Halle Lynn Bailey Novels & Stories

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.

Sunny had been sound asleep in her bed that morning when the phone started to ring. Sunny woke up and took the call. It was her best friend, Layla Bailey. Layla and Sunny have been friends for a long time. They attended Raven High and were pretty much inseparable. They had been through so much together, from the rough patches of their teenage years to the highs and lows of adulthood. Layla was a tomboy with chin-length brunette hair and hazel eyes. A lot of people believed that she was gay, but it was never really confirmed, and sometimes Sunny got a stigma hanging around her.

Lyla came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe and a towel on her head to dry her hair. Her phone rang and she dropped the towel at the back of the study chair and searched her bag for her phone as her hair flowed down her shoulder partly dried. She checked the screen, and it was Derry calling. She stared at his name flashing on her phone screen and she sat on her bed in frustration. She rubbed her temple and covered half of her face with her palm. The call dropped but before she could toss the phone away it started ringing again. It was Derry. She rolled her eyes and decided to answer the call.

"Lainee is back at the pack. I needed her there to watch over them all." "Blaine wanted to come but she has to fill in for me," Allen added. Disappointment washed over me and I instantly felt stupid for thinking they would've came. Lainee's the Luna so she has to stay behind and Blaine is the Beta sister. I should've known.

“For a woman named Avery Hart.” The page trembled in her hand. “And Nora,” Bailey whispered, “she’s a veterinarian.”

"By the way, another way to take down Bailey is to target her competitors." Bailey had made enemies in the industry by being too high-profile. Many artists disliked her, like Ariana and Lydia, both of whom had bad relationships with Bailey. Their status was similar to hers, making them perfect allies to turn against her. Especially Ariana, who was currently the spokesperson for Hazel’s clothing brand. Getting her to help wouldn't be difficult. As for Lydia, she was outspoken and quick to fight against injustice. Hazel knew that if she threw out an olive branch, Lydia would be eager to take down Bailey.

The first image was simple—yet deeply telling. Hailey Davidson. She stood under the bright sun, her long brown hair falling over her shoulders in gentle waves. Dressed in casual college attire, a sling bag on her shoulder, her face lit up with a radiant, unbothered smile. Innocent. Unaware. A painful contrast to the world that now chased her. “She’s Hailey Davidson,” Liam began, “Aiken Lynn’s illegitimate daughter. Her birth record traces back to eighteen years ago. Her mother’s name is listed as Lysa Davidson, but… beyond that, there’s no accessible record. She’s lived quietly, under the radar.”

She would have seriously hated having to replace her brand new brown chiffon knee length halter dress and four-inch heel lace-up sandals. When the transformation was complete, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was so freeing to release her dragon, especially after such a stressful day. Launching herself into the air, Leah reveled in the luxuriating feel of the wind whipping past her scales as she flew towards her destination. While she could have walked to where she was going, it would have taken her more than an hour to get there, whereas flying got her there in no more than twenty minutes. Hazel Drift was pretty large. So, when the war broke out, it was divided into two. Her clan owned thi

And his smile was delectable! More importantly, his voice sounded amazing. It was so easy on the ears and charismatic enough to suck anyone in. Bailey snapped out of it and smiled broadly as she introduced herself. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Layton. My name's Bailey Moore, and I'm Lucy's one and only best friend. I hope we'll get along well in the future." Spencer looked at her politely. "It's nice to meet you, Ms. Moore." "Yes, it's very nice. Everything's fine and dandy. And they'll continue to be fine and dandy as long as you and Lucy stay together forever." Bailey was starting to spout nonsense.

At the Bailey International Conglomerates Now, the Secretary, Mrs. Felix, served Mr. Williams Bailey. She was in her late fifties and very conversant with the Bailey family. She was a few months old in the organization when Mr. Williams Bailey married Nichole and later, Arthur married Rosy. That day, she was glad to witness another marriage in the Bailey family, and she was glad. Meanwhile, Lorene had arrived at the gate. She honked and waited for the security guards to open the gate. They observed her and the car and discovered that she was not a regular client.