Laurel Lance Novels & Stories

Then, before Marty can reach out to touch her, Jamie shouts hastily, “Stop!” She sucks in a breath, nervously looking everywhere around the square as if for a way out as declares, “I, Laurel Moon, reject–“ It is at that exact moment that she sees me. She stops talking and gapes at me, frozen for a moment before her eyes kindle and her lips curl up into a knowing smile. She has found a way out. I am to be her sacrificial lamb. Raises her arm, she points a sole finger at me and shouts, her vocals rising even higher than the choir, “STOP THAT ROGUE!!!”

Then she looked back up at David and Elaine. “These pictures were on my company computer. Flora Hamilton, Lance’s mother, sent them to me. They have only been here. I don’t imagine Lance’s ex, Guinevere, has any love for me, but she and Arthur, Lance’s brother, left immediately on their honeymoon. They haven’t even seen the photos yet. So other than me, and maybe Lance if his mother showed them to him, the only other person who has seen them is… Flora Hamilton. These weren’t taken by a professional photographer. Lance’s mother shot these with her digital camera, and I don’t believe for a minute she had to go to these lengths to discredit me. She was more excited than Lance and me about our s

This surprised her, but Quinn seemed to be used to this type of display. “Likewise.” She uttered as she slipped her hand out of his and allowed it rest at her side, still somewhat confused about what had happened. However she did not get enough time to ponder it all as the very next second a female with bright red, redder than even Quinn’s hair stormed up to her and literally cut in between her and Lance Laurent. “There you are, Lance. I’ve been looking all over for you.” Her voice sounded like a fork being scraped on iron plating.

The only person who had the right to do so was Cassandra, but she would never even touch him. He searched his body for his disinfectant, but he couldn’t find it; he remembered leaving it at home. “You’re about to fucking piss me off.” He growled some more. “If you know what’s best for you, you’ll stop this madness, and I swear to God, if you follow me, I’m going to fucking break your neck.” Lance turned on his heels to leave, his body already itching and reacting to the uninvited touch. “I know you like your cousin.” She suddenly yelled into the cold, dark air, and Lance’s feet stopped before he could take another step. “I have pictures to back up my claim.”

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.

There was something about this particular Niccolo that made my blood boil. I would make her pay so damn well that she'd wish for death like a second clothe. I didn't see it coming but the glint of it made me step back. Laurel cackled like a witch before throwing her hands towards me again. I caught her hand this time, pushing her back with my other hand. "To think a girl like you can defeat me." She laughed. "I started training when I turned Sixteen." She said. Well, that was awful. She didn't know. No one knew.

Every hair on my body stood upright. My heart pounded so loudly I could barely hear anything else. It was them. Moon Goddess... It had always been them all along. Ria sighed impatiently. "And now Ms. Mary nearly ruined everything too, I can't believe she almost got caught." "I paid her enough to finish the job, instead she keeps making mistakes." Ria walked closer to him. "What now? We need to do something fast or that pathetic Lilith girl is going to ruin our chances." "We try again." Cole smiled. "This time, there won't be another little miracle to save Oliver."

"There's my number. Text me, and we'll make plans." Before I can utter another word, the doctor comes in. "Officer Gray, looks like you're gonna need some stitches." The entire time my face is being sewn back together, my eyes and mind don't deviate from the petite brunette standing next to the doctor. If there's one thing I know for sure - Laurel Springs is about to get wild. END OF VOLUME SIX: DEVANTE Archer - Coming October 2022 About the Author Laramie Briscoe is the USA Today and Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author of over 30 books.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

But that wasn’t her usual size or color. I spun just in time to see her disappear into the trees, the sound of snapping branches and rustling leaves fading fast. Silence fell over the clearing. I turned to Liam, breathing hard. “You weren’t going to tell me this? Running around with my Luna and you—you have no idea what this will do! She’s a Lyan! What wer you thinking!?” Liam’s expression turned grim instantly, “A Lyan… what? No, Lauren’s some low born…she…” He shook his head. “God, okay, that—that doesn’t matter now!”