Laura Ingraham Novels & Stories

Emma finally managed to free her arm, but that problem seemed to have been forgotten, as her eyes were narrowed as she stared at Laura as if she was rummaging through her own mind in search of some memory “Do I know you?” "No. Of course you don’t.” Laura opened a smile that was pure mockery “My name is Laura Poulin, Mrs. Bianchi. You can contact my lawyers if you want. I'm sure they'll have a piece of advice or two to give to a lady your age who's still trying to pick fights with girls who would be old enough to be your great-granddaughters.” “And what do you have to do with this?!” "Nothing." Laura replied, colder than ever “Absolutely nothing.”

Her brain jolted from the lecherous trails she had left on his chest earlier, as she finally remembered what she came here for. Flashing a bright smile, clearly occupied in her thoughts, Locky subconsciously shifted backwards for fear that she might be abnormal. “Speak up woman” Even though his voice slightly broke in fear, Laura seemed not to have sensed any of it as she instantly got to business. “I have come to find out about someone” “And who is that someone?” “Her name is Lyra” “Lyra?” “She claims she is from the city of Oceania” He stared at her in deep thoughts, weighing his responses more carefully, while Laura's expectant eyes were fixed firmly at him.

Every step forward was fueled by everything they’d taken from her. And that made her unstoppable. Pain didn’t weaken her. It sharpened her. They thought time would soften her edges, dull her claws, wash the blood off her hands. But time had only made her quieter. Colder. More precise. She didn’t need to scream to be terrifying. She didn’t need a pack to wage war. Laura Lavigne was war. And this time, she was already behind enemy lines— smiling, serving, watching… waiting. He ran a hand through his hair, suddenly too aware of how empty the room felt.

I shoved Alpha Nick out the door and slammed it shut. The moment it closed, I caught a glimpse of his face—dark as thunder. As if I had just betrayed him or something. After kicking him out, I pulled a small laptop from my suitcase and opened an encrypted file. It was the new design I’d created—a moonstone evening gown. One of my hidden identities: Laura, the world’s most renowned fashion designer. Who was Laura? Two years ago, Laura burst onto the international stage by designing the wedding gown for the princess of Country Spain.

She remembered one time that she had been so close to performing in a crowd that was not the tavern's usual audience. Laura had come across an opening at the town square for a harpist who would play with a group of ‘soul singers’. “Come on Elaina, aren't you tired of performing in an audience of drunkards and prostitutes? They barely appreciate your music, you deserve so much more” Laura tried to convince her.

“Just keep an eye on Ari. I have a feeling she’s going to need to blow off some steam. She’s bound to put on a show with the right concoction.” Camila’s grin was infectious. “You got it, boss.” I turned to Laura, who had been quietly taking everything in. She was the youngest of the group and I didn’t want her doing any field work. I didn’t want her in the group at all but she begged relentlessly and decided to show her worth when she hacked into Luna Emily’s social calendar. Now we knew exactly where she was going to be. Honestly, I needed her. I was good at the basics from Gabe teaching me years ago and honing them a little in college, but Laura’s mind was on a whole new level. She saw thi

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

Amongst all the people Ashley had met today, Laura considerably seemed okay and nice than the other ones, she gave her compliments. Laura had some stunning attributes that made Ashley drool over her and one of which was she excessively dominating figure that gave her this proud aura. “Actually……..I am half-Australian…… I am not going to bore you with my story. Miss Laura, I just want to know if I can have access to a mobile phone at least. My family must be sick worried about my whereabouts” “I am sorry that is against our policies” Laura let out a dashingly superior beam that exposed her toned and waxed cheekbones.

She walked over and paused outside the tent flap. "Come in, Laura," Nikolai's voice called softly. "I can smell your scent." Heat crept up her neck as she pushed inside. The tent was larger than the others, with several people gathered around a table covered in papers and maps. They all looked up when she entered. "Everyone, this is Laura," Nikolai said, rising from his chair. "Laura, meet my team." A petite woman with dark hair stepped forward first. "I'm Lyra. Information specialist." Her eyes were sharp and knowing, like she could see right through people.

At least not without a better solution to ending the war. Leah got up from her seat and headed to her room. She had a lot to think about. She knew one thing for sure: she didn't want to mate with Theodore Blackwell. Leah entered her room and went straight to the bathroom. Once showered and changed, she got into bed and promptly gave into exhaustion.