Laila King Novels & Stories

There was a little crowd there already who all seemed to be trying to get ‘Miss childish tantrums’ to wear her shoes. “Are we starting this shoot or what?” Lauren called out as soon as she saw Diane coming towards her, her cherry shaped mouth wrinkled in irritation and boredom. "I'm leaving here right now if this isn't going to be happening bro. Like y'all are so unserious.” "Then grant us a favor and do just that because I have your replacement right here." A male voice answered instead, his tone low, commanding and stoic.

LAILA My name is Laila Ashwood. I am a dark blonde headed, blue eyed twenty two year old. Few days ago I met Alpha Kieran when my pack held a meeting with regards to the festival of harvest. -Flashback- I sat on a big rock by the river behind the pack house. My eyes were red from crying. My cheek hurt where Damien had hit me. I touched it gently and winced. It was going to leave a purple mark. "You're so stupid, Laila," I said to myself. 'Why can't you do anything right?'

Chapter Two “Do you want me to undress myself… or will you rip it off me, my king?” Liana’s voice was soft, yet it carried through the heavy silence of the king’s private chamber. She had not meant to say it, not with all the courtiers gone, not when they were finally alone. But the words slipped out, shameless, trembling on the edge of defiance. Kael turned from the tall arched window where the moonlight streamed across his shoulders. His golden eyes gleamed in the shadows, pinning her as surely as if he had chained her to the bed.

Claire was stubborn enough to pursue a task until it was done, and Selena had no desire to deal with Katie again just yet. “How did you get my licence approved so quickly?” Selena asked, even though she knew the answer. “My dad, my dad’s money, and me,” Claire replied, pouting. Selena nearly laughed at her expression, but instead stood and offered to make lunch. “There’s a charity gala tomorrow,” she said as she placed the food in front of Claire. “I know. I got the invitation. We all did.” Claire glanced at her. “Which design are you planning to show first?”

“You shouldn’t say things like that.” “I will,” I replied, “and I promise you, I’ll help you get your freedom.” Her face drained of color. She stood abruptly, then dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands clasped together, her voice trembling. “Please don’t say that again, please don’t tell the King.” I jumped to my feet. “Laila, stop.” She shook her head desperately. “Please, I beg you, if Rider hears of this, I will be punished.”

Of all the insults I’ve endured—princess, queen, little royal brat, royal pain, your little highness—the word Luna hits me like someone dumped sewage into my ears. Me. Daughter of the Alpha King. Future ruler. The child the prophecy demanded be born to take the throne. Being called a Luna feels dirtier than being called a whore. Kei steps toward the corpse, his voice dropping into something primally terrifying. “You do not breathe about her.” A pause. “You do not look at her.” Another pause. “You do not put your filthy mouth on her name.” Silence stretches, thick and suffocating. “Everything that is mine,” his gaze flickers back to me—slow, claiming, possessive—“is untouchable.”

she whispered and sighed. After the ceremony, all the people returned to the kingdom except Queen Leia, King Alexander, Sabrina, Layla, Cybelle, Cyn, Lucia, Michelle, and Angelo. Layla stepped forward, and everyone’s attention was on her. “What is it you wanted to say to us, Layla?” Sabrina uttered.

There was a knock on the door and after mouthing a come in, a short plump lady I recognised to be the tailor walked into the room, holding two very large dresses in her two outstretched hands. "Miss Kira, miss Kellyn" she paused "Your dresses are ready" Our jaws were hanging open now. "I said I wanted a knee lenght gown. The fuck is this? Kellyn screamed and the tailor looked down, a frown on her face. "I only follow orders from the king. He picked out the styles himself " she muttered "Damn that man"

And soon we were on the road. **** Home coming was perfect. Everything went so well. Makaila and I we're voted home coming King and Queen but because Makaila doesn't like all the attention, I told them to cancel the King and Queen dance. I already had another surprise for her. We ended the program by midnight. I told the driver to drop Rita and Nigel, hopefully they don't have sex in my car. I hailed a taxi and took Makaila with me. "Where are we going?" She asked. I grinned at her.

Neil stared at her, wondering why she was there. “Come.” She rose to her feet and moved towards him hesitantly. Neil who was watching her move timidly thought the wounds reopened. “Does it hurt?” “No.” “I will check myself.” He placed her on the bed and knelt before her to inspect her palms. “Your Majesty, how could you kneel? In front of a woman like me?” It made no sense to Keanna why this man, who was King, was kneeling in front of her. He opened his mouth to answer but closed it when he heard her stomach growling. Neil looked at her to find her head to the side and her cheeks red.