Laura Scott Books Novels & Stories

My daughter, Amelia Rossum, comes home with her palm pierced all the way through by a pencil. I drop my mop in a panic, hastily change out of my loungewear, and rush her to the ER. At the hospital entrance, my husband, Benedict Rossum, jumps out of his car and immediately lashes out at me. "How could you let this happen to her?" Our neighbor, Lorelei Bates, trails behind him, holding her daughter's hand. She addresses him gently, "Benedict, don't be so hard on Clarissa. Everyone makes mistakes." He scoffs. "Other mothers can keep their kids safe perfectly fine. What's her excuse? I bet she did this on purpose to guilt me into coming home early!" Amelia recoils and hides behind me. Seei

“And one more thing ....make it painful. I want her to feel every bit of hope die inside her. When she realizes she’ll never walk again, she’ll finally understand who her real master is.” I ended the call and took a long sip of whiskey, laughing to myself. Stupid girl. Thinking she could escape me. Thinking my perfect brother would protect her. Aaron was just delaying the inevitable. Laura was mine to break, mine to ruin, and mine to own. She would never walk again. She would never be free. And sooner or later, she would come back to me .....crying, broken, and completely destroyed. Just the way I liked her. **** **Laura Sterling**

His hair was hiding his eyes and she couldn't control it anymore She touched his hair lightly, she was sure he was asleep by now as he wasn't even moving. She gently pushed his hair out of his eyes, but before she could take a second to admire how beautiful he was, he opened his eyes. They were blue. Ice blue. They were beautiful. It was as if they held magic in them. They were attracting her towards him in a way that it was hard for her to oppose the force. It felt like those eyes held the most heartbreaking stories and scars. They were the eyes of a person who'd been through enough to last a lifetime.

I don't know what I would have done without Jack, he had helped me in many ways Soon we got to school and headed to class Chapter 5 Whitney pov Today's classes were hectic, I sighed heading to the locker room to drop off my books when I was blocked by the school queen bee Tara and her minions she calls friends Tara is the school queen cause she's the hottest girl in school all thanks to her fake boobs and ass. She has made it her hobby to challenge me every chance she gets maybe because my mom compared me to her in her presence, so she feels she's better than me "What do you want Tara" I asked tiredly

Scarlett’s POV I stepped into the dining area, finding Lucian waiting at the table, alone. Stasia was truly gone, just as he’d promised. I felt a strange mix of relief and pressure all at once. “You look good,” he said, his voice warm and genuine. My heart betrayed me, leaping at the simple compliment, though I forced myself to remain neutral, trying to keep my emotions in check. But the mate bond’s pull was undeniable, and the longer I stayed with him and the others, the more it felt like a force working on its own, beyond my control. Last night, I’d slept deeply, wrapped in Lucian’s scent, that rich pinewood I was now learning to crave. I knew each of their scents by heart—Maxwell’s was ea

Scott entered my room after seeing Jamie crying. "Laura," Scott said as he approached us. "I looked after him for you." "Thank you," I said softly as I walked Jamie to the guest room that would soon be hers. I gently placed her in the bed after rocking her until she fell asleep. I tucked her in and looked down at the girl as guilt and sadness over Ronald's death mixed in my chest. I walked out of the room and into the study, taking a spell book from the shelf. I flipped until I found a non-dark spell that could deal with Eric. He was going to pay for his actions here tonight.

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.

“You’re doing it again.” “Doing what?” Scott asked, even though he knew exactly. “Hovering,” Laura said. “Can you please give me like two feet of personal space?” “No,” Scott said simply. “I need to be close to you.” Laura put her book down and turned to look at him. “Why? What do you think is going to happen to me in your own library?” “I don’t know,” Scott said, his jaw tight. “But I’m not taking chances.” Laura stared at him and realized Scott was actually scared. That was weird because she’d never seen him scared of anything, and it made her think maybe he wasn’t just being controlling but really worried for her.

I probed. “Yes, fucking yes!” She snapped. “Holy Christ! Laura, I thought you were intelligent. I fucked you that night because you seem bold and smart, what happened to the bold Laura of that night? “She is gone, Alexander. She is gone. She wasn't bold either, she was just horny and unbothered,” she explained. “Good. Now, I want you to be either of the two you mentioned. I want you unbothered or horny. Maybe there's something about my touch that makes you genuinely unbothered,* I tried to tease her.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s