If I Lay Here Novels & Stories

Layla's POV. I slipped out of Liam's shirt, leaving me clad in my underwears and slid into bed, pulling the sheets up to my neck. I decided to stay the night here, Adrian won't be home until tomorrow anyway. Liam shifted closer, close enough that I could feel his breath against my hair. “What if I told you,” he said quietly, “that you're the only thing that makes me happy Layla? And just lying here with you is everything to me?”

Chapter 49 It was Wednesday today, and Alpha Dillion would here in the afternoon. The sun was trying to get in my windows. I was sprawled out across Bobby. He was on his back and my head was on his chest my leg swung over his body. I lay there listening to his breathing. I think he was still asleep. So, I tried to softly move off him to get up and attend to my bathroom needs. I was almost up off his body when grabbed me tightly and brought me back to his chest.

LAYLA INSTEAD OF WAITING for the Alpha to approach me first, I devised another method through which we could speak as I laid on my mattress in the thick darkness. As soon as the first cock crew, I got off my bed, put on my sneakers, tied my hair behind my back, and grabbed some cash I had seen under the bed the first day I found myself in this room. I stopped by Hermes room door indecisively, thinking I should check up on him before going for an early morning run. The thought crumbled at the imagination of ruining my chance to speak with him. I dashed out of the house at a sustainable pace, hoping my plan works.

I don't know what woke me, but I am laying down to go back to sleep. I feel movement on the bed beside me and freeze.

I just lie motionless on the floor of the basement. I close my eyes as I feel like it's time for me to go to sleep. I pray that maybe, just maybe, I will never wake back up. It would make everyone else's life better if I just disappeared. As I lay with my eyes closed, ready to give up. I then smell him, my mate. I try to open my eyes, but there is no use. I have never been so weak that I could not move.

"I never forgot my place. It's always been obvious where that is, and that is beneath your feet so you can walk on me anytime you need. This, this is how I will remember you by the way. This is how you truly are." "Remember how you please, I don't care. Now silence. Lay down. You need rest." "Ha! Hard to rest beside the devil. I'm not interested." "I wasn't asking." I angrily shake the blanket out, photos flying everywhere. I step onto one as I wrap the blanket around myself and lay on the far edge of the bed. I grab the pillows through the head hole of my cocoon and put them behind me as a makeshift barrier. "This isn't how I wanted tonight to go."

Elene's POV "Is anyone there?" "Help!!" "I'm stuck here!" I don't know for how long I had been like this, lying on the floor unconscious. I don't remember anything, how did I reached here? Where the hell am I? And most importantly who the hell bought me over here? At this place? I can't see anything due to the fact that that it's dark outside and there are no artificial lights in the room.

Layla I last forty minutes. I lie there in the dark counting reasons and by the time I get to seven I’ve already lost the thread of them, and by nine I’m sitting up, and by ten I’m pulling on my hoodie and telling myself I just need a glass of water, which is a lie so thin I don’t even finish the thought.

I didn't know how the figure didn't feel strange that I was laying like a dead human. Without moving, making a drama, or giving a nice reply to the figure. I kept my mouth shut. How could a person sleep here? That was what I would have thought if someone would have brought me here before but now I knew if anyone was hella sleepy then they could surely sleep because I have been doing it for days. Today was no different as I was laying on the floor with my eyes closed, but the nightmare had woke me up.

The figure stops walking and stands just out of sight, nothing but the outline of their body visible to my eyes, which are strained from having to peer through the darkness. A shimmering red light erupts–the cherry of a cigarette–and for whatever reason, that calms me down significantly. This is real. This is happening. There’s actually someone standing mere yards away in the darkness, and it’s not a trick of my mind this time. “What the fuck are you doing out here barefoot, Layla?” I sag with relief. “I could ask you why you’re here, too.”