Mysteries Laura Novels & Stories

Laura asked her making her more curious. "Who?" Tina asked dumbly. She has no idea of whom she can get there? "That mysterious man, Tina,” Laura yelled in excitement as she revealed. "What?" Tina sat up abruptly as she looked at her in disbelief. "You must be joking." She gasped in shock. "Nope, I am not," Laura told her firmly as she too sat up. "So how was it?" Tina asked in curiosity.

“I don’t.” But Laura kept advancing. One step for every step I retreated and her smile only widened. “Do you know how Clarke died?” My entire body went cold. My wolf froze completely. I stared at her. “You killed him?” Laura laughed. “I sure did.” She spoke with no hesitation, no guilt, nothing. “The idiot couldn’t keep his mouth shut,” she said casually. “He told you things he wasn’t supposed to.” My stomach twisted violently. “I wasn’t planning to kill him at first,” Laura continued lightly, almost bored. “But eventually I realized something.” Her eyes darkened. “The only people who can truly keep secrets... are dead ones.”

As I listened to the news anchor's report, I could not help but think there was some truth to the saying that after the storm is when the flowers bloomed. When did I start getting suspicious of Vonn and his crew? Oh, right. It was after I handed over $15,000 to some dude claiming to be Vonn's ex. The more I mulled it over, the more things did not add up. I headed to the police station to share my suspicions. I thought they would laugh me off, but boy, was I in for a surprise. It turned out there had been a string of killings in town, and all the victims were rich, bachelor types living alone.

"Because ... I made a mistake ..." "A mistake?" Laura had lived for decades; if she couldn't distinguish right from wrong, her years of experience would be in vain. Laura released Maddie's hand, her tone turning icy. "Dr. Cynthia's memory must be quite poor. Perhaps you should see a neurologist." Hearing the sarcasm in Laura's voice, Maddie's hatred for Maisie intensified. With that, Laura turned and left. Maisie smiled at Maddie, pointing at the surveillance camera above. "Oh no, I forgot to mention, the surveillance camera wasn't even turned on."

The image of her faded a little, Sleep came finally, deep and dreamless. ******** Laura sat in the library, trying to read a book, but she kept spacing out and wasn’t really reading it at all. Instead, her mind kept drifting to the woman who looked just like her, and she wondered what Detective Chen was finding out about her family. Scott suddenly came into the room, looking for her. "Detective Chen is here," Scott said from the door, so Laura looked up from her book, even though she wasn’t actually paying attention to it. "He has some information he wants to talk to us about."

Dante had said that Laura was the one who planned the sex scandal, and my mystery messager also admitted to doing that, so it meant Laura was my mystery messager. ‘Or am I wrong? Could it be that my mystery messager and Laura are different people? That means either Dante lied against Laura, which I highly doubt, or my mystery messager was lying when she said she caused the scandal.’ I shook my head, clearing the confusion that had started to creep in. ‘No, they are the same person. I’m sure of it. Laura is a master manipulator and a wicked liar. She knows I’ve already caught her, so she’s trying another of her lying schemes to make me doubt myself.’ •Oh pls enough of your games. I know it’s

“She hasn’t the last few times. No. But in the past, yes. Ask Stella. I’m sure she kissed her too. Honestly, Cass. I don’t see what the big deal is. I thought we had a really nice night. It looked like you two were getting along.” “We were,” I replied. “We did. I just, I don’t know. I was just surprised.” “Well, if there’s one thing I know about Laura, it’s that she’s full of surprises,” Dillon shrugged. “She’s had quite the life. She’s a professional lawyer now, but that girl had some stories, let me tell you.”

I turned around and decided to follow her from behind. All the struggle, bad and sadness from the past rolling into my head and episodes of the past keep showing in my mind which led my tears to roll down my tears from my right eyes. 12 years ago… I look at Helen, my social worker with tears rolling down my cheeks. “Hey Laura, you are going to stay at the shelter until you reach 21.” She said as she sat opposite me. “Where is my aunt?” I ask while sniffing. “Apparently we can’t locate your aunt's whereabouts.” Helen says softly.

I looked at him with a doubtful look and he scoffed: — She is the most powerful soldier! I burst out laughing and frowned wondering if that was what everyone at the agency was saying. — Really? I snorted. — Who is the granddaughter of the mob owner? Thinking from that side my brother was right. Even without being aware of her power, Laura was pure nitroglycerin. It was enough to think that she had hundreds of men willing to die to protect her. The power of that woman was surreal. — I'm glad she's in love with me too.

" Joe asked from behind her. "It's a birthmark borne by children who were touched by a goddess from another realm," She said casually. "Wait, what?" Kurt asked in disbelief. "Yeah, I read about it in a book," She said. "What book?" Joe asked. Lydia stopped walking and took off her backpack. She opened it and took out a large book and handed it to Joe. "This book..." She said. The book was large and on the cover, it had the word "TROLEYADIA" on it in large font.