Laurex Fanfiction Our Love Novels & Stories

“She’s just a stupid Omega, My Love. She’s not worth your time.” Lauren gritted her teeth, shooting a malicious glare at me before suddenly darting her gaze at Maximus. Standing on her tiptoe, she planted a soft kiss on his cheek. “You’re right, baby. She’s not worth my time.” Returning her gaze to me, she flashed me a wicked smile. “Let’s leave here.” He urged, seeming uncomfortable as he started walking away from me. “Alright darling.” Lauren flashed me another wicked smile before promptly following him.

Silas approached and ruffled my hair, and I stared blankly at the blood-stained floor. "Say you love me, and I won't touch the other one," he demanded, his voice a haunting melody in the aftermath. Exhausted and unable to find words, I simply nodded, eliciting a sigh of relief from him. He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, drawing me into a possessive kiss. The surreal nature of my reality struck me; I was overwhelmed with distress. Wrenching sobs clawed at my chest as Silas embraced me, intensifying the kiss. He nudged my head upward, burying his face in the crook of my neck.

she whispered, her lips finding his again, the kiss deepening into something raw and electric. They lost themselves in each other, the dorm room a cocoon of rekindled passion. The jealousy that had sparked the night fueled a possessiveness that made every touch more intense, every glance more meaningful. Mira’s anger at Tyler faded, replaced by the overwhelming love she felt for Ethan—the boy who’d crossed the country to surprise her, who’d fought for her, who’d never stopped being her home. As they lay tangled together, the world outside faded, leaving only the promise of a new chapter, where temptation was conquered by devotion, and their love burned brighter than ever.

she asked in the same tone. I felt like someone had struck me hard. “What? Is he worthy of my kiss?” Caellum yelled, losing his grip on my collar. I glared at him before yanking my collar from his grip and looked back at Lauren. “The only person who I want to kiss ever is you, my love.” I said to her in a sweet voice. Caellum growled, but I smiled at Lauren. “The way your faces were touching, I really thought that I am having a nightmare. Gross.” She made a face, slowly trying to sit up.

the ravenette leaned biting Justin's bottom lip, tugging it in between his teeth that has Justin closing his eyes in ecstasy. "You can't just look at me as if you're doing to kiss me, to have me hovering on top of you, and do nasty things to you while expecting not to be affected." "It's all your fault, Justin. Now, you can run away, but expect me to come after you." Ray muttered, his voice sexy and dangerous. Justin has become delirious. He doesn't know what to say nor do. He was so lost in both lust and passion that he didn't move away when Ray finally claimed his lips.

more times than I could count. “I’ve never been more sure,” I whispered. Afterward, we lay tangled in each other, skin against skin, heart against heart. And then.. we did something stupid. Beautiful. Binding. We made a blood covenant. A small cut on the finger. A drop exchanged. A vow sealed. “I swear I’ll never leave you,” he said, forehead pressed to mine. “Not in this life. Not in any other.” I swore it too. But words are fragile things. Two weeks later, his father found out. About us. About me. About the future Kenneth had dared to imagine that didn’t involve politics, privilege, or a wife chosen at some black-tie dinner.

Laila's POV I turned slowly to gave him. His lips were still curved into that testing smirk. Love? I guess that word wasn't said in my mind as he paused, raising a brow at me. "Don't look so suprised, Bambi. Yes, I love you. I'll say it again and again until it sticks. I'm hopelessly and helplessly in love with you. Forget the mate bond. Forget that we were forced together. I love you and I'll keep loving you. After all we've been through, I thought it would have been made clear at this point."

she whispers loudly, “blink twice.” Alexander laughs softly through the speaker again. I hate both of them. “Tomorrow,” Alexander says smoothly before I can disconnect. “Nine a.m. Don’t be late, sweetheart.” Then the line goes dead. I stare at my phone in disbelief. The audacity. “The sweetheart thing would absolutely work on me by the way,” Emily says helpfully. I glare at her. She drops dramatically into the chair opposite my desk. “So,” she says excitedly, “office romance?” “There is no romance.”

I muttered, reaching for my water bottle. “Morning Michelle” they both echoed and then continued their banter. As Brenda and Lia argued about Ryan Carter, I scoffed, they were furious over a celebrity crush while I was drowning in the memory of last night. Their world felt so far from mine that I almost laughed at the absurdity. *** "Michelle!" Leo called from behind as I trudged toward the lecture hall for Diet class, my legs dragging, still foggy from lack of sleep. Leo was my closest buddy in class. People always saw us together and assumed we were dating—which was funny, considering the last guy I kissed was a complete stranger on a beach.