Novel Lara Cintaku Novels & Stories

Montserrat. =============================== LARA SMITH Lara's eyes instantly flew open as she gasps for a deep breath. Her body feels so weak. She feels like she ran an endless marathon and her legs feels like jelly. She roamed her eyes around and she thoughtfully frowned when she realized that the room feels strange... From the ceilings and the walls, it looks so white. And she can feel the intense smell of alcohol. Lara looked at her right side and she was surprised to see some kind of machines beeping, and when she looked at her hand, there were some thin tubes...

Lara's eyes glinted with a mischievous glint. "Hey! Eyes off my man!" Amelia rolled her eyes at Lara as she pulled the car to a stop in front of Jack. Lara stepped down from the car looking voluptuous in her leather suit. She walked slowly towards Jack smiling while flaunting her alluring body provocatively. "Where the hell are you coming from, Lara?" Jack took off his shades to reveal his lethal gaze. "From Yazi," Lara said in a sultry tone. "This frown doesn't suit your fascinating look, Sweetheart," Lara attempted to touch Jack on the chin but he flung her hand from his face, grabbed her by her neck and pinned her to the gate.

Had he just helped the girl she liked to confess to another man? ***** “What now?” “Just this line,” Larina pleaded with his eyes constantly blinking and pushing her back to Diego now compacted with the corridor’s walls. “Please?” He inhaled with his eyes darting an irritated glare at her. Larina just smiled and lifted the same coral book on another page. “Ragsak ay kusto, sik-ay nangitdo. Sik-an gasat ko,” worded and looked away. “The happiness in me, you thought me how to. You are my destiny.”

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Lara Lara was exhausted. After she arrived at the dwarven hub, she rode day and night to reach the elven capital. The horses were prepared in advance, so she would just jump on a fresh horse and ride on. Her arse was killing her. But she was finally in the elven capital, waiting to be summoned by the most powerful elf in Velas. Lady Sif was sitting at her desk. Lara wondered why the unusual ones always strive for power the most. Thea Sif didn't look like an elf. With slightly darker skin, much shorter in stature

The woollen threads seemed serrated, leaving her fingertips raw with a stinging, abrasive itch. Lara noticed that whenever the inmates attempted to speak, the guards’ screams instantly shattered the air. With nothing else to occupy her mind, she raised her eyes and turned her head slightly whenever the overseers looked away. She sought to find the woman she had pushed, though she could not discern if her gaze held fear or a silent plea for forgiveness. As she turned her head further to the right, she caught sight of her and fixed her stare upon her. The woman’s gaze was resentful, while Lara’s was broken, devoid of any intent save for an apology. The woman merely lowered her head back to the

Lara had to choose between saving one or losing both. VOTE. SHARE. COMMENT. Next chapter: Lorenzo spirals. Kyrian waits. And Raphael plans. This is going to hurt so bad 💔 Also , let me know if i need to improve my writing or not please. — Your Author ✨

Cintia, the psychologist, tried to greet Lavínia as Bayer, but was interrupted by Zara, who, with a quick motion, pulled her into a tight and desperate hug. Cintia was surprised by the show of affection, as it was unusual, given that they didn't get along well. Her eyes, behind the lenses of her glasses, revealed a certain unease. Zara, taking advantage of the proximity, whispered something in Cintia's ear, a shared secret that made the psychologist smile as she looked at Lavínia. Zen, feeling more and more uncomfortable, shoved his hands into the pockets of his suit, keeping his eyes distant from Lavínia, who was staring at him with concern, but he hadn’t noticed anything.

Lara said, waving a hand dramatically as she dropped onto the leather sofa. “Kian and Kiera? Please. They have your stubborn eyes and her perfect smile. Anyone with half a brain can tell.” “You tailed Benny too?" I asked, raising my brow at her. She would only know that if she had tailed him. “Yes, I was curious." She shrugged. I stood up slowly and walked over to the bar in the corner of the room and poured myself a glass of water, my mind restless. “They’re beautiful,” Lara continued, almost dreamily. “Ivana must have raised them well. I can’t wait to meet them properly. I want to wrap my arms around them and just spoil them for days.”

I was treated worse than an omega and lived like a slave. I am no daughter of Alpha Cedric and Luna Mariam. I am no heir. To them, I am nothing but a monster who ate their heir before he could take his first breath. I am Lyra, the Heir-Eater, And this is my story.