Laura's Library Novels & Stories

I won't be able to forgive myself if we both stay away for four months with a heavy heart. Pulling myself up, I walked out of the office searching for Laura. “Is the Luna still home?” I asked one of the servants and he bowed, “Yes Alpha, I last saw her heading towards the garden” I left in the direction of the garden and saw Laura's line figure staring at the flowers in front of her. She was wearing a green tight trousers along with a long sleeves to match green top. Her hands crossed in front of her. As I walked near to her, she didn't seem to move, making me wonder if she was staring at the flowers or into space.

"We will discuss this later. For now, you two get along. Laura is family, Bree." "Not my family." Bree growled. "Bran is my family. She never will be. Isn't that right bran?" Bree winked at him like it was a secret. "Oh boy." Bran groaned walking to the kitchen. "I agree with Jerry." "Bran dear, Jerry told me you allowed a snake into your home?" Breanna asked curiously. "I did. Laura's mother." Bran nodded. "Is that wise?" She raised her brow. "Probably not. It was either join us or die. She joined us. But I have no doubts she's still in contact with them." Bran frowned at me.

Mia asked after a moment. Hot memories of Ethan's touch flashed through Laura's mind. She could almost feel the way his caress felt on her bare skin. And good lord, those kisses. They'd stolen her breath. She grinned. “I did,” she admitted with the hint of a blush. “You go girl,” Mia congratulated her. “Didn't I hear that that party was in a museum?” Laura nodded. “I will never look at the Rocks, Gems, and Crystals exhibit the same.” Mia laughed. “You have to give me more than that. I need details. I mean, details of why you don't want to see him now. Not necessarily what happened in Rocks, Gems, and Crystals.”

If only they knew the hands they touched had done something nasty in the washroom minutes ago. “Hot isn't he?” Nancy, the woman I saw back then before i found Adrian having sex. “I’m sorry what?” I ask. “Adrian. Hot isn’t he?” She says. I didn’t answer her and just nod. “You’re the HR executive right?” She asks as she extends her arm for a handshake. I took it firmly and shook her hand and smiled gently. I’m surprised she knows who I am. I don’t even think i’m relevant to be honest and I mean HR is most hated in the Industry. “Yeah that’s me, Laura and you’re Nancy from Taste of Decor. Your interior design for the cafe is beautiful” I say as i try to start small talk.

After a few seconds, she reached out her hand to pull that draft out from under the book. “Ava, why are you at my seat?” Laura’s sudden appearance interrupted Ava’s action. Ava pulled her hand away. She knew it was rude to touch other people’s things without permission, but that draft under the book confused her. “It’s nothing. I bought coffee for everyone, and I wanted to use this chance to congratulate you for successfully completing the project with Mr. Rogers,” Ava explained. Laura seemed to smile after she heard that. Then, she walked quickly to her desk to pretend to tidy the things on it. She said, “I see. Thank you for the coffee, Ava. Mr. Branson is asking for me, so I’ll head over

Part 2: Who is Laura? Once upon a time, Laura had been a young and ambitious teenage girl with a thirst for adventure. She was always a thrill-seeker, looking for excitement in all the wrong places. She met Big Tony, the notorious leader of a small-time gang, at a rundown bar on the outskirts of town. Despite his rough exterior, there was something charming about Tony that drew Laura to him like a moth to a flame. They quickly fell into a passionate whirlwind romance, fueled by adrenaline and the promise of a life less ordinary. They were partners in crime, planning heists and pulling off daring robberies across the city.

Senorita Laura asked in panic. "Me? I was just roaming around since the prince and the lady suddenly went missing then my feet brought me to the library and I found a suspicious book who was not in the right place so I pulled it and then viola! Im here." Scholar Francis glared at Senorita Laura. The Senorita didn't close the passage correctly. "Im sorry." She apologized.

She’s one of the celebrated new models featured in the latest summer collection. I felt small all of a sudden, but Liam is mine and she should know to take her hands off him. I tightened my grip on Liam’s arms that made him lose his stepping. She extended her tapered milky fingers toward me, reaching for a handshake. “My name is Laura. One of Liam’s special acquaintance. We just happened to cross paths again, meet each other’s eye, when I saw him walking on Aurelius Street.” Special friend? What does she mean by that? I can sense her reeking duplicitousness in her angelic façade. Her eyes resembled of a sneaky snake, craving, patiently waiting in the underbrush to poison its prey and maw its

Laura said, her cheeks turning red. “Come on, gorgeous! I’ll take you to the library. Besides, I’m heading in the same direction,” Adrian insisted, making it clear he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Before Laura realized it, she was already walking toward the library, her hand resting on Adrian’s arm. She was in shock. There were far more interesting girls at school, judging by the stares they were getting. One moment, she felt embarrassed by the attention; the next, she felt like she was walking on air.