Books Like Layla Novels & Stories

The world stopped spinning, and I slowly moved to get myself back on my feet. I looked to both men and still could not see their faces. I was getting frustrated and screamed in my mind for Sunny to come forward and help me. I was met with the familiar silence since I had been taken by my mate. Mate. What a word that is. Mates did not protect you. I think my mother and aunt had simply gotten lucky with their mates. For all that I have experienced, they are nothing to write home about. “I am Layla Montgomery. I am the daughter of Prince Eric Montgomery, and I demand a phone so I can contact him immediately,” I demanded.

she said, lunging forward to snatch the book from Layla’s hands. "Hey!" Layla protested, holding the book out of reach with a laugh. "Nope!" I said firmly, joining Zara in her attempt to confiscate it. "That’s definitely outside your scope, young lady." Layla giggled, finally letting the book go but not before delivering her final, shocking blow. She sat back against her pillows, crossing her arms with a smug look. "No!" she folded her arms, her voice filled with childlike confidence, "I’m old enough to know a lot of things. Like the fact that the baby’s father is Ryan."

When Damian poured her a glass of champagne and began to feed her with the chocolate, she naturally began to feed him too, while they chatted like friends. “ Tell me about school”. Damian asked her, he was not expecting her to tell him but she did and her response got him upset. “I don't like school. I just like my books and my lecturers. Everything else is absurd.” “Don't you engage in extra-curricular activities?” Damian asked, perceiving that her lack of enjoyment of her time in school was attributed to the fact that all she did was work and no play. “ Why?” “ Because they will laugh at me, Papi,” Layla said with a saddened expression. “ I'm not good at anything else except numbers. I don

#hey, are you stuck in bed fucking some handsome guys all day # I nearly choke on nothing after reading the message. I cannot believe a nerd and quiet girl like Layla can say out such things. Anyway they always say never judge a book by it's cover. That is a clear definition of a girl Like Layla.. #i had no idea you are this crazy ?x I write back with a smile. We talk for some time telling me about how she spent the day. And the good thing being the fact that her roommate was not there and this gave her the whole place to herself.

She already had to catch the bus and the wait was already going to be eating away at the minutes. Layla carefully shuffled her way into a pair of denim jeans and white cotton socks as she grabbed a black t-shirt from her drawer and pulled it over her head tossing her long brown locks into a slick ponytail and turned her attention toward her pair of gray sneakers and the black book bag that carried all of her much needed school stuff as well as the her journal, where she composed all of her short stories and little poems that caught her attention when reading in the library, she wasn't much of a poet, but she liked them just the same.

Kane asked, his tone casual, “what else do you like to do? Any hobbies or interests?” Layla paused, glancing at him with a mixture of surprise and shyness. “I used to enjoy reading, though I haven’t had much time for it lately. And, well, I’ve always loved the forest… it’s peaceful there.” Kane nodded, looking pleased. “We have an extensive library here, perhaps you’ll find some titles you’d enjoy. And as for the forest, I could show you some trails that lead to beautiful spots. Maybe later this week?”

Freya did not wait for Ethan to say anything in return for her playful antics and ended the call. That day, Lexy had lunch alone. She went to the library after her meal, which was done in just a matter of a good fifteen minutes. Because she was alone, she just ate and did not talk with anyone at all. She was a bit bothered by something else. She saw Ethan’s message, and she just chuckled and replied with a simple, “It’s okay. See you later.”

I was treated worse than an omega and lived like a slave. I am no daughter of Alpha Cedric and Luna Mariam. I am no heir. To them, I am nothing but a monster who ate their heir before he could take his first breath. I am Lyra, the Heir-Eater, And this is my story.

Honestly, I needed to accept that we wouldn't cross paths again, and if I wanted to stick to that, I couldn't even continue my revenge, which was a pity because he was definitely one of the best fucks I ever had, and I did find myself almost slipping and creeping into his dreams many times. To keep myself occupied, I caught up on some of my favorite online stories like Her Forbidden Alpha and Her Cold-Hearted Alpha by Moonlight Muse, but even those couldn't keep me occupied for long, and they left me horny as hell, which led me back to wanting to stalk Aera in his dreams. In the end, I had to use my hand many times before deciding that maybe I should put the books aside until I found someone

At that moment, Layla came running out of my bedroom carrying an old leather-bound album. "Mommy, look at this man! He’s so handsome! I want him to be my new Alpha!" I looked at the album in her tiny hands and my heart stopped. I slammed the knife down. "Layla! I told you to stay out of my private archives!" I snatched the album away, snapping it shut. The pages were filled with photos of Eric Whitaker. I’d been his fan long before I was his doctor. "Mommy, if it was a secret, you should have put a lock on it!" Layla pouted, her eyes welling up. "Why can't I see him? I like him too!"