Laura Pavlov Books Novels & Stories

Stephanie’s POV Lie to Laura, sneak off with chef Damien, and have the best vacation fuck… And when you're done blowing him to hell, swipe his cum off your lips, press on your soft gloss, and return to Laura’s side. Sounds like a plan, a bitch-ass plan, only that I’ve sold my conscience. “Have a bite at least.” Laura’s voice disrupts my thoughts, ignorant of what I’m about to do. Turns out she has been talking while I drown in my head.

said Val and stood in front of Laura who is checking her reflection in the mirror. “Why did you slap Phoebe?” asked Val standing in front of Laura. Val is shorter than Laura but the aura emitting from Val can make anyone shiver with fear. Laura couldn’t believe that Val can confront her openly in front of so many people. “She is at the fault. I just taught her some manners” said Laura arrogantly. “Well, then I don’t have a choice but to teach you manners Laura Milles” said Val before gesturing Phoebe to come forward and Phoebe did.

"It's some stupid children's book, but I need it." Indianna blinked and she looked at Laura with wide eyes. "A children's book?" "That's what I said," Lily nodded. "Do you know of any children's books about the Royals?" "We do, actually," Indianna said. "Laura gave it to me as a present," she rubbed her stomach, "for them." "I need it," Lily said immediately. "I've been researching something and I think the book is the key." "Researching what?" Indianna asked.

she said, instinctively resting a hand over her belly. Laura raised an eyebrow mischievously. “And what’s with those glowing eyes, huh?” she teased. “You look like someone who spent the entire night having sex.” Olívia laughed, blushing. “The morning too...” “Oh, you shameless thing!” Laura slapped the bed lightly, motioning for her to sit. “Come here and tell me everything!” Olívia walked toward the bed but stopped when she noticed an open notebook beside the pillows. “What’s this?” Laura casually pulled it closer to herself.

"Luther for the first time since almost 3 years, my daughter is exactly how I have known her. She's happy, she looks and feels alive and she's herself again. Just so you know everything started changing and crashing the very moment she found out about Ivy, and now you want to do the whole thing again? relive the whole thing?! or you'd probably just ghost her or take Ivy to a nice place and live with her there and leave Laura to suffer all over again and question herself if she's the problem. You are so selfish that you think only about yourself. You gave up Mafia, made your family loose one of its most lucrative business and now you want to traumatize my daughter all over again?" I chuckled

She filtered through them, trying to find the perfect one to start with before she stumbled upon one with a very catchy cover. There was a lady or girl with a red hoodie covering almost half of her face with other features like a bowing girl, held down by chains and then surrounded by lit candles. In total, the cover looked really captivating. She brought out the book before shutting the drawer. She wore her glasses and glanced at the book, Bound By The Erstwhile Chains, read the title. She turned it over and saw the author's name, Lara .A. Falowo and a bit about her. Fascinated by the prologue, she dived into the book, flipping pages after pages until she heard a voice come through the inte

Chapter One - Laura Note to readers: Chronologically, this novella takes place after “A Forever Kind of Love” but before “A Wonderful Kind of Love”. It also contains characters from “Saltwater Kisses” and “Yours Completely”. You do not need to have read any of these books to enjoy this book. If you like this story, “A Wonderful Kind of Love” picks up where it leaves off. Laura “Oh God, it's him.” Laura wished she could just melt into the floor and vanish for a few hours. Of course he had to come to this. He was the last person she wanted to see today.

Author's POV Laura sat cross-legged on her bed, absently folding and refolding the same blouse as her mind wandered. The dim glow of the lantern on her dresser cast golden halos on the walls, shadows dancing to the rhythm of her restless thoughts. Try as she might, she couldn’t shake the memory of that night in the woods with Kavian—his hands, rough and demanding, his breath hot against her skin, the ache of being taken hard against the damp earth. She replayed it again and again.

Laura moved from her position at the table to the small bookshelf that only had a handful of books, but was empty. She grabbed a sketchbook and opened it up at a random page. “See.” Johannes looked at the sketchbook, not really sure why he was entertaining this idea for Laura. This was boring, woman’s stuff to him, but he also couldn’t help but enjoy the light he saw shining in her eyes. She looked so happy. He couldn’t remember her ever seeming so happy with him, or at their wedding. She’d been cold, but so had the service.

Laura said, leaning against Isabelle’s desk, "Where did you go? I saw you had coffee, but I didn’t see you at the stand. I was just there." Isabelle quickly smiled, trying to sound casual. "Oh, I grabbed it a little earlier. We must have missed eachother." Laura nodded, though her expression suggested she wasn’t entirely convinced. She leaned against Isabelle’s desk, launching into a story about her time in Asia. Isabelle listened politely, though her mind was still half on the rooftop. “You know,” Laura continued, her tone shifting, “when I was Liam’s PA, we were quite close. I had a huge crush on him, but he was always so focused on my growth. He’s such a good man, don’t you think? He's so