Make You Mine Laura Pavlov Novels & Stories

There was no one else in the shop and she wished it would stay that way as she wanted peace and quiet. “Can I get a cup of coffee with two teaspoons of sugar,” she asked the worker. “Sure, please have a seat,” the worker said, and she left. As soon as she was seated, Mabel brought out her laptop to search for the Christian Romero guy she was supposed to seduce. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she heard an annoyingly familiar voice just as she finished typing the words, ‘Christian Romero.’ The colour drained from her face when she turned and found the crazy man from the previous day glaring at her.

“Why would you…? That show—people watch it everywhere. It’s for shining, for showing off. It’s obscene.” He watches the flinch that passes across her face and the ease with which he has produced it. “Exactly,” he says. “It is for showing off. You’ll be perfect. All you need to do is act.” He reaches into his jacket and places a small tablet on the counter; a P*F file, he explains, with all the questions and the given answers. “Read it. Learn it. Put on a convincing show. Be the woman you were always supposed to be for men like me.”

Squatting in front of Aarav, Sherly asked her son, "Where do you want to eat, Aarav?" "Just a seafood restaurant, Mommy," Aarav said lightly. "The food there is definitely delicious, I want to eat big lobster with Mommy." What? Sherly gasped when she heard that. Big lobster? The price is definitely expensive. That day, Sherly's money was used to buy VIP tickets to please her child. Now, she only has a few pieces left in her wallet and only enough for food on the side of the road, as well as the fare to get home by public transportation.

Nick had stayed on as Martina's assistant, bringing ingredients, wiping down counters, basically being the perfect helper. "Try this," Martina said at one point, holding out a spoonful of sauce to Laura. Laura tasted it. Her eyes widened. "Oh my God," she said. "This is amazing. I need to send this to Zoey!" She snapped a selfie holding the spoon, making an exaggerated face of pleasure. "She swears she makes the meat pasta in the world," Laura went on, typing her caption, "but after this class with Grandma Martina, she's officially doomed!"

I narrowed my eyes, the corner of my mouth twitching as I resisted the urge to pull her away from him. “Caspian,” she said with a playful grin, pinching his cheek. “You’ve grown more handsome. Laura, what have you been feeding him?” Laura smirked, shooting me a knowing glance before replying, “Good sex.” Avery gasped, pulling away from Caspian as she smacked Laura’s arm. “Laura! So shameless!” Laura laughed, clearly unbothered. “What? It’s the truth.” I cleared my throat loudly, and Avery turned to look at me, her cheeks flushed. She quickly made her way back toward me, but not before Caspian gave me a nervous smile. Good. He should be nervous.

she pleaded, her voice breaking with emotion, her tiny body still trembling. In her innocent mind, she believed that the reason he treated her this way was because she had done something wrong. If she could just behave, he would stop being angry and stop treating her so harshly. Gavin remained silent. Her words were like a key, unlocking a long-buried door deep inside him. Waves of painful childhood memories surged to the surface. He saw the helpless version of himself, struggling alone in the dark, unnoticed, filled with despair and loneliness. Suddenly, a warm, burning tear fell onto Laura's hand, sliding down her slender fingers, leaving behind a shining trail before disappearing.

Her eyes couldn’t settle on one thing. “Holy moly. We just drove past Rihanna’s mansion.” She said dreamily. I glanced at Lorenzo and he shrugged his shoulder before stepping further into the room. I know she was Leigh-Ari’s best friend, but there was no way this chatterbox was going to make it through that barrier. “Laura Montez Petrou.” Vernero barked causing Laura to tear out of the seat abruptly, and she poised herself so bad you could have thought she was talking with Queen Elizabeth herself.

Knowing she was the only one able to make his crotch submissive just gave her the pleasure of thinking what to make the night more interesting. Laura coughed out her slimy saliva, romanced his weakest and softest spot. “Laura that is so...Um… Shit!”

Pete’s name flashed on my screen, so I answered it. “What’s up, bro?” “Who is she?” Pete asked, his voice hesitant. He was the most sensitive of us all and though he would do anything for either me or Ron, he respected people’s privacy, if they deserved it. But only if they deserved it. “She’s our next Laura, Pete, I just know she is. I just have to get her to stop and talk to me for more than 30 seconds and she won’t sit still.” I said with a soft laugh and glanced around. I’d walked over to a quiet copse of maple trees, ready to talk but needing privacy.