Novel & Cerita Laila Lockhart Now

If all humans were chess pieces to her, Elvin was a very vital piece that she was eager to protect. This lockdown game which had begun in Eve's bid to keep Elvin was no longer being played against him, but against Lisa. And if she lost Elvin, Lisa who was as diabolic as she was would play her way back into Elvin's life. This she didn't want. She, after all, had been the one to begin all these. She intended to end it. Worth more, and this was the most important, she had sworn a pact with Lisa not to tell anyone about this, except those bound to keep their secrets like Sherri.

Oliver never lost confidence when she was talking unless the things that were said were true and would touch the innermost parts of hers. “I'm not a siren, Daemon. I am a werewolf.” She pointed out, giving Laila the deadliest stare she could muster. “Oh yeah?” My brows furrowed, and I turned to her with a look that I was betrayed by her lies. “How come we've never seen you actually transition into one? In fact, you have the floor now, show us your wolf.” She shook her head. “My wolf is in hibernation right now…” “Oh, please, don't give me that.” Laila cut her off almost immediately. “If you really want to lie, take it somewhere else. You have the mark of the sirens on your right side. Would

I raised my eyebrow and crossed my arms, then looked down at the panting maid. "Can't you see that I'm walking in the garden and having my own time? Who are you to interrupt me?" I yelled at her irritably. It’s a part of my job because that's how Claire treated the maids. "I-I'm sorry, Ma'am. Sir Liam was looking for you," she said as if she were in a hurry. My brow started to furrow, and I looked up. Not far from where I was standing was Liam's bedroom window. I just sighed when I saw him wearing a bathrobe and looking out from the balcony.

My face remains stoic as I let Laila even though I wanted her to live outside for the day. Like, what the fuck is happening? Why is everyone literally hell-bent to join the party today? And most of all, why the hell is Laila doing her moonwalk again? As said, she throws her bag on the floor and does the moonwalk all the way to the living room and then sings Taki Taki in wrong lyrics. I join her before she freezes in her spot as she witnesses two people sitting in the living room looking at her with wide eyes.

I followed her inside and bowed as she opened the door, and when I lifted my head, I saw the four Lockhart siblings. "Sit down, Ms. Alberona." Mila left after I agreed and sat in front of the siblings. "My name is Daryl Lockhart, and I am the eldest son." He's very attractive. He looks like a businessman, is the oldest, and will likely inherit their family firm. "And these are Daniel and Danrious." They both gave me the peace sign but seemed bored, so I smiled at them. Their eyes appeared to be filled with meanings and resembled each other. So how am I supposed to tell who is Sir Danrious and who is Sir Daniel?

Chapter 42 She Is Mine. Sage Dominic. I looked between Lyla and Elijah's girlfriend, and I could tell they were trying hard to keep something from me, but I wasn't interested in whatever they were hiding. I was here for Lyla. And although I was worried for her, I knew that the principal was soon going to put her daughter in line. When the door closed behind us, leaving Lyla and me in the office, her gaze turned cold. “What can I do for you, Mr. Dominic.” Her voice was as icy as her demeanor. She straightened her clothes and went behind her desk to sit.

“She’s a second chance one I won’t get again and a Lycan can’t reproduce without his mate, I don’t have options here” She pressed her lips together, then sighed and walked slowly toward me, her tone softening. “I know brother," she murmured. “But she’s trouble.” “She hasn’t done anything,” I said. “Fiona is the one spreading lies, Laila gave her a chance and she took it.” Kayla gave a small, humorless laugh. “And Laila will give more if we don’t control her.” I didn’t respond. My gaze drifted back to the fog outside, tracing the faint outlines of the trees.

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?'

Fiona’s POV The air turned sour as I came face-to- face with the last person I wanted to see right then. Laila. Her heels clicked against the stone floor, with her platinum hair bouncing with every step she took and her icy blue eyes burning with fury. She looked every bit the Luna she believed herself to be—except I knew the poison beneath the image she was trying to sell to everyone was nothing fit to hold a position as sacred as that. “You’ve got some nerve to show your ugly face here again,” she hissed, stopping just an inch away from me. “You know, for a second I thought you were gone for good and that the pack has finally been purged of your evil. So what are you doing here?”

Now, with Laila back in London and running her late father’s empire, I saw my next golden opportunity. But she was no fool. Laila was sharper, more resilient, and deeply protective of her father's legacy. Winning her trust—and her hand—would require more finesse. I couldn’t afford to rush it. Her engagement to Nolan had been a minor setback, but now that she planned to cancel it, the path was clear. All I needed was time.