Clint And Layla Novels & Stories

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."

Greg grumbled again as he dropped the empty glass cup on the table. "Doesn't change the fact that she's my mate and this would work out," I quickly countered. "If you say so," Greg said, getting to his feet. "I need to get back to the hospital," he added, finally turning his head to face me. I nodded in response and he left the house. The moment he left, I rushed into the room where I had left Layla, and I was a bit surprised to see her on her feet, standing close to the window, with her back turned to me, while her eyes were probably fixated on the trees outside.

he said. Layla glanced at him briefly. “Okay.” Almost at the same time, Naomi spoke. “I need to make a quick call,” she said. Layla nodded. Neither of them thought much of it. Elena pulled Layla back into conversation almost immediately. “So,” Elena said, sitting back down. “What happened to all of them?” Layla exhaled slowly. “It’s over,” she said. “For real this time.” Elena leaned forward slightly. “Okay..?”

My name is Layla Martins. And this is the story of how I ended up marrying him— A mysterious man I didn’t understand.

"The Beths. They've declared bankruptcy. Every company pulled out after the scandal. They're finished. Destroyed. And… Layla. She's missing. We can't find her anywhere." The words hit me like physical blows. My legs almost gave out. 'Missing. Gone. Lost.' Before the dread in my chest could settle, before I could process the magnitude of this disaster, my phone rang. A landline number I didn't recognize. I answered, my voice hoarse with desperation. "What?" "Xa—vier?" Her voice. Broken. Fragile. Terrified. My blood iced, then caught fire. 'Layla.' "Layla?" I shot up, the chair flying backward. "Where are you? Are you hurt? Tell me where you are!"

It seemed he wasn’t loved and was cut off by his father. He suddenly became a popular businessman within a short period of time. There was obviously a loophole. How can someone like Malik Blane become so popular? He didn’t have the necessary connections, and he wasn’t loved. “What was his connection with Raina Ross?” I was eager to know what it was. “They don’t haven’t had any meeting or instances to have bumped into each other.” His explanation made sense. Raina Ross would never associate with an illegitimate child. Layla‘s POV

“Shut up! What do you know about anything?” “Everything! When will you stop playing with both sides?” Leon raised an arrow behind her, and my eyes flared in fear. “Don't do it!” “Don't worry, I only meant to shoot one person and that is you. I am, if I lose, you can have Stephen and I will have my woman since she has placed herself where I want her to be.” “And then what?” Layla turned to him. “Shut up! I never asked you to talk. Just because I still want you does not mean that you get to do what you want. The adults are talking here so shut up!”

Ian’s POV Two months later Layla Thompson — now Layla Lawson on paper — was one of the most completely unhinged women I had ever encountered in my life. I meant that as close to a compliment as I was currently capable of giving her. Two months. Two months of sharing a house, a bed separated by a pillow barricade, a kitchen, a dining table, a driveway. Two months of the particular experiment of existing in close proximity to someone you had decided you could not stand and discovering, gradually and against your will, that the situation was more complicated than that initial decision had accounted for.

“House Storm, isn't it?” He raised an eyebrow, “Hm,” Layla smiled “as arrogant as they come,” she said now looking between Layana and Declan curiosity clear in her eyes. “This is Declan, the supreme commander of the army, and my fiancé…” Layana said a blush coating her face as she stepped closer to him and wrapped her hand around his muscular arm. “Congratulations,” Layla said looking between them, they were polar opposites, but she was confident they would remain happy together.