Laura Wexler Novels & Stories

said Kate. “Please, Kate. Don’t tell me you didn’t see through those lies she wrote,” Laura said tersely. “She used her mother to expose you. Can’t you see that? Anyone with half a brain knows not to trust Jennifer with any kind of significant information. I don’t believe Wendy. She’s lying.” “So, what are you saying, Mom? That I should cut off myself from Wendy?” Kate asked miserably. “Yes, my dear. Stay away from her,” Laura answered firmly. “Letting her back into your life is like giving her another bullet to take the shot she missed the first time. Don’t do it.”

“—No, I’m fine, Christian. Don’t worry about it.” This was one of the things that I loved and hated about Laura. Once she had set her mind to achieving a particular task, she continued on regardless of whatever other consequences there could possibly be. She paid no regard to her health, and she had a habit of never slowing down, not even when she knew that what she was doing was probably going to kill her. She had been here at the hospital with Alexa since he was admitted. She was tired. She knew that she was tired, but now that I was offering her a chance to get some rest, she was resisting me as though I were her enemy.

Valerie: The floor trembled again beneath my heels, subtle at first, then sharper, like the building itself exhaled in warning. My heart slammed against my ribs. “Valerie, what do you mean she’s fighting?” Xavier’s voice sharpened instantly. “Who is she fighting?” “I don’t know,” I whispered, staring down through the glass where Lisa stood unmoving, too still for a wolf, too still for anything with breath. “But she’s doing something. And the ground, Xavier, this isn’t normal. She is fighting us, the ground is shaking.”

"Scarlett." ******

Ava's POV Victor didn’t react to the change in my tone. His voice remained even, almost conversational. “Laura is Mr. Hale’s final disciple,” he began, as if reciting something well established. “She has an impeccable reputation here and internationally. She’s the youngest porcelain restorer in the field and the most renowned. Every major collector and elite seeks her out.” Each word felt like a sharp, precise needle driving deep into me. “She’s always needed a proper assistant,” he continued. “I’ve seen your work. Your fundamentals are solid. You could handle the simpler pieces.”

Since It is absolutely impossible to wash a car with heels 9cm high. Behind her, a woman with a skinny body like a sportsman was pointing his cellphone camera at him with a smile of victory. The woman is Olivia White, the head of the HR department who is the enemy of the woman who washes cars, Laura Dean. Laura tried to hold herself back so that her tears didn't fall. She didn't want to make Olivia even more happy. Even though there was still some punishment to be worked out after this.

Some were human while some were wolves. They brought me to a large chamber. "No," I said, trying to pull back. They forced me into it anyway and strapped me down. Lax entered with another woman with her eyes like black holes. "This is High Councilor Laura," Vex said. "She'll be conducting your interrogation." "I won't tell you anything," I repeated. Laura smiled. It was terrifying. "We'll see." She placed her hands on my temples. Pain exploded through my skull like my brain was being torn apart.

she said with a shrug. “Why?” “I just wanted you to know that your wife is not the angel you think she is. If she can have an affair with a man married to her own sister…” Xavier chuckled drily. “Why are you so obsessed with me? Why won’t you just let me move on? What’s your business with who I choose to be with? So if I decide to be with a pornst@r tomorrow, you’ll send me all the clips of her work?” Laura glared at him. This was clearly not the reaction she had been expecting from him. Xavier sighed. He was beginning to sound like a broken record, asking her the same questions over and over again and listening to her answers that didn’t make any sense.

“You look great. I’m glad you are all healed up.” For half a second, Wakely looked confused, but then smiled back at the girl. “Thank you.” “I’m Laura.” She extended her hand to Wakely. She took the extended hand and shook it. “Wakely.” “I’m in your boyfriend’s lab.” She tilted her head toward me.

“Enough with the excuses. From my years of observation, men naturally desire women with curves. Qualia’s flat-chested. No wonder she always calls Laura a fox. She’s just jealous.” “I bet a D-cup bra worth five million would drive her insane!” Xandra said confidently. Anna nodded. “Let’s do it. She’s bullied you so many times, and she’s showing up again for attention. No need to indulge her.” Laura chuckled softly. “I like the way you think.” Xandra scratched her head. “Her chest is flatter than my grandma’s washboard. She used to be so dark; probably got a bunch of whitening injections. I just can’t appreciate her. Laura’s figure, looks, and aura? A hundred times better.”