Clint And Layla Novels & Stories

My throat got tighter, my hands became moist, and I couldn't eat properly although the food was really nice. "Layla McDermott, I want us to be more than friends, partner, whatever we are now, I just want us to be more, I can't stop myself from thinking about you,I know my father did some bad things to your family but I'm not my father, I can never hurt you, I am in love with you" He's says. I was dumb founded I didn't know know what to say, my silence kills him but still a lot was going through my mind.

“Mother is... She will come around.” “Hmm, hope so. But I see... you look madly in love.” Berilla teased, looking at her distracted expression. "It must hurt your pride to love him more than he loves you." “What? No!” Laylin rolled her eyes, her smile still playing on her lips. “He’s the one who is chasing me. I just set my grace on my eager lover.“ She was flexing when both of them knew, Laylin was crazy enough in love to dive head-first in a war zone or in front of a raging monster.

He retorts. Cali turns to me. “You went out with Clint?” She looks offended. I hadn’t had a chance to tell her yet. “We had breakfast this morning. I haven’t had a chance to talk to you about it yet.” I give her a meaningful look. “I had a great time. I hope you did too, Lily bud.” Clint says. I turn to look at Clint. “Lily bud?” Cali asks. He smiles, but his eyes never leave mine. “It’s my name for Lily. She’s my Lily bud.”

“I slept…slept with someone. I woke up… I woke up next to a stranger. I was… I was naked.” Cami, who had been listening with a furrowed brow, suddenly burst out laughing. It wasn’t a malicious laugh, but a light, teasing sound that grated on Layla’s raw nerves. “Whoa, whoa, slow down, L,” Cami managed between giggles. She clapped Layla on the shoulder, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Hold up. You mean to tell me…you finally lost your v-card? And to some random hot guy from a club? Layla, that’s amazing! Probably way better than that pathetic excuse for a boyfriend, Mark, anyway. Good for you, girl!”

At the way he’d drawn himself—tilted toward her, reaching without rushing. “You really see me,” she said. Jayden touched her hand lightly. “You let me.” They sat like that for a while. No rush. No next move. Just two people who were done hiding from how much they cared. Layla glanced out the frosted window, then back at him. “What if this doesn’t last?” Jayden shrugged. “Then it doesn’t. But at least we didn’t miss it.” She nodded slowly, leaning her head against his shoulder.

He said with a calm tone to me. "I'm new here" I answered. I struggled with fighting back the tears that tried to roll down my eyes, maintaining my charisma before him. But I felt his fingers on my chin, lifting my face up and causing me to peer into his eyes before he asked me again, "What is your name?" "Layla" I responded with a shaky tone, trying to redirect my eyes to something else. "Layla Caldwell" I said with a low tone. He smiled at me, and he released my hand from his hand, turned to his men and signalled them with the move of his eyebrows to follow after him. He wore a wide smile on his face as he patted me on the shoulders as he walked away, speaking to his men.

Wolves fell like dominoes, unable to match their sheer might. In the midst of the carnage, one of Ethan’s Warriors approached him with urgent news: Christopher Gale had been spotted fleeing east into the forest with Claire in tow. Ethan’s blood boiled as he abandoned the battlefield, driven by one singular purpose—reclaiming his Luna. Without hesitation, Ethan sprinted toward the trail. He wouldn’t stop. Not until Claire was safe in his arms again. Tonight wasn’t just about war. Tonight marked the beginning of something much bigger.

Max is someone who knows about our business rivalry, but he doesn't know about Layla being my ex-wife. I look over at Miranda and she crosses her arms with a sneer, glaring at Layla from head to toe. With their heads high, they both come over, firmly holding hands. Layla doesn't even look at me though I'm right here. "You know, I really wanted to see your girlfriend up close," Max says to Louis, his eyes on Layla. "She definitely stole the show tonight. What a gorgeous dress." "Thank you," Layla says to Max, her voice gentle

"What is your name? Mine is Layla." "Walter." He whispered his name and I nodded as he unhooked my bra while I trailed my hands all over his muscular build. "You have a beautiful name." I complimented and he hid a grin. A heavy breeze, blowing from the opened window, hit my boobs, causing my tits to harden. I almost let out a scream when he took one of them into his mouth while rubbing the other. Pleasure ripped through me and I found myself grinding against him. His hand tore at my panties, dragging them down, exposing my pussy to the bare air. He got on his knees, and I raised my eyebrows at him as he wrapped my legs around his head, his mouth close to my pussy which was already soaking we

Chapter 42 She Is Mine. Sage Dominic. I looked between Lyla and Elijah's girlfriend, and I could tell they were trying hard to keep something from me, but I wasn't interested in whatever they were hiding. I was here for Lyla. And although I was worried for her, I knew that the principal was soon going to put her daughter in line. When the door closed behind us, leaving Lyla and me in the office, her gaze turned cold. “What can I do for you, Mr. Dominic.” Her voice was as icy as her demeanor. She straightened her clothes and went behind her desk to sit.