Laurel Lance Novels & Stories

Lance said, his voice breaking with emotion. He didn’t know how to start, especially since he was meeting his daughter in such an unexpected way. He didn’t want her to be shocked or scared of him because of what happened to his daughter. “My name is Starr. I am the daughter of Lance Hart and Celine Salvatore.” She introduced what her mother had taught her. A torrent of tears escaped Lance’s eyes. “Sweetheart, I’m Lance Hart,” he said, a smile gracing his lips as he introduced himself. “Would it be alright if I gave you a hug?”

I know I have always pride myself around as one but when Moira first congratulated me and called me Luna it sent me the chills. “We are here to get you ready for the coronation, my Luna.” One of the girls interjected. She was the smallest yet posed as a leader. “You can go ahead.” I managed a smile, not wanting to appear hostile to them. “Okay, my Luna.” The girl replied and they immediately got to work.

"Lance was the only college student involved in the illegal operation that happened in one of the clubs we raided." "W-What do you mean?" Shantala asked with a creased forehead. As far as she could remember, Valerie told her that Lance was doing well at the university so what was she hearing from this man right at that moment? She added, "Gavin, one of the things I hate the most is liars so if you are joking right now, drop it before I get mad." "I'm afraid I am not joking, Kierra," he responded. "Lance Arceo. A first-year college student at Estermouth State University. He is related to Stacey and Shantala Arceo by blood–"

Lance, "Yona, don't contact me again." Mrs. Lance was stunned, "What...? What do you mean?" Carla said, "Last time I introduced her store to you, I thought you knew it. I didn't expect that you were so stupid that you didn't even know who was behind the Nirvana Pavilion. Now that you've offended people, you'd better pray that they are magnanimous and don't care about you, or you'll be waiting to get out of this city!"

Dated two months ago. I gasped and stepped back. A voice asked me from behind “Are you looking for something?” I spun around. Lillian stood at the door, arms folded. My words stumbled as I asked "Why do you have this?" She moved inside while replying with a calm tone, “You could ask me that question too.” “Who took that photo of you, huh? You had no idea this existed before now.” My throat was dry. “Why are you doing this?” She moved around me as she spoke and said that she needed to understand. “Laurel—my Laurel—disappears mysteriously while traveling. We’re told she was in an accident. Nobody found it. Just a burned-out car and some clothes.”

“That was simple. I'll kill anyone who gets in my way.” Lira and Lance gaped at her. Both didn’t say anything. Lira's eyes were wide with wonder, but her hands remained tied. Lance jolted out of the shock and hurried over to her. He quickly untied Lira's wrist, and she threw her arms around him. Holding her close, he kissed her temple. Lira turned back to Selene after a moment. She muttered. “ I had no idea you were such a talented warrior.” While wiping blood from her cheek, Selene laughed. “Of course I—. “

That's because the response was a voice that did not come from them. "What? Don't be startled; I just wanted to thank you for agreeing to pair with me." Zamonte said, leaning against the wall by Ravyn's room window with a cheerful expression. Ravyn quickly flashed her information screen and turned to look. [All Stars Trainee Profile Alias: Lavender Rankings: #98>>#27 Suits: Club, Diamond, Heart, Spade (Complete) Status: Paired (Partner: Zamonte)]

“I knew you hurt her, Wade… but not like this. Not like some rabid animal. I despise you.” Her eyes glisten, but she blinks hard, refusing to let the tears fall here. Not in front of him. Not in this place. She lowers the phone, her voice razor-sharp. “How did you even get this?” Across the booth, Lance leans lazily against the leather seat, his glass of whiskey untouched. That dangerous half-smile spreads across his face, devilish and deliberate. “I have my ways,” he says simply, his voice silk over steel. She looks at Lance, eyes wide, breath heavy.

Brad said. "Okay," Cage agreed and left. **************************** Lara woke up after a little bit of sleep. She stood up and noticed that she didn't feel sore again. Happily, she ran into the bathroom to take her bath. Hopefully, there would be no mistakes tonight. Everything she had worked so hard preparing for would flow easily without any glitches. She took her bath, picked out one of the dresses meant for the day, and wore it. It was almost time. She left her room to welcome the guests as they came for the ceremony.

However, like a fool, she had quit. At that time, she had represented the country, but it was under an Alias—Laurel, which was tied to her name, and it means "Triumph" or "Honour.” She had stayed hidden under that name and the name was still famous in both the country and in the international fashion world. She had shocked the whole fashion world when she decided to quit the competition two days before the final when she was supposed to appear, and she had even heard Julian cuss that “Laurel” was a fool for quitting when she was so close to the crown.