Laura Ingalls Wilder Novels & Stories

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

Part 2: Who is Laura? Once upon a time, Laura had been a young and ambitious teenage girl with a thirst for adventure. She was always a thrill-seeker, looking for excitement in all the wrong places. She met Big Tony, the notorious leader of a small-time gang, at a rundown bar on the outskirts of town. Despite his rough exterior, there was something charming about Tony that drew Laura to him like a moth to a flame. They quickly fell into a passionate whirlwind romance, fueled by adrenaline and the promise of a life less ordinary. They were partners in crime, planning heists and pulling off daring robberies across the city.

Silvia was convinced it felt like a scene pulled from a novel. Before that, she had even brought home escapees from the psych ward and beggars from under the bridge, but those stories never went anywhere. Silvia was a sucker for novels, the kind where a high-and-mighty CEO fell head over heels for the girl next door. She was obsessed. In the past, she would flirt with just about any guy she stumbled upon, leaving me to deal with the mess.

​The woman in the chair leaned forward into the light. ​It wasn't a stranger. It was a version of Nora that looked ten years older, her eyes cold, her heart long ago turned to stone. ​"I am the Real Christina Wilder," the woman said. "The woman who actually lived the life you only wrote about. And I want my life back."

The territory was rich, the borders long, and more than one ambitious Alpha could look at his lands and imagine them as their own. He was young, but he was not foolish. He learned quickly and placed his pack above all personal desires. That was what it meant to lead. Thunder cracked overhead, rattling the beams of the packhouse, and from down the hall, his son let out a startled cry. Callan moved instinctively towards him. He found his Luna already awake, half sitting up as she guided their son back to her breast. She looked at him through sleep-heavy eyes and grinned slightly. “Come back to bed,” she murmured. “Tomorrow the sun will shine, and the warriors will boast about how heroic they f