Laura's Library Novels & Stories

Laura sat at her desk, her eyes glued to her computer screen as she typed away furiously. She was so engrossed in her work that she barely noticed when Melissa walked into her office."Hey, Laura," Melissa said, leaning against the door frame. "How's it going?" Laura looked up, slightly annoyed at the interruption. "Hey, Melissa. I'm kind of busy right now. What's up?" "I just wanted to talk to you for a minute," Melissa said, walking further into the room. "I wanted to ask you about Clifton."

“Then we need to be careful.” ‎ ‎A door slammed somewhere in the house, followed by the sharp sound of footsteps. A moment later, the library door swung open, and Luca stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable. ‎ ‎“Out,” he said, looking at Laura. ‎ ‎She glanced between us before pushing off the chair and nodding. “I’ll be in my room.” ‎ ‎Luca waited until she was gone before shutting the door. The air in the room shifted, heavy with unspoken words.

lilian said, pointing to herself. It wasn't surprising to Laura that she knew about her connection to Kneed. "I'm his mate!" Laura said, in defense. "Never!" Lillian thundered. "You will never be! I'll crush you before you get close to him. You will die a miserable death! You can never have him, as he belongs to me." She affirmed in a thunderous tone. Swiftly, she put her hands out and tightened them into fists. In the next second, Laura held onto her chest and started to cough out blood.

"Zephyr?" He looked back, eyebrows raised. "You still owe me an apology for walking in earlier." A slow grin spread across his face. "Do I? I thought the view was worth the intrusion." Before Laura could think of a comeback, he was gone, his laughter floating back down the hallway. --- The next morning, Laura found a note slipped under her door. Library. 10am. I have questions. —Z The Shadowfang library was unlike anything Laura had seen before. Books lined every wall from floor to ceiling, with rolling ladders to reach the highest shelves. Globes and star charts sat on polished tables, and comfortable reading nooks were tucked into corners.

"I wish we had some good news, but there is nothing," Laura said sadly, her face dropping. "The books in this library go back thousands of years but we have found nothing that can help us." "Don't give up hope," Indianna said. "I'll give you a hand. I have nothing else to do."

I had danced here since I was seventeen and started serving drinks at fifteen; you could say my whole childhood was at The Cellar Door. I always thought it would be funny if someone who frequents the club recognized me. They'd call me Luna, but I wouldn't respond; they'd wonder what Luna the bombshell was doing in a coffee shop, with her hair tied in a bun, covered in a hair net, and huge nerd glasses on. I would introduce myself as Laura and tell him I didn't know any Luna. The man would apologize and still look at me with recognition, but he'd just look at it like one of those things that happen.

We’re in Sapphire Lake*, Alice said, though even her voice seemed a little shaky. She lifted her head, panting and looking out the window as dawn began to stretch gently across the sky, lightening it and bringing the new day. She couldn’t escape her memories as Laura any more than she could escape Alice. Laura would never be put to rest until she knew who killed her. It was the only way to free herself and actually live as Laurel. She had to go back. Her heart clenched with terror and Alice rumbled. *Trust our mate. * If only it was that easy.

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.

she asked again, her brows pulling together in an almost cute pout. She moved to close the door, clearly uninterested in a conversation, but I slapped a hand against the frame, keeping it open. I met her gaze head-on. “I’m Laura, from Room 6B downstairs. I get that you love a good party, but other people are trying to sleep. Your music is too damn loud. Will you turn it down?” It was unnerving to be staring at someone who looked so much like me but wasn’t related in any way. Wasn’t there some old superstition about doppelgängers being a bad omen?

I ask her. Laura nods her head. She walks around the room, picking up pictures and small things from the floor. She walks over to a bookcase still standing in the corner of the room. "I want my father's books," she says. She pulls a few books from the shelf. The case begins to rattle and shake. "Laura, be careful; it could fall!" I yell at her. Laura does not listen. She keeps pulling books from the bookcase, crying as she pulls the books. She struggles to pull a colossal book down. It finally breaks free. The book hits the floor, and the bookcase begins to move.