Mysteries Laura Novels & Stories

For the sake of Ericson who had lost all hope in me, and the Crescent who had mocked me to shame, I must find the answers to all of my questions. "Crying won't save you from this, Crescent. Tell me what I need to know, and I may let you walk out if this." "Her name's Laura." Finally. "Who the hell is Laura?" I retrieved the chair from where it fell, and sank myself into it. "She's the dark sorceress who carries out the diabolism." He sniffed, and coughed. The wolfsbane and silver particles in his system where breaking down his immunity quicker than I thought.

“Just keep an eye on Ari. I have a feeling she’s going to need to blow off some steam. She’s bound to put on a show with the right concoction.” Camila’s grin was infectious. “You got it, boss.” I turned to Laura, who had been quietly taking everything in. She was the youngest of the group and I didn’t want her doing any field work. I didn’t want her in the group at all but she begged relentlessly and decided to show her worth when she hacked into Luna Emily’s social calendar. Now we knew exactly where she was going to be. Honestly, I needed her. I was good at the basics from Gabe teaching me years ago and honing them a little in college, but Laura’s mind was on a whole new level. She saw thi

“Did you get it?“ Alex asked the police detective who came with a tracking expert. He learned his lesson after Mason kidnapped Laura, he was prepared for this although he didn't know Dexter would be the one who would try to take his woman. “Got it,” replied the detective. Meanwhile, Laura woke up and was surprised to find herself in a different room and not the hotel room, the last thing she remembered was she was at the poolside looking for coco when a hand out of nowhere drugged her.

Serena explained, making Cassandra fear that she might one day become Michelle’s next target. “That is utterly unfair!” Cassandra hissed. Serena gave a thin smile. “You can see for yourself whether what I’ve said is true or not. I always keep an eye on the news about you all. Michelle still hasn’t been found. I even once suspected that perhaps Laura had something to do with Michelle being able to hide without the police ever discovering her.” “What do you mean? Isn’t Laura the one Michelle despises? Yet now you’re speaking as though Laura is working with Michelle?” Cassandra asked, as though everything Serena had said was nothing more than nonsense.

The room started spinning, and I barely registered Laura rushing back in, her phone clutched tightly in her hands. "You saw it, didn’t you?" she whispered, her face pale. I nodded, unable to form words. Laura cursed under her breath. "I had a bad feeling about this. I *knew* something wasn’t right." I swallowed hard. "Laura… if Gina is free, then..." "Then she might be coming for you," Laura finished grimly. "And she won’t stop until she gets what she wants." A heavy silence fell between us. Gina was out there.

Shiela woke up immediately. “Shiela…help.” Laura said scared not trusting her self. Shiela bolted eyes wide, but calm. “You’re mid shift Laura. Your turning. You said you didn’t have a wolf.” “I don’t.” Laura tried to say but it came out as a growl. “Well… your wrong. You do. Something triggered it. Maybe the mark on your stomach.” Laura shook, heart pounding.“we can’t tell anyone yet. Not until I figure this out.”

She was glad that she’d at least had the sense to make sure she brought it with her on this trip. If Gavin knew that Laura was Laurel, it was only a matter of time before everyone knew, including Adolph. What he would ask her didn’t matter. What mattered more than Basil’s plans to divorce her was that Laura might remember enough about the night she was murdered to start an investigation. Basil knew she had gone missing for a bit during their engagement party. In the state that he was in now, he’d let it slip and wouldn’t even care to make sure that people gave her the benefit of the doubt.

"Not really. She kept to herself and minded her business most of the time and I'm such a blabbermouth so naturally, we didn't really get along. But she was close to a friend of mine who's also originally from Mexico. Her name is Laura." "Laura?" "Yes, now that I think about it, it was her who came to get some information about Ariana's whereabouts. She suddenly asked out of the blue and it surprised me too. Everyone had already forgotten about her so I wondered why she got curious all of a sudden." "Where is this Laura now? Can I speak with her? "Here's the thing, Laura doesn't work here anymore. She's resigned." Now this was getting more and more complicated. "When?" "A few days ago. It was

“And now another unexpected voice has entered the conversation.” The screen shifted again. Emma’s stomach twisted. Laura. Laura Laurent sat inside a television studio looking heartbreakingly elegant. Her dark hair fell softly around her shoulders. Her eyes looked red. As if she had been crying. The interviewer leaned forward gently. “Laura, rumors have circulated suggesting you may have been involved with Dominic Sterling. What would you like to say about that?” Laura shook her head sadly. “Those rumors are completely false.” Emma stared at the screen. Laura’s voice trembled slightly.

The death of that version bore life to who she was now, Chelsea Landore. The last thing she expected was someone digging up her past and the skeletons she buried with it. She had done many notorious things as Chelsea Landore. But Laura Christian was the most notorious. She had pulled her first scam when she was nineteen and she accidentally killed the man when he tried to kill her.