Angel Layla Novels & Stories

"You're overthinking it, Mrs. Jewell Senior. I'm not Sue, nor do I have such talent. I'll take my leave now. Please enjoy your evening." With that, she turned to leave. "Stop right there!" Layla's sharp voice rang out. Angela's footsteps halted, and her back stiffened slightly. "If you don't want to acknowledge your old name, fine. But do you have any idea what's become of Henry Lawson and your senior apprentice?" Layla stepped forward and grasped Angela's wrist. "Tell me. I need to know." Looking into the elder's aged, cloudy eyes, Angela felt a pang of sorrow. She had lost contact with her mentor and senior apprentice long ago.

“Did Alpha Dylan really drive you to work?” “Or are you his fated mate?” Bisho added with a smirk. All eyes turned to me. Before I could respond, Layla snorted. “A *Neotide* mated to Alpha Dylan? Don’t make me laugh.” I turned to her slowly. “What if he is? What would you do then?” She leaned forward, her sneer icy. “Dream all you want. But the moon goddess would *never* make such a mistake.” Just then, his scent hit me—warm, earthy, intoxicating.

Veronica yelled. “What did you just call me?” Layla asked, gazing at her with those icy blue eyes of hers, which penetrated into Veronica’s soul so much that she looked away immediately. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Your punishment is way too light for what you did, so be grateful and don’t show your ugly face here ever again,” Layla said. “The Moon Goddess made a mistake when she chose you as the Alpha’s mate. Just know that,” Veronica said, looking over her shoulder as she was being dragged away.

Luna Layla laughed, her eyes shining with amusement. "Oh, Nora. You always know how to keep me grounded. But this time, I'm not afraid of falling. I've got Ethan to catch me," she said, her voice filled with love and devotion. Layla sat down on the couch and put on the television "Hazel Wynn, the new face of Brigadier, has signed a contract with the prestigious modeling agency." Layla's thoughts raced with disbelief and questions. How could Hazel be alive? “Ha...Hazel” She stammered

This Angel was sizing her up and down and one of his wings caressed her arm feeling the feathery embrace and feeling scared all at once. “Jasmine Lanea Peters, age twenty seven. Born from the mother of Janea Latrice Peters and father unknown. Last prayer was for her mother before she passed several years ago. You feel alone and helpless. You need this to be your saving grace. It is no wonder you are so determined.” Jasmine’s mouth went dry and she wanted to remove her hand, but instead, it started to glow which caused the Angel to look worried then. “What are you doing?”

“Ayala belongs with us now, and not with you. She doesn’t want you, and she won’t be going with you. So you can leave.” Coello’s eyes go cold and cruel, then. He straightens up and looks out over the gathered pack, a nasty smile on his face. “This shifter woman doesn’t belong with you. She has spent far too long in the celestial realm, and now your Earth is a stranger to her. Her only hope - her only future - is at my side.” “That’s not true!” I hear Layla’s voice calling out. “She’s home now, and you’ll never get her back!”

“I have the power over the seasons, and the weather. I can only control small areas right now, but I can practice and get better at it.” “Oh… So you are not a demon half breed…” What? What did Jamira mean? “No… I am a crossbreed of an angel, and human. My mother is Horae. She did not want me though. She said I was a mistake. Please do not tell Layla I am not a demon… Or the girls… I don’t want to be left.” “Do you know Layla is a princess who is half demon, and angel…” Jamira grabbed the pitcher, and poured Tempest a drink.

Lyra My father is a respected husband and father, a model citizen, a role model to the youth, and a revered elder of our pack. Yet from the first day I was born, he wanted me dead. I thought getting married to Alpha Damian was going to protect me from him, but his long hands of hatred still reached me there. And now, because of him, my husband wants me dead. My name is Elyra Forte and I am on the run. My breath came in ragged gasps, each step sending sharp jolts of pain through my body. The weight of my pregnancy slowed me down, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t risk being caught—not now, not ever.

But then Emilia descended the stairs, and the spotlight shifted, leaving Amelia in the shadows. Amelia's eyes narrowed, her thoughts racing with resentment. Who was this girl, really? The same one they'd found unconscious on the road? She looked...transformed. The peach gown hugged her curves, and the Tear of a fairy necklace sparkled like diamonds against her skin. She was stunning, a true beauty who could give the current Miss World, Kylie Paterson, a run for her money.

Aliya growls. My angel's entire body is glowing along with her beautiful eyes. I look past Morrison to see her gaze fixed on a who I am guessing is Harlow and a guy. I am guessing that the guy is Liam but I am not sure. I hear more howling and I know that means that King Luthar and his guys are close. I watch as she levitates herself off the ground. You can her immense power floating in the air. I see Tallyn and Lailani come running out the front door but just as they go to step down they disappear. Just as I thought she sent them to Alpha Riccardo. I get a link from Luke letting me know that his uncles have surrounded the area with their guys so no one can escape. Something tells me