Think Of Laura Novels & Stories

I looked at the photo, hating the direction of my thought but being unable to stop it. Gosh. Laura looked at me, her grin widening mischievously, perhaps even knowingly. “Ah I see you're thinking of making someone very, very jealous,huh?” She bumped my shoulder playfully. “I have no idea of what you're talking about.” Laura waved my response aside as she smirked, “come on, I know you're thinking about it. I wouldn't blame you, I also love making men jealous.” “Men?” I echoed incredulously. “What the heck are you talking about?”

Laura asked Rachel, who looked at her with a surprised expression. “How did you know?” Rachel asked her because she remembered that Laura hadn’t been home up until yesterday from the day she had left with James. “I’m a psychic,” Laura joked as she looked out of her window. It looked like her friend was going out there to have fun. After visiting the club’s website, Laura had an idea of what was going on there and what her friend probably enjoyed when she went there last time. “Right,” Rachel said sarcastically before rolling her eyes, and the two of them laughed. Laura had moved into a villa. Although it was large, like Rachel’s or James’s, it was comfortable for her to stay in.

Her eyes widened immediately, filled with regret, but sorry for her, it was too late. “I—” she shook her head quickly. “I didn’t—” “You didn’t what?” I pressed, my voice still calm. She stepped back, her back touched the wall as if she wanted to sink into it to escape from me. “I didn’t know it would go this far.” A bitter smile touched my lips. Of course she didn’t. People like Laura never thought about consequences. She never thinks. “And what exactly,” I said softly, “did you think would happen?”

"I had hoped you won't be back soon and know you are back you've become a pain in the ass" "I think I need to leave you guys now to have your little chit chat" Laura says, I look to her as she walks happily away from her she' must think she's still a kid getting all happy and joyful, "Stop looking at her that way" hickey says turning my chin away from Laura to herself, "Pardon ?" "I don't think I'm certain here but my thoughts are just a bit you know ... jumbled she's your mate you don't need to keep gawking at her that way"

I forced myself to smile more, in an attempt to hide what I was really thinking. “Then, why don’t you go for a walk or something. Maybe you need to clear your head. We still have about two more hours left, so it is better if you fix your state of mind, instead of ruining the decorations.” Laura’s voice was soft and delicate, much like mine had once been before I started to become hateful toward anyone who I felt was a threat to Allie. “Maybe you are right.” I said as I released the paintbrush in my hand and allowed Laura to take it from me.

she asked again, her brows pulling together in an almost cute pout. She moved to close the door, clearly uninterested in a conversation, but I slapped a hand against the frame, keeping it open. I met her gaze head-on. “I’m Laura, from Room 6B downstairs. I get that you love a good party, but other people are trying to sleep. Your music is too damn loud. Will you turn it down?” It was unnerving to be staring at someone who looked so much like me but wasn’t related in any way. Wasn’t there some old superstition about doppelgängers being a bad omen?

Influence. I could use that for good to create a world that was safe for my daughter to be in and for her to thrive. With the right person by my side, I could dismantle everything I hated and turn it into something wonderful that helped people. “Hey,” said Laura, “are you okay?” I looked up at her and stopped cutting. “What? Why?” “You look like you’re in heat or something,” she told me. I coughed. “I’m not in heat. All I’m doing is…considering my options.”

Laura thought, could it be because she drank too much brandy that she got confused? Laura looked over at Kayler; she grinned mischievously and approached him. She had only taken a few steps when she smelled a strange smell of pheromones invading the room. Her eyes turned burgundy; she was certain that a stranger was there. Laura thought the purpose of these people could only be to save Kayler or target her. He's no longer worth Laura's use anyway, so she will kill him directly to lure the guys here to the face.

Laura stood there with silver light still faint under her skin and stared directly at Lyralei. “I dreamt about you,” Laura said. “Beat your ass too.” Lyralei froze for one second and then irritation flooded through her. She didn’t like that Laura remembered the fight and she definitely didn’t like the smug look on her face.

Laura asked, her eyes narrowing dangerously at Sheila before she burst out laughing the next moment. Looking at her reactions, Sheila could not tell if the person before her was sane or another crazy psychopath. "Do you think I'll let him catch me? No sweetheart. By the time he finds you, not even a single trace of me will be lingering around. As for you, who knows if you're so called David will want to take another look at you." Laura spat venomously, her eyes filled with hatred and disgust. " Why? What do you plan to do?" Sheila found herself asking. Something about Laura's words sounded awfully wrong.