Laura Novel Novels & Stories

Perhaps there must have been a set-up somewhere that awaited them; nevertheless, they were not foreigners to go on such a task. Laura pushed open the door and was the first to come down from the van. She nodded and said that she was going to be fine all by herself, even when dealing with that wrathful Monad. Besides, this wasn’t the first time she had to wear lingerie to entice him. Before they knew it, Laura walked away from the van, moving in the west direction. Her shadows could not be seen anymore. "You heard the boss lady; we must make it alive." Diego and Camila followed the directions as instructed, and the same went for Camila.

“Then we are facing it together. But no longer like this. Not with the aid of letting some ghost into our lives whilst we’re already bleeding.” A soft knock came once more. “Laura,” the voice called. “You have ten seconds earlier than I depart. And I received it again.” Laura looked at me one last time. Then, slowly, she stepped back from the door. My chest loosened just a little like I could breathe again. She didn’t open it. But the lady outdoors said one closing thing. “Smart desire. I’ll find every other way in. After all, you’re not the best one seeking out answers.”

But his life was lacking love which he realized after meeting his destiny. ____________________________________ Laura is the most intelligent yet clumsy girl if you ask . She is a chess player the most feared one. She play chess online and she never use her name but her writing pin which is "H King". No one has ever beated her in her game and so did he. When She find out that two of her best friends are Working or more like have been captured by the Mafia she made a plan but , she was not successful and got captured by the most feared Italian Mafia Xerver.

I was subjected to torture with hot irons, needles, and water towels, and my nails were pulled out one by one, all in an attempt to force me to confess that I was a witch. All the people I trusted and considered friends turned against me. Laura was the first to reveal her true nature. Every letter I sent to the Grand Duke was delivered to the Crown Prince by Laura. She had access to my stamp and would seal the letters immediately after reading them, before sending them as usual. Her motive for betraying me was very simple and immature. She loved the crown prince and dreamed of being his only concubine when he became emperor. Laura sold me at that price because of her desire and greed. Laura

Laura’s POV I gazed mutely at the flickering candle in the center of the dinner table. The flame flickered softly, standing out like the only source of warmth in the whole room. Antonio hadn't uttered a word in almost ten minutes now. I sat opposite him in stiff silence, my hands neatly folded on my lap. I wore that purple dress that he said he once loved. The one with the open back and little pearls along the neckline. I even curled my hair, something I hadn't done in months.

"In my room!" Laura climbed the sweeping staircase, still buzzing with restless energy from the lunch meeting. She found Laurette sprawled across her king-sized bed, scrolling through her phone, looking like a mirror image of herself in designer lounge wear that probably cost more than most people's rent. "Guess who I saw today," Laura said, dropping onto the bed beside her sister. Laurette didn't look up from her phone. "Grayson Cross, obviously. Did it go well? Did you close the deal?"

LAURA Life was supposed to be simple. I was supposed to be married to the love of my life on a Valentine's Day such as today. That had been the plan. Because with Colin, nothing else really mattered but the fact that we had each other. But life has a funny way with twists and turns. The morning you wake up with the best news ever could be the one where you receive the worst news ever! “I’m breaking up with you, Laura. I've had enough.”

She wanted in—into rooms that mattered, into whispers that shaped markets and marriages alike. Into the Emerald Women’s Society. Clarance lifted her phone, scrolling idly, waiting. The bell above the café door chimed. Laura swept in like she belonged there, cream-colored coat draped carelessly over her shoulders, eyes scanning until they landed on Clarance. Her face lit up immediately, excitement barely contained as she made her way across the room. “Clarance,” Laura breathed as she slid into the seat opposite her. “I thought I’d be late.” “You’re right on time,” Clarance said smoothly. “Sit.”

Was he begging me not to harm his daughter? Or begging her not to hurt me? I couldn’t tell. I didn’t care. Laura had been circling me from the moment I arrived. Whispering. Undermining. Plotting. She wanted to be Luna. She thought it was hers by birthright. But she was wrong. And I was done hiding. It was time to show her exactly who the Luna is. Smoke curled like serpents between us, blackening the sky and searing my lungs. Laura bared her teeth, blood slicking her jaw, her claws twitching with anticipation. Her golden eyes burned—not with fire, but poison.

The question hung in the air, throwing me into a slight state of confusion. Just as Eva was still discussing Sophia, passionately outlining ways she might subtly ‘orchestrate’ a meeting or ‘remind’ Sophia of the good times, the study door swung open. Laura stood there, perfectly coiffed, her expensive silk robe clinging to her figure. She had probably heard Eva’s voice, or sensed my attention was elsewhere. Her eyes, usually sparkling with artificial cheer, were now narrowed, cold, and instantly fixed on Eva, then on me. She had clearly caught the tail end of Eva’s sentence, something about Sophia.