Jayla Fatu Novels & Stories

Other than thinking about Brother Lionel, was there any other man who could make her display such a joyful expression? "By the way, Yaya, how's your job search going?" Burly remembered the resume that Yaya had sent out two days ago, so he wondered if there was any update on this matter. When Burly mentioned this, a vague blush appeared on Yaya's face. She quickly waved her hand and said, "We are here for a fun time, why do you have to mention about work? Don't spoil the fun." She definitely would not tell them. She had secretly checked on Jayden Elias Kyle and found out that he was now a general manager in a finance company, working at the Coast City branch of this firm.

The voice trailed off when she spotted me sitting opposite Kael. “Dear sister in law,this is Nathalial,my friend from college,Nathalia, meet my beautiful sister in law and the Luna of the pack,Ella Jayden”.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

Whatever they were talking about sounded important. "We should have been informed of all this earlier; then, we could have done something to stop it from happening", my mum whispered angrily. "They have put not only her life but ours on the line. I always knew this would happen." "you can't blame Luna", my dad defended. "I'm not blaming Luna; I'm blaming the gods and goddess. I'm blaming the elders, and I'm blaming her mother." I was about to walk in and ask what they were talking about when Jack spoke. "can you stop calling her Luna her name is Blair, and it has been for the past 18 years"

The blonde hair twit says looking at me, unaware of the rage rising in my chest. "What exactly are we beginning?" I seethe, slamming the door, "And who the hell are you?" "I am James Damer, your new PR agent." "I don't need a PR agent." I growl at him through gritted teeth. "Well, your father seems to think differently. He said that we needed to begin working on your image right away if you are going to be taking over the company in the future. You have a standard to uphold."

, I add, “she’s the eldest and one of two living remaining members. There are no men left. I don’t see what difference that makes though… do you?” Luna Eliza smiles at me, smirking almost. She stands, “I agree with Lee. She’s the obvious candidate to take over as ruling Queen. She has Alpha Liam as her King so we know she’ll be well protected”. Another member seconds her motion and unanimously it’s agreed upon. Oh goddess, my Luna is now a Queen.

She could do it. A yellow cab honked outside, and she hurried to meet it. “Papagalli’s Dance Club,” she said to the driver, her words rushed. “Yes, ma’am. Hot date?” the driver asked, black dreadlocks jiggling when he talked, his voice sounding Jamaican. Steel band music thumped on his CD player while he tapped his thumbs on the steering wheel imperfect sync with the tune, his body rocking to the beat. “Somebody’s dying to meet me,” she answered, jumping into the car.

[In this segment Jiya is 5 years old and Shaurya is 12 years old] "Papa", Five years old Jiya ran towards her father, Nivaan who was making dinner for his little daughter. "Yes! Jiya", Nivaan looked at her skinny daughter who was thin and weighed like a leaf. "Papa. Tomolow ich Chaolya bud day (Tomorrow is Shaurya's birthday)", Jiya said in her baby tone and her eyes were twinkling like stars.

Taking note of my panting friend still stood in the doorway of our shared bedroom. “Tickets!” She all screams at me, “to Howlers this Friday! Happy Birthday!” “Seriously Elle? They aren’t not going to let two seventeen years olds into the hottest night club in town.” I comment, quickly losing interest. “I’ve sorted that too.” She squeals, revealing her other hard behind her back and producing two very shiny looking provisional driver licences. Taking one from her I scan quickly over the small little blue card. My name and face plastered across the front.

They send postcards every few months, lemon trees, cobblestone streets, and everyone ends with “Wish you were here.” Damien and Layla? Well, they’re a power couple if I ever saw one. Their daughter Jayla is six and already a hurricane in a dress. Damien calls her “too much like her mother,” and Layla insists she’s “exactly like her father.” Truth is, she’s both fearless and fierce. And loved.