Romans & histoires Laura Novel

He didn't have to say it. They had started this path as two broken people seeking a reason to exist, and they had found it in the friction of their partnership. ​"I won't let it win," Laura whispered. "Not like this." ​She opened her notebook to the final, blank page. She didn't look at the primordial. She looked at the threads of reality vibrating around them—the past, the future, the lost memories, and the dying worlds. ​She began to write. ​She didn't write about the Primordial. She didn't write about the architect. She wrote about the sound of rain on a window. She wrote about the smell of old books and the feeling of a camera in her hands.

The revelation had hit her with the force of a gale, and she watched as Laura stood alone, the weight of Catarina’s words heavy on her. As the last echoes of Catarina’s footsteps faded, Laura’s legs gave way, and she sank onto the ground, her breath coming in short, troubled gasps. Her mind replayed Catarina’s accusations, each word a dagger that seemed to twist deeper with every repetition. The image of Dante and Aurora, their potential bond, flashed in her mind, and she struggled to cling to her own reality, fighting against the rising tide of doubt and fear. Laura’s thoughts were interrupted by Lydia’s gentle touch on her shoulder.

*** **** ***** **** **** **** **** *** *** **** *** Laura taking care of me was a dream come true, if I knew getting shot would bring me closer to her, then I would do it all over again. She wanted to act as if she didn't care but she did, she made sure I ate and things like that and she didn't know that I noticed when she woke up in the middle of the night to check up on me. I was trying not to be hopeful . . . . I really was. We almost had sex, Laura was about to go full cowgirl on me, but then again the down side of this stupid injury. Talking about pride and prejudice was another way to see a side of Laura I never expected.

2:45 pm Laura found herself nestled In the comfortable embrace of their luxurious sitting room. It was just like every other day. Battling with boredom, she was restless all through. She wanted to engage herself with something to spice up her day. She picked up her phone to dial a number. Just then, there was a knock on the door, interrupting the moment. She reached out for the door in curiosity. As she swung it open, there, was a young, tall, and undeniably guy standing at the door. Laura was momentarily captivated, she couldn't help but stare at him.

When she saw the perplexity on their faces, she asked, “Have you forgotten me? I'm Laura. Pa Dickson's daughter.” Indeed, she had changed from a village farmer to a city girl. Her tan complexion due to constant exposure to the sun, was shining. Her simple dress looked beautiful compared to what she used to put on. “Oh, Laura! How are you?” Mrs. Suresh asked. Before she could answer, Fabian asked her, “Good morning, Laura. How are Gerald and Samuel?” Instantly, the smile on her face vanished and she asked, “Are they not with you?” “With him? How can that be possible when they are not in the same league anymore?” Ann asked sarcastically.

Laura sat up, her expression cracking viciously in the dark. Elara curled herself up and covered her body from head to toe when she heard their conversation. Cold sweat soaked her prison garment, and she wished she were dead. She wondered if Dominic was behind this or if it was someone else. But they sure were not leaving her any chance to survive. When Laura tapped on her bed, her heart skipped a beat, and she almost cried out loud. “Please, spare me. I have never done anything to offend you, so why are you doing this to me? I am innocent, and I did not plagiarize anyone’s work.”

But of course, the past never let go so easily. I hadn’t taken five steps into the outer corridor before I heard her voice. “Oh? Well what do you know… look at the garbage that came back up.” I stopped moving, curling my fingers into my palm. Laura. Obviously. I turned slowly, lowering my hood just enough to meet her eyes. She looked as perfect as ever. Dressed in a white fur wrap and her shiny Luna pendant, she stood like royalty in the hallway, even though her soul was trash. “I heard rumors,” she said, smirking. “But I didn’t believe them. You? Leaving with him? How desperate can you get?”

“Then you better end it. Fast. Because if you let Laura spiral again… there won’t be a contract to save you.” His eyes flicked toward the stairs. But Laura was already gone. ******* LAURA’S POV I sat in my office, hands pressing on the computer, pulling every file I could find—newspapers, archived court documents, forensics. All about Luna. All about that case. The body. The DNA. The sealed reports. Something wasn’t adding up. And why now—when everything in my life was already falling apart—was this ghost from the past walking into my home like she belonged?

Trying to calm my racing heart and the voices in my head. I knew the male voice was mine but who was the lady? Why did Laura picture trigger that memory? Who was Laura Isabella Knight?

WRITER'S POV If anyone had told Laura there would come a time she'd panic because of another woman, she'd have laughed about it. Ever since the brawl with Clara, she'd gone almost paranoid. She would not eat without a maid tasting her food or drink first. Even water. Laura was a strong woman and she knew it; physically and mentally. In fact she believed it was because of her strong willed nature that made her escape Derrick and the marriage she never wanted. Same strong will nature that brought her back at the right moment to claim what was hers. But she didn't understand anymore. She'd missed out something very crucial which was now hunting her. Why did Dante not mention this to her?