Laura Moriarty Books Novels & Stories

The moon hung low outside the tall arched windows, it’s pale glow spilling like liquid silver across the polished floor. The air was still, save for the faint whisper or rain against the glass. Laura sat at the edge of the bed she now shared with Damian, the silken folds of her nightdress pooling around her like soft moonlight. Her hair, free from its braid, fell in waves down her back, gleaming faintly each time the firelight flickered. An open book lay across her lap. The Flora of the Northern Valleys. But her eyes had long since drifted from the neat inked words. Her thoughts were miles away, circling back again and again to the maid who had called herself Desa.

My fingers tapped once on the desk before I opened it. The first page was the report. I read the lines slowly, my eyes moving from one word to another. Laura arrived in London. She was picked up by a woman. Stayed in a private residence. And had no direct contact with Lucas. I paused, and my jaw tightened, but not from anger. It was a quiet relief . My finger traced the line again, then, I let out a short breath through my nose. “No direct contact,” I repeated under my breath. I turned to the next page.

She suddenly remembered the look in Robert’s eyes when he was drunk that night, it was the eyes of a man looking at a woman, but that didn't seem to be a good thing for Laura. In the bedroom with only one nightlight left, Laura sat on the bed and looked at the book Dylan gave her, the story of the gradual maturation of British women, winning love while also having merit. their own business. It was late at night when she finished reading, closed the book, and looked at the orange cover, like the warm winter sunshine that warms people's hearts in the cold, silently feeling someone's strength.

Just like the usual nights, Morrigan had the same dreams, the same dark endless hallway she stands every night. The same scene of tall walls of flames, her mother's lifeless body, and the same voices taunting and haunting her eve in her dreams. But this time it was even more frightening. Screams and laughter mixes in her mind, in that endless darkness everything is shrouded in dark clouds, she couldn't see anyone. But when there finally came light in front of her is Lydia's dead body. Drenched in blood, molested, and murdered brutally. It was the same scene but this time behind Morrigan was a tall shadow of a man. When she turned around the maniacal smiles of her uncle was the first thing sh

“That was not enough, you kept me there for hours while you had a fun time with your grandmother, and you have the guts to ask me why I sat down after waiting for so long? Liam, you are a monster, and I'm not going to be prey to you like Avery. Thankfully, the universe gave me something I can use.” Her lips slowly stretched in a wide grin, I recognized this look. Laura is a very manipulative woman, and she only gets this way when she has something up her sleeves, but then I tried to think of the possible thing she has up her sleeves, what could it be? I asked no one in particular. “And now I get to make the rules around her my lovely Liam, so you better get your acts together if you still wa

Laura blurted with a strong tone, her face so mean. "You are right!" The Alpha replied before I could even say anything. Did he just agree to that? "Laura is not your mate! She is working for the demons because of the help she got from them. Joy's mother is your true second mate, and Laura had her caged for many years, waiting for her death! She has a secret room where she keeps the forbidden dark mirror, which she uses to invoke the demon king. She doesn't care about this pack!" I shouted at him, kicking the table in exasperation.

On the right-side wall, another bookcase is filled with additional magical texts that have been collected over the centuries. Knowing she has some time to kill, Laura begins scanning over each book, looking for any that could prove helpful to their quest. While she is aware that Keegan is mainly focusing on time magic, Laura’s intuition is pulling her to do some research of her own on an separate matter – what it will take to defeat Keegan’s uncle in the present. It's not that she doesn’t have faith in Keegan or her plan, but her intuition never points her in the wrong direction. There is a reason they need to be prepared for more than one possible battle.

When they reached their rooms, they all parted with goodnight wishes and Diamant had made sure to pass Michelle a silent forehead kiss before letting her go for the night. Laura opened the door to her room and stepped inside. The moment she closed it behind her, she let out a quiet sigh and squeaked in excitement, blushing. She fell on the bed, letting her mind drown into those sweet memories she had with Jace in the past one month. Thinking about it now made her feel warm inside. The room felt nice. The bed was soft, the pillows fluffy, and the lights were calm. Everything she needed was already there. She got up slowly, walked to the window. Outside, the city lights sparked and she loved i

“Did you know that Jason has been bedding her nightly and she could not even tell? With them both being rightful bearers of the shine, this makes his claim to her magic greater than Lance.” Confusion consumed the table. What was she talking about? Jason was the second child of Edward and Vivian. The sun could play strange tricks on a person. She needed to be more careful about exposure to it. I watched as she slowly walked out of the room with her head held high. Although Radcliff stayed in close proximity, he made no move to touch her. For the briefest moment, I saw the shimmering of orange light in her aura. I couldn’t explain why, but I immediately knew that it was caused by the

She was tired of requesting for water from his secretary. Laura hated to drink already made coffee, but right now, she did not have a choice. She was hungry and couldn’t leave since she had waited for long. She needed to get this done, know why they wanted the case because there was no way she would get this far and have the case taken from her. It had to be the Mafia, she thought. That was the only explanation. Only the Mafia could pull such a string. She was getting too close, closer than they expected and they didn’t want her to dig any further.