There was either a postal error, a miscommunication at the bar or fate playing its cause. A wealthy 28-year-old young man fell in love at first sight with a young lady. After weeks of no encounter, he sent a letter to her but the wrong lady got it. Laura George instead of Lara George. Fate played its role in linking the two strangers together even though Lara George and Laura George lives in the same apartment in Los Angeles. What happens when he finds out he had been in love with the wrong lady? What happens when Lara George meets Laura George? Is it going to be a love triangle or a fight for love?
View MoreLauraThe antiseptic smell filled the space as I stood over by Christian. The rhythmic sound of the machines was a reminder that he was still with us, but the anxiety gnawed at my insides. Following the surgery, I felt a flicker of hope, yet hope was inextricably blended with fear as I waited anxiously for him to wake.“Please, Christian,” I whispered, gripping his hand tighter. “I need you to wake up. I can’t do this without you.”My heart went out to his pallid complexion, in spite of the bruises that still lit up his appearance. The doctors had reassured me he was stable, but the unanswered one of time, if at all, he might become conscious above me, an approaching thunderstorm.“Laura,” Adlan broke my concentration and I saw him standing by the doorway with a worried expression. “How is he?”“Stable, but not awakened,” I whispered. “I just… I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”Adlan stepped beside me, his presence a steady anchor. “You’re doing everything you can. Just being
AdlanThe days that followed were a blur of emotions; anxiety, hope, despair, and determination. Laura was a relentless being, with an all-consuming love for her brother and aimed never to leave the hospital. I’m flattered by her strength and grittiness. However, I could tell that it was withering her on some deeper level. Every time I went to visit, I saw her sitting in a chair next to Christian's bed, eyes red from exhaustion and face pale. I just knew I should do something about it, even if it meant she should stop, but every time I suggested that she should discontinue, she shook her head and her eyes fixed and steadily fixed on her brother.Laura, you have to eat someone, I told her one day at lunchtime, presenting her with a casserole from the cafeteria.“I can’t,” she replied, her voice strained. “I just want to be here when he wakes up.I laid out the food on the side table next to her. “He wouldn’t want you to neglect yourself. He needs you to be healthy too.”She sighed,
LauraAsleep in the hospital room, the unimaginable carnage hung about me like a tightening fog. The maddening beeping of the heart monitor pulsed in my head, and with every beep a blast of fear spread through me. I could not look away from Christian, who lay there, frozen and exposed. The medical team swarmed around him, their faces a mask of concentration, and I felt utterly helpless.“Is he going to be okay?” I managed to choke out, my voice barely a whisper.A nurse looked toward me, a look both understandingly and insistently on her face. “We’re doing everything we can. Please, wait outside for a moment.”“No!” I cried, desperation clawing at my throat. “I can’t leave him. He needs me!”Adlan said very quietly, coming closer and stroking my shoulder. “Laura, please. Let them work. They know what they’re doing.”I fixed my gaze upon him, my pulse quickening. I saw a split second of worry in his expression. It quieted me down enough to draw a few shallow breaths. “Okay, I’ll wait.
AdlanIt was, inarguably, one of the most difficult to watch, having seen Laura plummet. I felt helpless as I stood outside the hospital room, listening to her plead with her brother to wake up. The severity of her condition made an impact on me, and I realized that whatever power I would have, I should utilize this to help her.“Hey," I said, creeping up beside her. Looking into her watery, searching eyes, her pain resonated in my very being. “You’re not alone, okay? I’m right here.”“I don’t know what I’d do without him,” she whispered, her voice cracking.I squeezed her hand, trying to offer comfort. “You won’t have to find out. We’re going to get through this together.”“I can’t lose him, Adlan. He's all that's left,” she cried, her eyes pleading.“You won’t lose him. He’s a fighter just like you. You've both been through too much to lose him, I comforted her, wishing I could take her pain away.We remained mute for a while, the sound of the hospital filling the air. Out of a desp
LauraThe world wriggled before my eyes as I crouched on the unforgiving grip of the road and gazed at the unmoving form slumped on the ground. All over my chest, the heart pummeled in unrelenting speed, to razor-thin beat like a battle cry, each beat a knell that this could not be.“No, no, no! I took a breath, rising and walking forward, breath held rapt in my chest. “Christian! Christian!”I shook my brother's shoulders lightly, desperately trying to find any sign of life yet his eyelids shut, skin ashen against the road. Panic surged within me, filling my veins with ice. “Please, God… Please!”As if by cue, the ringing of car alarms swept the streets, an audibility I never knew otherwise but in the hope. On the other hand, when I hit the top on his face I felt nothing, no sensation of warmth, no sensation of pulse. Just an emptiness that swallowed me whole.“Step back! Give him space! A voice echoed through the crowd and I became seized by grasping hands on my shoulders as they sw
Laura I sat in the cafe with the milk tea and a cinnamon roll drenched in raspberry pudding on the table in front of me. The cafe was busy just like my mind but I sat in a more cozy and quiet section with a view of the outside world. I wrapped my lips around my paper straw and took a long sip of my drink before taking a bite of my cinnamon roll. “My life can’t be real!” I said to myself after taking in a deep, frustrated breath. I haven’t gotten a call from Adlan since last night and that alone was driving me nuts. Hiding behind my ego and sinking in my pride, I wasn’t willing to give a call to him either. “It wasn’t my fault!” Last night, we were so passion-driven with intense sensual feelings. He was aroused and his boner was piercing through my inner thighs, throbbing against my lower skin. I was about to explode from the intense feeling of sexual emotions that drove me to stroke his cock. He moaned in my ears and let out a soft smile. He was ready to o
AdlanSomehow, I was bound by the anger in my heart—one my whole life seems to be built on. That anger that seems to be my only personality now. I could always feel the intensity swelling in my throat, tightening in my chest and hardening my fist. I could be a literal god at that moment if I wanted. I could be Hades, I could be Zeus and I could even be Thor. It just drives me crazy and almost lose my mind.I could feel my body intensify at every passing second and I could do more harm than good at that moment.But, I wanna be better for her. I wanna manage my anger and be gentle with her. I wanna try my best. Right now, I could feel the build-up of desires rising within me. Staring down at her made my desire grow intensely. I wanted her so badly but I still managed to make sure she wanted me equally and her words just drove me to a world of outright ecstasy. I kissed the side of her neck, nibbling on her skin and she let out a satisfying soft moan that pushed me further. I strolle
Laura He sat on the bed with his loose tie and his ruffled shirt. He stared at nothing in particular, making sure not to meet my gaze as I stood in front of him. He rubbed his knuckles and twirled his wrist as if preparing for another fight and I sighed, causing him to look up at my face. His gaze held emotions similar to disgust and anger but it wasn't directed at me but at the guy from earlier. But why? "Are you gonna say something or you're just gonna keep staring?" "You don't get to speak to me in such manner!" his voice was stern, different from what I have come to get used to. "What do you mean?" I asked with a frown and he blinked away, still twirling his wrist. "Does that hurt?" I asked, staring down at his busted hand. "Does it matter?" he got up from the bed and walked towards the door. "What's up with you, Adlan? I don't get what exactly this attitude is for!" he stopped before turning back to face me abruptly. His look hardened as he walked closer
Laura The dress hung on every curve that resides on my body, portraying an illusion of an hourglass shape which was not so defined without the dress on. The silver dress stopped mid-thigh, just enough to cover my butt with a little ruffle at the end of the dress. It has a tiny strap and a v-neckline that stopped before my cleavage was revealed. I loved everything about the dress, including the diamond stones that designed the neckline. I managed to apply a little make up which I usually practice on days that I was meant to freelance. I tied my hair up in a high bun, letting a few strands drop on my face and also grace my shoulders. To be honest, I was proud of myself. A few minutes after I was done, I got a text from Adlan, telling me to come outside. I checked myself for the last time in the mirror before hurrying out. His car was already parked outside but this time, it was a different car from his usual one. As I opened the car door, I was taken aback by the driver
Laura The diner was quiet and dark and the only light in here was the dimming light from the kitchen gas...uhmm...intended exergeration. The diner had almost lost its frequent bubbly spirit that moved the enthusiasm to a whole higher level. I sighed before turning the gas off. "Hey, Peter. I bet I'll be clocking out now." I took my apron off and waited for Peter's response who had just walked into the pantry only a few seconds ago. "Peter," I called out but got no response. I walked to the pantry and as I pushed the door open, walking a little deeper, I instantly froze in my stance with my heartbeat frozen as well while I stared in horror at Peter and he stared back at me, except his stare held no life. "Peter!!!" I finally broke the internal cord that tied my voice. I rushed to him, kneeling on the pool of blood with my trembling hands moving slowly to his bloody face. I whimpered, slowly lowering my head to his bloody shirt to listen to his heartbeat and t...
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