Gideon And Layla Novels & Stories

Gideon said and we did as he said. We walked along, it happened so fast that I couldn’t see it!, all I knew was we got into the aeroplane and now we are in New York. We settled in a hotel. “So what’s our next move?!.” I asked Gideon. “Well, Alora and her fiancé Zemia are having a meeting at this hotel!.” Gideon told me. He typed a few words on his computer and then looked up at me. “We need to set her up with a man, take pictures and post it all over social media!.” Gideon explained.

, I was interrupted by Layla grabbing the gun, trying to yank it from me. "What the fuck Layla?", I asked her as we struggled for the gun. "What are you doing?" "I can't let you do this", she pulled the gun again, and I pulled back. "Let the gun go", I yelled at her. "No" Damon's POV Layla and Daniel were fighting over the gun and Angelo and the other guy seemed distracted by what was happening and ended up focusing on Layla and Daniel

"S..she was my mate." I stopped walking and stared deep into her eyes. "What? How come I never heard any of this? I mean I know my mom's mate is my dad and not another man. How could you even say that?" "I'm not lying, Rachel is my mate, and you, Layla, are my daughter." I finally delivered the words that I've been holding on to for ages now. "No! no! you're a liar. That cannot be!" Layla screamed and immediately ran away from my presence.

I lift myself and smile, thrusting my hair backwards while waiting for his approach. But no. He heads straight for Aiden, stretching his hand forward with a smile of his own. I stand there in shock since I'm certain he saw me first while walking in. Gender neutrality? Aiden takes his hand, muttering a greeting in return. I wait on my feet and watch both men return to their seats. Damon Winter behaved like I wasn't in the room. "This is Layla Dean. We are working on this together." I force a smile, standing as both of them are seated. I can introduce myself, thank you, and I didn't think I'd need to.

His dark eyes refused to meet mine, his jaw locked tight. He said nothing. “Matthew,” I whispered, my voice barely holding together. “Please tell me this isn’t true.” He stiffened under my gaze. Leah, never one for patience, let out a dramatic sigh. “Oh, for God’s sake, Layla. He’s already told you. I’m pregnant. And guess what? He’s the father.” I shook my head in disbelief. “No… No, he wouldn’t…” “Say it, Matthew,” Leah taunted. “Tell her the truth.”

Jayden was there—alone—standing in front of a half-finished canvas, fingers streaked with crimson and cobalt, his usual sketchpad resting closed on the table beside him. He didn’t look up when she stepped in. Didn’t need to. “I miss us,” Layla said, voice quiet but clear. His brush paused mid-stroke. Still, he didn’t turn. “We were never anything,” he said flatly. Her breath caught. “That’s not true.” He finally turned to face her, arms crossed, eyes guarded. “You were the new girl. I was the quiet guy who didn’t talk to anyone. We got thrown together, and it... worked. Until it didn’t.”

If there is one thing I am sure of is my stunning appearance and graceful figure. I walked towards him and we chose a place to sit. You know what they say, revenge is a dish best served cold. “Listen, Layla, there is something I need to tell you,” he said in a remorseful tone. The drama has just begun. “What is it?” I said, clearly impatient, while sipping on my coffee. “I want to break up with you,” he declared, his voice louder than usual. I knew what he was up to. “Layla Ross, are you listening?” he asked, clearly alarmed by my calmness.

Gabriel said. “And I am going to make her life extremely difficult.” Gabriel sighed — the long, resigned sigh of someone who had been my best friend for twenty years and had learned exactly where certain conversations ended up. “Ian—” “She thinks she has the upper hand,” I said. “She thinks she walked out of that restaurant having won something. She thinks she established terms and I’m going to sit with them.” I looked at the course ahead of us. “She doesn’t know me.” Gabriel was quiet for a moment. Then, with the casual delivery of someone dropping something significant into the conversation without announcement: “Oh — I almost forgot. Layla Thompson is on the verge of closing a deal with M

‘I'm fine, Dad,’ Layla said, picking up a piece of toast. ‘I'm so glad you're back home. I was so worried about you,’ he said, holding her hand. Layla forced another smile. ‘Thanks, Dad. I'm glad to be back too.’ Her stepmother suddenly spoke up. ‘So, Layla, I heard you're engaged to that basketball player, Jack.’ Layla nodded. ‘Yes, that's right.’ Her stepmother smirked. ‘Well, I hope you know what you're getting yourself into. He's not exactly known for his fidelity.’

As we walked, I could not help but think back to how proud Nate had been when he told me that Layla had shifted. I could remember when he first told me about her, he hadn't been head over heels from the start like mates should be, but it got even worse the moment things changed and Hannah became a thing of the past, then we found her, and she got pregnant. There had been no going back for Nate since then. I saw the men that were injured and began to help them. While some of them were unconscious, some were semi-conscious, and it was a little easier to get them to the healers.