Angel Layla Novels & Stories

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

Layla pushes him off and turns to him with anger in her eye's as she stands from the bench. Suddenly everything and everyone around me begins moving in slow motion and I look to Layla again to see her eyes have gone silver and a blue fire like energy lingers around her. I am momentarily shocked at the sight before me. My Layla, the Layla from the past was nothing more than a low level witch who could never possess powers such as these. The air gets chiller and I begin to sense danger. I look around and see that Lorie like the others is also moving in slow motion.

Cody nonchalantly cast a glance over his shoulder. “I gotta agree with Bennett on this, Murph. The woman is out of her element, and I’ll eat my f**king keg tap if she’s got any real experience as a Domme.” “Better give us the basics on her,” Sully added. The big man stroked his fingers through his long black beard and looked at each one of them in turn, but spoke to Ben. “I told you. Angel is a friend of Layla’s. She’s here to see if this type of club would be a good fit for her.”

And then Xavier stepped forward and said, "All hail to the chain breaker, the Wulfblood bride, Luna Nadia of the Wulfblood clan!" "Hear! Hear!" all the other alphas cheered. The rest of the Weres howled, then lowered to their knees in a bow. Nadia's eyes blurred with tears. When she raised her eyes to meet Angel's, he was smiling down at her. "Well, you did say you wanted me, right?" he muttered sheepishly. Nadia giggled despite her mood. Angel threw his head back, pushing his chest out, and howled. The alphas joined in.

Her skin is fucking glowing, her eyes have found a new shine, the color is still black pitch, but with a sparkling of crystals, her body is gently lifting in the air. What the fuck is happening to her? “Allaya!” I utter while trying to reach out to her. “I am not Allaya Edwards, I am Allaya Morgan, daughter of Justin Morgan and Aria Belmont. I did not die, I didn’t! I am very much alive.” She spokes, her voice sounding like music, but with a tint of animosity. Allaya Morgan? The daughter of my uncle and the vampire female? Landon’s sister? My eyes widened even more at the glorious scene progressing before our eyes. If I would have ever tried to imagine how a goddess looked like, it would hav

she said. “That’s what I like to hear, angel. Now let’s turn you around again,” he told her as he helped her turn back on her back again. This time, he was gentle and guided her around. “Spread your legs wider, angel. Just like that. That’s my perfect angel,” he purred as he tightened the restraints back and Ava once again found herself tied down on her back with her limbs stretched out. She had never been so turned on in her life. “Pain level?” Zane asked.

My life is as boring as boring gets. She stepped back. ‘’I’ll get some ointments for her injury. You can’t wear your band over your scraped fingers.’’ I tightened my jaw as I watched her walk out. Everyday I was losing more and more restraints. I may be running out of my mind, but I had to figure this out for the sake of my sanity. Layla was the goddess’ priest. I had connived with Isabella and set her up, leading to her demise. What if she was reincarnated by the goddess to make me pay for stealing the Alkali drum and killing her priestess?

From the lady's look, I suspected that she was the mistress in charge, and so I followed behind Christine until I stood before the mistress. "And who might you be?" The mistress asked me as she tried to distance herself away from me. "I'm Layla..." I said with an excitement in my tone, smiling so broadly one would ask what was the cause of the ecstasy within me. "I want to serve here" I said to her I watched as the mistress looked at me, and then turned her gaze towards Christine who stood by her side, both of them looking so startled at the way I hit the nail on the head. "Is that so?" She asked me, looking at me from my head to my toe and also stretching her neck to see if she could have a

was all I could respond to, as I picked at the green vegetables in my bowl and took a bite. "I heard the Alpha went to that auction held in Barbara's club once, but he never picked anyone there," Layla continued. "Why?" Layla shrugged. "Maybe when he went there, no one piqued his interest. So basically, you're the first one from that club." "How do you know all of this?" I couldn't help but ask after noticing that Layla has a stronger aura than Gayle. Layla chuckled. "I'm his niece, and I handle everything related to his mistresses—dresses, makeup, making sure they know the rules, what to do and what not to do, and what to expect while living here."