Clint And Layla Novels & Stories

“Hey!” Layla ignored him, and he got no option but to walk hurriedly up to her. Layla arrived at the chairman’s room entrance five seconds ahead of him. He arrived beside her and breathed tiredly. He gave her a deadly look, but she took her eyes away from him and acted like she didn’t see it. “Are you ready?” Layla inquired. Without giving a response, Asher laid his hand on the door to open it with anger, but Layla hit his hand and held him back.

And once Bridget changes his mind, he could kill her at any time. Fortunately, he had no intention of killing her. Exhausted, Layla collapsed onto the table, her body having strained to defend itself; now she had no strength left. The sound of footsteps approaching once more tensed her body, and her wolf eyes struggled to open to see who was coming. It turned out to be Clara, responsible for her treatment, approaching. Her sharp face was filled with a cold demeanor, Layla had always grown up under the scrutinizing eyes of others. Except for deeply concealed individuals like Phelan and Leon, she saw through most of the expressions on the faces around her.

Afterwards, the door was unlocked and opened. Layla walked in, wearing a gloomy expression as she approached us. She got to both of us then scanned the living room. "It was Traven." I clarified and she nodded. "Did he actually act anyhow convincing for you when you said you liked him?" Layla's eyes grew wide at Adalyn's voice. "How can Kaiden be getting married next week?" "Kaiden's getting married next week? Wow, someone's marrying that asshole?" She shook her head then froze as her head rotated to me, probably just heard Adalyn well enough. "You told Kaiden you liked him?!" She screamed. Her loud voice frightened me.

“Goo- good morning sir.” Clayton glares at the man who just walked into his office, disturbing his morning training. “You know the rules Fred, mornings are for my workout,” Clayton says coldly, dropping from the pull up bar and catching his breath. “But it's the Luna, she insists on seeing you, NOW.” Clayton eyes fly wide open, his already racing heart beating even faster. What could Leila want? Did the Alpha confront her with the divorce papers?

- Sam - Layla, are you okay? - just till me, have you seen max? - no, unfortunately, I saw him yesterday with may but I don't know where they are now - I need to find him - he's fine, he's a man and he can protect himself, you need to be safe - I can't, I'm nothing without him - you can, you need to forget him, you must do it - sorry I can't

The anger that courses through me is so sudden and prominent that I stare right back at him and reply in a low shaky voice, “I hope you rot in hell, and I hope your daughter one day knows what you allow to go on because of a rich man’s money..” Tears break out of my eyes as I walk away and right outside, waiting for me with his eyes set on his watch and his stance impatient, is my husband, Mr. Clifford Earl, and I am Layla, his eighteen-year-old wife.

As usual, the magazines are years old and everything in them is so old that Brad Pitt was still with Angelina Jolie kind of old. “Such a big clinic and still with old magazines,” Layla complains, and I nod. I can’t even focus on what I have in front of me, my hands are shaking and my heart is beating fast. “Maybe we should go home, I don’t think this is for me,” I say and Layla frowns, looking at me as I stand up ready to leave. Layla stays where she is and as I look at her I hear my name being called behind me.

Since she didn't use a cell phone, she couldn't contact Alpha Daniel by phone and was forced to take the initiative to go to him. A thick fog covered the road to Seer Layla's residence that night. The tiny house in the middle of the forest looked even gloomier than usual. "Layla," Daniel greeted in a severe tone. "You said it was about Clara and the baby. What's wrong?" Layla pointed at the chair in front of her. "Sit down. I don't have much time and neither do you." Daniel, George and Sierra sat down. Layla placed a small red stone from her robe pocket in the middle of the table.

Fiona asked with wide eyes which caused Layla to remain completely speechless. "What kind of novels have you been reading?" Layla asked with amused eyes. She was aware that Fiona was a novel fanatic. "Then," Fiona asked as they went on their journey again. "I'm aware of his identity, and I'm going to tell you, but please, this stays between us," Layla said and Fiona nodded frantically. She actually wanted to know who took her virginity. "It's Miles Brooks and we would be getting married soon," Layla finally said and Fiona suddenly lost control of the car.

Tabitha tried to be supportive. "No, I think he is." Layla pulled on the bottom of her tunic. "Oh! That's harsh for a mate." Tabitha laughed. "Tab, he is not my mate." Layla said solemnly. Tabitha's jaw dropped. "What do you mean? How do you know?" Layla scanned the area for any eavesdroppers and pulled Tabitha close to her. "I already have a mate," she whispered. Tabitha scoffed, "yeah, Alistar."