Clint And Layla Novels & Stories

she said, tired of my pep talk already. Larry was already waiting downstairs, also wearing a black leather jacket. I chuckled. The three of us are looking like FBI agents who are going to save the world! “Shouldn't you be playing the female lead in a movie right now?” Larry mocked Layla. She rolled her eyes at him. “I dropped the role. I have my husband to protect.” She hit Larry playfully on the shoulders. “Ouch! You've gotten strong.” Larry complained, laughing hard “When did you guys grow close?” I asked, my voice laced with jealousy as I pulled Layla away from Larry's side.

"Now, this one here is definitely handsome," Layla, in full competitive mode, grabbed my and Gayle’s magazine and made a beeline for Clifford, spreading out the pages of our magazines. Gayle and I exchanged amused glances, waiting to see what she would do. Layla pushed the magazine in front of Clifford. “Who is the handsomest among them?” We struggled to stifle our giggles as Clifford, looking completely bewildered, gave Layla a "you've lost it" kind of look. “C’mon Clifford, that was an easy question”

she said to her. “End what exactly? Me? Oh, my. I would love to see you try” Claire said to her. Layla threw the knife at her and it cut her across the cheek. That was one move that she wasn’t expecting. Layla was human. There was no way she could have the confidence to throw a knife at her. Claire touched her cheek and she looked at her hand. She scoffed and she looked at her. “Oh, I hope you had fun doing that because now, it is mu turn” Claire said to her.

I see her and Theo give each other a nervous look. Hmm. Suspicious. The entire pack believed they were mates once upon a time. Then reality happened. Theo met Clara. Layla met someone else. And now, here we are. — I don’t know what happened with them but based on how Layla is just stabbing the shit out of her steak like it had a personal vendetta against her, I’d say it was ugly. Secrets and Schemes Layla takes me upstairs to my room after lunch. I have little more than crossed the threshold when she — flops onto my bed as if she pays rent here.

He pulled both of us into a tight hug, his weathered old arms providing more strength than I ever thought possible. “Clint,” I breathed, wrapping my arms around him in return. Layla joined in on the hug, tears in her eyes. “I’m so glad you’re both safe. We were worried sick.” Nathan and I exchanged a glance. I knew I would have a lot to explain as to what Layla was doing here, but it didn’t matter right now. “Can we see the twins?” I asked, desperate to just see my babies, alive and well, in the flesh.

They treated Wade with utmost dedication and kindness. Layla felt heartbroken as she observed their behaviors. She couldn't shake the thought that if it were Rachel, she would never compromise herself for money. "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and serve tea to Mr. Lincoln!" Abigail urged Layla. Layla snapped out of her daze and quickly pushed aside the strange thoughts in her mind. Nevertheless, she couldn't stop contemplating that Rachel would never submit to such compromises. … Larissa and Rachel were unaware that the Tuffin family had revived. They were engaged in a snowball fight, thoroughly enjoying themselves.

Leah stepped into the house and let out a deep sigh as she headed to her father’s office. Now that she and Ray were officially mated, she needed to talk to her father. She knew he wasn’t going to be happy, but what choice did she have. She was madly in love with Ray, and she knew she would not have been happy with anyone else. Now that she and Ray were officially mated, her father would have no choice but to agree to an alternative way of solving their problem with Queen Dominique’s clan.

After a while, he finished talking, looked at me again, and frowned. "Why are you standing there? Come here," he commanded. I sighed. I smiled and walked towards him, swaying my hips. "I'm home, honey! I'm sorry, I thought you were busy, so I waited for you to finish talking on the phone," I said to him. I sat on his lap and touched his cheek. Claire told me that she's a sweet woman to her husband, even though he doesn't show any affection for her. My heart almost stopped beating when Liam looked at me with his sharp eyes. He didn't even touch my waist while I was sitting on his lap. He just stared at me as if he were disgusted.

"But I've spent twelve years building a career on rational decisions, Layla, and very few of them have taught me anything about the kind of partner I actually need in my life. I watched you kneel on a filthy sidewalk for a stranger without a moment's hesitation, and something about that has stayed with me since. I can't fully explain it. I only know I haven't been able to stop thinking about it, or about you, since it happened." Layla's cheeks colored slightly, though her expression remained guarded, careful. "There's something you should know," she said. "My family is in serious financial trouble. My father left behind an enormous debt, and we're facing foreclosure on our home in a little o

Clayton didn't budge, silently standing his ground. "Layla, who's that?" asked Salem. "That's Clayton, my new beastkin." "What?" Salem looked at me in disbelief. "You've taken in a new beastkin? What about me?" "Wow!" Lisa exclaimed loudly. "Mom and Dad, come quick! Layla's got a new beastkin!" Hearing the commotion, Mom and Dad came out to look at Clayton. I took Clayton's hand and introduced him. "Mom and Dad, this is our newest family member. His name is Clayton Yarrow."