Laura Scott Books Novels & Stories

She suddenly remembered the look in Robert’s eyes when he was drunk that night, it was the eyes of a man looking at a woman, but that didn't seem to be a good thing for Laura. In the bedroom with only one nightlight left, Laura sat on the bed and looked at the book Dylan gave her, the story of the gradual maturation of British women, winning love while also having merit. their own business. It was late at night when she finished reading, closed the book, and looked at the orange cover, like the warm winter sunshine that warms people's hearts in the cold, silently feeling someone's strength.

he whispers to my sister with loving eyes. I look at Lisa and beam at her. Scott finally came to his senses. It's nice seeing my sister happy. Lance and Scott leave quickly, and Moira heads to her room. Probably to change and get it ready for her mate to be in. She is a little bit of a clutter bug. "Well, Scott has been hit by cupid's arrow," Lisa says, moving into my lap. "Looks that way," I say, burying my face into her thick blonde hair.

Neither of then knew whether she wiuld be coming after seven years ago or she was going to come back soon enough. Elinda and the spy, whom people came to find out her name was Ana, were loathed by eveyone. Everywhere they went to, they were knocked aside as if they were some dustbins and chased away from people’s presence. All the pack member’s beileved, Karen had decided to go away because of them. Harriet, Peter, Kelvin and Patrilia, suck themselves into magic books and anciet libraries looking in there was anywhere written about raising then long gone souls.

Looking into Sean’s eyes, Luyando remembered all those days and nights her children had cried for her attention, when she could not see them except for her desires to win over the heart of a man that never thought of her as a woman but only as a sister. If Sean could see sadness in her eyes, what did her twins see when they looked at her? Luyando wondered. She had been willing to give up everything, including her own life for one man, but what had she received in return? She was now holding hostage someone who had no clue as to what was going on and the only thing he knew to do was trust…trust that he was not in any sort of danger. When was the last time she had trusted someone like that? Ha

Hello dear readers! So, I am starting to hesitate with this story as we are closely approaching 100k words and I feel like we are only about halfway through Laura's journey. So, can I get a show of hands-on who would prefer I just keep going even if the book gets to 100k plus words or break this down into 2 books? My thinking is that I add an authors note a the end of 'book' 1 so to speak and re-write the synopsis to advise any new readers that it will be 2 books in one.

Trying to calm my racing heart and the voices in my head. I knew the male voice was mine but who was the lady? Why did Laura picture trigger that memory? Who was Laura Isabella Knight?

— Little one, let's not fight! —I'm not fighting. Who's fighting here? You Spok? The little one barked and started running around. — Okay ! Can we visit our waterfall? You don't want to be walking in the woods at night, do you? — No problem. I have a bodyguard to protect me— she said, throwing herself on my lap and wrapping her legs around my waist. —You sure do. *** Laura Anthony

She wasn’t scared. Hesitantly Laura walked up to her knelt beside her leaving a respectful space between them enough not to startle her. She told the child. “I didn’t expect to see you here” Silence. Silver eyes stared at Laura. The girl slowly closed the book slowly and oddly tilted her head in an odd way. Old soul. Laura noted. Laura glanced at the book“Tale of Moon-born wolves”. “I loved that book, especially the one about the wolf who talked to the stars.” Laura whispered

When they reached their rooms, they all parted with goodnight wishes and Diamant had made sure to pass Michelle a silent forehead kiss before letting her go for the night. Laura opened the door to her room and stepped inside. The moment she closed it behind her, she let out a quiet sigh and squeaked in excitement, blushing. She fell on the bed, letting her mind drown into those sweet memories she had with Jace in the past one month. Thinking about it now made her feel warm inside. The room felt nice. The bed was soft, the pillows fluffy, and the lights were calm. Everything she needed was already there. She got up slowly, walked to the window. Outside, the city lights sparked and she loved i

LAURA "Let me out," I begged. "Please…" My voice was now a shaky whisper. It had taken less than ten seconds for me to realize that the door wouldn't open unless he wanted it to. But he smiled at me like he didn't want it to. He enjoyed watching me panic. Watching me beg. My survival instincts flared so violently that I no longer cared what I looked like. "Please, let me go. I'm sorry," I babbled, tears welling in my eyes.