Laura Thalassa Books Novels & Stories

Simon Lee When I saw Thomas come in, carrying Laura in his arms, I knew at once that the conversation had been too much for her. He handed me my Little One and I took her to the bedroom. — Can you give me some medicine for seasickness, please! Laura was pale. — Of course, Little One . But please don't be like that. I am here. I took the medicine and handed it to her with a glass of water. After swallowing she asked me to leave her alone.

Jenna cried out, her voice high with panic. "Get your filthy hands off her!" Tasha shrieked, shoving past racks of dresses toward us. I almost smirked in triumph… backup. But Laura didn’t even spare them a glance. Instead, she unleashed her aura. It hit the room like an explosion… a thick, crushing, suffocating tidal wave that obliterated everything in its path. I watched, wide-eyed and gasping, as Jenna and Tasha were flattened mid-step, falling to their knees with audible gasps, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Yet her impenetrable eyes are unreadable. “Where have you been these last two years?” Sabine just stares at me wordlessly for a long moment, as if weighing up whether she should tell me. “I´ve been looking for my sisters.” “Sisters?” “I´m the First Siren, Laura. Surely you didn´t think that I´m the only one, did you? I returned to Grimwald, my European homeland, searching for records of my descendants, seeking to trace them all over the world. Although I´m afraid I´m the sole one remaining from the Old World. And there aren´t many left from the generation that followed me. Something happened between now and the moment I was imprisoned. I intend to determine what that was. But for this endeav

A hollow feeling opened in my stomach. With a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world, I rose from the water. I dried myself with a thick, plush towel before wrapping a silk robe securely around my waist. When I opened the door, a soft lamplight painted my room in hues of gold and shadow. Amelia was already there, settled in her usual chair. "Good afternoon, Thalia," she said, her voice a gentle comfort. "Amelia." I crossed to my desk, perching on its edge beside her. I lifted the heavy, leather-bound tome on Pillard Forest and laid it open in front of her to a dog-eared page.

he mused. She had to admit, she didn't know. This place was massive. She took a deep breath and let out a sigh, running her hands through her curls. “I assume you're here to lead me there then?” she challenged, looking Damon directly in his eyes. He shifted a bit before he responded, “Follow me little flame.” ————————————————————————————— When Layla walked into Dr. Thalia's office she couldn't help but notice how beautifully historic everything was. The marble looked old and true but dazzling as it sat atop her desk. Old relics and reminders of the Greeks hung on display and sat high on shelves.

Thalassa POV: I spent the rest of the morning in my little hidden room, trying very hard not to think about Elara Vance performing my surgery on my husband downstairs, and failing completely. Every time I tried to focus on something else the patient files on my laptop, the outline for my next book, the grocery list I kept meaning to send to Margaret because we were almost out of the good tea my brain just circled right back to it. Elara Vance. My surgery. Cassian's eyes. All of it tangled together in this knot that I couldn't seem to untie no matter how many times I told myself it didn't matter.

The silence in Orion’s private library was a living thing, thick and heavy with the scent of old paper, leather, and beeswax. Thalia, the new archivist, knew she was trespassing. This sanctum was forbidden to all but the Alpha himself, but the lure of centuries-old knowledge had been too potent to resist. Her fingers, skilled and careful, had traced the spines of volumes on law, history, and war before they closed around a simple, unmarked book of vellum.

I am trying not to return to the apartment and find them together. “Do we know how Mathius’s meeting went yesterday?” Emmy asks. “From what Dylan told me, it went well. I guess the woman, Nayleen, that he met with was incredibly helpful.” Sapphire answers. So that is the woman's name. Damn, even her name is beautiful as she is. Once again, the apartment is dark, or that is what I thought. Someone left the dimmer light on, making the living room look like something out of a romance novel that Sapphire reads. She is into those fantasy/paranormal romance stories. Has Dylan caught her reading them? Giant hands grab my hips as I touch the switch to turn it off. I scream as I am pulled ba

I stared back at her confused by her reaction, before she changed the subject. “I have some things to give you, from your parents…” She stood quickly going over to her dresser. She sighed again as her expression turned to one of longing before walking back and placing a photo album in my hands. “This… this is a collection of memories your mother thought one day may bring you joy.” I looked up at the Luna to see tears flowing freely from her eyes. I looked back down, opening the book to the first page: To my sweet Laura, the day you came into the world my heart exploded with happiness. I only hope that your father and I can watch you blossom into the wondrous woman you will be.

Sex with Aeon was like a marathon, he never got satisfied with just one round and so was I. I didn’t look at him as I made my way across the beach to where Siera was lounging in one of the beach chairs, a pocketbook raised in hand parallel to her face, but she was obviously not reading but checking the view in front of her. I sat on the chair next to her and faced the direction she was looking at. "What are you reading?" "Huh?" She laid the book on her lap before she looked at me. "Oh, this. Under the Moonlight by Cassandra M."