Romans & histoires Laura's Library

She said jokingly as she threw him the key. He unlocked the restraint and stayed still, unable to move because he knew it would be pointless to try and attack her, much less try to run away. He looked at her, eyes stared widely at the half filled glass with no ice. His eyes moved past her tired eyes and studied the room. The shelf that was at his right was filled with books that were arranged according to the genre and most of them were fictional, thriller and horror novels whose seal hadn't been opened and only seemed to collect dust. The others were based on psychology, anatomy and various poisons. He felt more anxious than before.

Simon Lee It wasn't easy to see Laura's contemptuous reaction in front of me. For many years I tried to imagine what she thought about us. Matheus said that she ran away from the subject whenever he touched my name. Now I was sure. She hated me. The way she walked out of the bar, without looking back, wouldn't have been as overwhelming as if she'd slapped me in the face. Laura Anthony didn't want to be by my side, and I needed to do something to change that situation.

Igho asked, curiosity getting the better part of her. "Tell me her I*******m handle lemme follow her abeg" Ima said quickly bringing her phone out. "You don't have to worry about that cause she's in this room" "Ehn?" Igho and Ima said at the same time. I almost laughed. "Well it's Lola here" Aunty Jojo giggled giving me a side hug which I accepted shyly. "It's a lie!" Ima said wide eyed. I laughed softly. "It's true o" Laila chirped.

I took a steadying breath at her vacant expression, unsure how to explain how impossible her mere existence was. “Laura… you shouldn’t exist…. There has never, and I mean never, been a child born of vampire and wolf parents, let alone of ancient bloodlines.” “Well… I guess I’m the first… but… I’m nothing special…” I felt horrible as her face fell, which she looked on the verge of tears. I walked up to her without thinking, wanting to comfort her, to shake sense into her. But she did not move her head to look at me. “Laura, you are more than special…” I tried to explain to her but stopped as I felt her eyes staring a hole into my pants, my nose picking up on her lustful smell….