Laura Sharp Novels & Stories

She was angry, and deep inside, she was sad from their argument. With a stomach churning like a storm, she turned to walk away. She wanted so much to believe Daniel, but something in his tone had not rung quite right. Just as she reached the edge of the clearing, she saw Laura standing on a nearby rock, her eyes glinting at her with that amused smile. "Looks like things didn't go well with your little friend," Laura said, her voice honey, sugar-coated but laced with something sharper. Sophia narrowed her eyes at her. "What do you want, Laura?"

As much as she was expecting screams and blood splattered on the wooden walls of the cabin, much was her disappointment to see that none of that happened. Instead, Laura knelt on the same spot. Unscathed. “I don’t understand, my king… She deserves some punishment!” – Alora shouted, pointing a finger at Laura. Laura gave her a sideways glance. Why is she really pursuing for a punishment? Isn’t Harper being gone satisfactory enough for her evil heart? “My king…” – Laura started, but she has no idea on what succeeding words should she say next.

She has this sharp thing that might help her to defend herself against him. “I won’t waste any time to use this if you laid your finger to any of us!” she added. Tears well on her face and made it more stressful for her to do such fool thing. “You know I love you but you let me feel this way! You are the reason why I feel this way, Demir.” “Is it not enough that I married you and I fight for you against all odds?” Demir said and stepped closer to her. “Don’t ever try to get closer!” Laura warned him and pointed the sharp thing on her own neck.

"Laura... The name means victory and I like starting the new chapter of my life on the right foot. With you around, let's accomplish great things together, shall we?" Unknown to Tynan, something magical happened the moment he said that. The man was happy to plug the new phone in for it to charge while he went for a shower but the phone flickered to life even with zero percent battery. On the screen, an image of a girl started to rub her eyes and look around. The girl had pink hair tied up with a bandana that was decorated with a cute skull. She wore a red tracksuit and looked very athletic. If anyone recognised her, they would know her as the Princess of the Dirt Track from five years ago wh

Maddie’s high-pitched voice ripped through the air, panic lacing every word. Lucia, with her hands shaking as she carried her baby boy, fumbled for her phone, pressing the numbers with the kind of urgency that came with knowing that if she messed this up, if she delayed even a second—Laura’s baby might not make it. Cameras were flashing. People were murmuring. The party that was once filled with whispers of admiration and respect, had twisted into something ugly. Laura had gone from the center of attention to the center of a cruel joke. She wanted to cuss, to scream, to rip the irritating expression off Stephanie’s disgustingly satisfied face—but another sharp pain sliced through her stomach

Laura was the second child of Maximus and Alexia. She had straight blonde hair, eyes that shifted between shades of gray and green, and an oval face with delicate, rosy cheeks that accented her pale, porcelain skin. She didn’t share any noticeable features with Maximus or the Palmer family. Laura was aware that her father wasn’t as close to her as she wished he could be. Despite her fine features, she didn’t resemble her siblings either, which only deepened her sense of isolation.

Every step forward was fueled by everything they’d taken from her. And that made her unstoppable. Pain didn’t weaken her. It sharpened her. They thought time would soften her edges, dull her claws, wash the blood off her hands. But time had only made her quieter. Colder. More precise. She didn’t need to scream to be terrifying. She didn’t need a pack to wage war. Laura Lavigne was war. And this time, she was already behind enemy lines— smiling, serving, watching… waiting. He ran a hand through his hair, suddenly too aware of how empty the room felt.

she said standing up as she walked towards the basement while Alex and Elena followed her. They got there as Laura sat on the armchair there. She picked her phone and saw the missed calls Elena gave her. "Oh damn" she said and glanced back at Elena who was standing back at her. "Told you" Elena said as she breathed down. Laura started operating on the system as she searched for, Jeffrey Logan on the screen. "Guys you've gotta see this" Laura said as they gathered and stared at the screen. "Age 45, married to Molly Logan. Have three kids but all are staying in Spain with their mom, interesting" Laura said nodding her head.

she screamed, voice quivering with rage. The room went still, everyone watching as the tension built. “What are you doing here, you heartless thing!” Laura's words spilled out of her in a rush, her body vibrated with emotions. Her arms had turned into balls, and she struggled to keep composure as she battled with the conflicting emotions of shock, hurt, and fury. The lady, unfazed by Laura’s outburst, leaned casually on the counter. “Laura Wells… the good girl. It’s a pleasure to meet you once again. Our last meeting wasn’t a great one,” she taunted, her laughter dripping with mockery.

She turned her gaze to me, her disdain burning into my skin. “She’s a social-climbing bitch,” Laura sneered, her voice dripping with derision. “She probably murdered her husband to cosy up to his friend. And besides,” she added, her voice rising with contempt, “we don’t even know where she’s from—her past or who she really is.” Her words cut deep, but I didn’t flinch. “If Malachi can’t see the dangers he’s exposing himself to, then he isn’t fit to rule either,” Laura continued, her voice trembling with rage now, though her focus stayed unrelenting.