Novelas y relatos de Laura Ingals Wilder Books

I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off. The girl in the book was officially snowed in at a remote cabin with her hot, brooding not-uncle and his even hotter sons. It was chaotic, messy, probably deeply inappropriate—and I was all in. I’d just hit the chapter with the spicy scene. You know the one. A fireplace. A blizzard. Tension so thick it needed a crowbar. I took a long sip of my lavender drink and sank deeper into the fantasy. This? This was exactly what I needed.

The shot rang out, sharp and precise, hitting Lila straight in the skull. Lila crumpled to the ground, her coffee spilling across the pavement in a dark stain. The bystanders screamed, chaos erupting as they scrambled for cover. A sneer found its way to Viviana's lips as she dismantled the rifle in seconds. The thrill she hadn't felt in years came gushing down her spine, it was cold yet soothing and she loved it. _________

She wasn’t scared. Hesitantly Laura walked up to her knelt beside her leaving a respectful space between them enough not to startle her. She told the child. “I didn’t expect to see you here” Silence. Silver eyes stared at Laura. The girl slowly closed the book slowly and oddly tilted her head in an odd way. Old soul. Laura noted. Laura glanced at the book“Tale of Moon-born wolves”. “I loved that book, especially the one about the wolf who talked to the stars.” Laura whispered

“And let me guess, she refuses to leave her swamp? Darla Jean cringes but nods as I walk out of the building, preparing for a long walk toward Edna’s. Edna doesn’t actually live in a swamp, but the witch does live in a house that reeks of mug-wort and wet cat, something I’m not looking forward to smelling again quite so soon. The last time I was here, only a few short weeks ago, Edna swore she was bit by a runed rock, deep enough to need stitches. I should be surprised, but no matter how old she is, she doesn’t learn her magical lesson.

And whispered, so soft only the dirt might’ve heard it: “I won’t let this be the end.” Her eyes lifted toward the balcony. Toward the man who smiled. Toward the wolves who waited. And in her chest— Something cracked. Laura rose. Slowly. Like the earth itself had to give her permission. Her legs were shaking. Her gown torn, soaked in blood. Her hands were stained with the last warmth of her father and brother. Her chest burned from crying. From pain. From rage. She stood in the middle of a war zone of silence, surrounded by enemies who had watched her lose everything.

CHAPTER 17 Louela Jane The hours passed without me noticing. I only came out of my room when I got a text from Mama saying they might be late coming home, and asking me to prepare lunch. I dragged myself out of bed and went to the kitchen. I washed the rice, and put it in the rice cooker. For the main dish, I decided on something simple—chicken curry. The smell of sautéed garlic and onion helped calm my nerves a little, grounding me. I kept myself busy, wiping counters and tidying up while the chicken simmered.

My mind raced with worst-case scenarios, each one fueling the fire in my gut. I was quickly learning that Laura wasn’t the kind of woman you could cage. The damage Craig had done to her was just a bad memory now, becoming more distant by the day. She had this fire in her, this damn stubborn fire that would end up either saving us all or burning us to the ground.

Then, he waved to a waiter and ordered some food for us. Jared quietened down after the orders were taken and stared at me with his eyes glazed over, looking a little lost. I knew he had taken too big a sip of whiskey earlier and was struggling to stay clear-headed. Just as I wondered if I should take the opportunity to bring up my resignation and have him approve it while he was in a daze, I realized that he was burning a hole in my head with that blatant, fiery gaze of his. I felt my goosebumps rising.

At first, I could only hear the muffled voices of people I barely recognized. Even though I wanted to move, my body felt too heavy. Just lifting a finger suddenly felt like carrying a 60 kg dumbbell with only one hand. Little by little, the voices became clearer and I managed to identify that one of them was my secretary, Viola.

One of Laura's hobbies was reading. She would spend her time by reading a book at the library when she had no classes or discussed something with her friends at the park. She was a long life learner who liked to gain more knowledge from books and others. Laura still remembered the first time she met with Frederick. Laura usually went to the library by herself without her friends because none of them liked reading books. When she was already in the library, she looked for a book that she wanted to read. She took a book that was written by David Hawkins entitled Letting go.