Angel Layla Novels & Stories

"Baby, I know you're not feeling right, but I need you to please do what I tell you to. Alley is missing and we need to get the kids out of here. One hour is all we have. Can you shower and pack some clothes for yourself?" Her eyes widened then teared. "Did Ace take her?" She asked through gritted teeth. I really needed her not to explode right now. "No, we think Angelo." The second those words left my lips her hand smacked across my face. Fuck Layla. "Baby, I begging you to please shower and pack some clothes."

"All the answers in defeating her are right in there, but only the descendant of the Moon Goddesses can read it." "And Angel." Zalakai threw out there. "Angel?" Lily asked incredulously. "There're Angels to?" She looked up at Jayce, who even looked as shocked as she felt. "Back to the point." Rayleigh interrupted. "To put it bluntly, you carry the blood of Ariel, an Angel..." Rayleigh held up a finger. "A Wolf Spirit." She put up a second finger. "And even the Moon Goddesses favor you." A third finger went up.

she pleaded for the eleventh time. “Baby, we're going to get lost. Plus you're wearing 6-inch heels. No way I'm letting you walk a long distance in those.” I denounced strongly, looking away. While looking away, I spotted a plane that had just taken off disappear into the clouds. I grinned knowing exactly who was inside it. Then I looked back at Angel, and she had no reaction whatsoever, on her face. Instead, she held onto my arm and muttered, “Then let's walk barefoot, and get ice cream, then sit somewhere and watch the splendour of the mighty Eiffel Tower at night.”

It was an effort to get her to eat or even go outside, but I wouldn’t give up on her; both she and Max deserved better than that, and even if I wanted to, my own guilt wouldn’t let it happen. Aylin and Azrael had returned to the underworld. Azrael visited almost every day; Aylin every other day, or I went to see her. She stayed over twice, with Damon in the underworld to oversee the overflow vampires staying there; I think she just needed to get away. She refused to talk about him other than saying he was a nuisance and hadn’t opened up to any of us about what she was going through. I refused to stop reaching out, though; she needed to know she didn’t have to suffer alone.

The plum curtain was still half drawn like last night. ‘No chance of sniper.’ But he didn’t stop analyzing everything. The woman’s smile only got wider at his answer, aware of what Tony was thinking. She loved prey that used half of their brain. She was theatrically like her father—both loved seeing people squirm. Then Tony murmured her name like a curse. “Beth.” She was about to reply when suddenly— The suite door clicked open quietly. Scent of coffee filled the air. Angel strolled in wearing Tony’s big black shirt over his own faded blue jeans and white rubber shoes.

Her mouth was still taped. I stared at her for a moment. Her long lashes. Her hair now messy from the scuffle. Her face... was now calm and peaceful. But behind that beauty was a killer. A loyal lapdog to an empire that ruined and killed human lives. Who knows how many men fell for her beauty and died. “Wake her up.” I said. Layla pressed a cold scent soaked cloth against Ayla’s face. Her eyelids came open immediately. Then she blinked a few times, trying to process.

“For all that you are. All you’ve ever been. And all you ever will be. I’m sorry I ever tried to leave you. To take your choice away.” For I could see now that Layla was not someone anyone could control. She was a force of nature, a tidal wave, a spinning planet that commanded her own gravity—and we were but her lowly moons. “I love you, Aldo Marcello,” she whispered back. “But I’m going to tell you that on an altar. In a white dress. After we win this war.” Her mouth curved into a small smile. “And this time, you will not deny me.” “I wouldn’t dream of it,” I replied. “I won’t leave you ever again, and that’s a promise.”

Feeling the pain flow through me, my eyes opened wide and I heard a shriek. "ANGELA!" ***** Well, well, well, what was it? Will she die? Or will someone save her? Bloom M.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

Leyanne and Lyra Helene went to their mother, and Selene chose to be with me. She wrapped her arms around my neck. “I love you, Daddy.” Her lips puckered, and she planted a kiss on my cheek, then she went to her mother, while Leyanne and Lyra Helene hugged and kissed me before walking on the bed toward their usual places when they sleep. “Okay, girls, prayer time,” Angela reminded them. Our three angels nodded and started their long prayers, thanking the day that I didn’t need to ask Angela what happened between Lalaine and her because of what I heard from the girls. They also included their wishes but what made me raise my eyebrows was about having another puppy and their last petition.