Only Mine Laura Pavlov Novels & Stories

Nothing changed with my position after becoming a mistress except the fact that I would be fucked by Radolf whenever he wished. I whipped my head back, spotting a young girl around my age in the doorway. Her royal blue dress was giving off a different vibe, something classy yet elegant. Her dark hair was combed back perfectly. She held a wine glass between her fingers, inspecting me with a smirk. Noticing my surprised expression, she introduced herself, leaning against the kitchen counter comfortably, " I am Laura… Laura Wolfshon, Radolf's only cousin. I am assigned to work in different parts of the kingdom. We just met today. I must say that you are really beautiful."

They were all completely shocked, there were even a few mouths hanging open. “I can’t believe someone figured out our little trick the first year we had the slime pit!” Laura tells the cameras. “We truly have a great group of men and women with us this year, folks. Now Angel is a little too busy right now for an interview, but we’ll snag her later when she has her vocal cords again!” Laura gives the camera one of her famous wide grins and soon after someone yells cut, and the cameras are backing away.

XAVIER As I continued digging into my food, I couldn’t help but watch Laura closely from across the dining table. I’d always had a habit of just staring, observing, reading body language, and by far, she was the main object of my attention. She was laughing at something Lucas said. It was a small laugh—the kind that slipped out before you had the chance to decide whether to let it out or not—and it lasted maybe two seconds before she dropped her gaze back down to her plate.

She moans loud like a sex deprived slut, sh archs her back as I can see her shudder in excitements ad the pink lips and tips of her clit hold tight around the vibrator, Seeing the pleasure I have drilled into her makes me want to pleasure her the more, I pull out the vibrator at once causing her to look at me I'm surprised at me cutting off her pleasure at once, I love towards her nipples and bite down a little on it causin her to moan louder, I move the nipple clamp completely off her nipples leaving the binds on her hands as she looks like neloje a east ready to devour a prey, "I'm Laura and you?" I ask her as I rub myfi get against her navel,

Anna and Xandra exchanged a look. Xandra muttered under her breath, “No way… Laura’s pregnant too?” Laura flushed the toilet and lifted her head. “Don’t be ridiculous. I just ate too much this morning.” The moment she finished speaking, she threw up again. Xandra fanned the flames. “How much do you have to eat to throw up like that?” They all knew better. Laura had trained in dance since childhood and was extremely strict about her figure. Breakfast was the one meal she’d never overeat.

"I'm tired of being a slave, I've been one all my life, I want to be free." I stayed in his arms for what felt like an eternity, we stood quietly in that position and I listened to the rhythmic pattern of his heartbeat Matteo's voice broke the silence, his words cutting through the tension like a knife. "You should know, Laura, that I paid a substantial amount of money to acquire you, a sum that most people can't even fathom."

It’s better to do that; Laura truly doesn’t want any more victims because of her happiness. After doing what was necessary to find out if it was indeed the poison in question, Laura now waited for the doctor to tell her the results. Laura waited quite a long time for the results, alongside Elara, who was still asleep after the operation, until finally the results came and sure enough, the poison was the rare Neurovinex.

Trying to calm my racing heart and the voices in my head. I knew the male voice was mine but who was the lady? Why did Laura picture trigger that memory? Who was Laura Isabella Knight?

Lilian was quick to say. Her eyes shone with anger as she held onto Kneed. She was the only one who was not in pain, as she had not tasted the food. She had given an excuse at the time dining was going on. "W.. what's going on?" Laura asked, kneeling on the floor, with a confused and fearful gaze. Her eyes were set on her mate, and her heart thudded in her chest, painfully, seeing that he was in pain. She couldn't control herself and immediately she rushed toward Kneed.

Ava's POV Victor didn’t react to the change in my tone. His voice remained even, almost conversational. “Laura is Mr. Hale’s final disciple,” he began, as if reciting something well established. “She has an impeccable reputation here and internationally. She’s the youngest porcelain restorer in the field and the most renowned. Every major collector and elite seeks her out.” Each word felt like a sharp, precise needle driving deep into me. “She’s always needed a proper assistant,” he continued. “I’ve seen your work. Your fundamentals are solid. You could handle the simpler pieces.”