Laila Love Novels & Stories

"Today for the walk, the second to the last Luna lesson, Luna Alex will show us how elegantly she balances and settles in heels. Carrying herself like the Luna she truly is, Alex, please choose four songs you want to walk in from this playlist." She played the songs, I chose: Chun-li by Nicki Minaj, Confident by Demi Lovato, Dark Horse by Katy Perry, and Seven Rings by Ariana Grande. "Good. Let us start, but first one of you will have to show her an elegant walk and not step away from the line." She declared then One of the women stepped out. She pointed at the line, then started to walk in that straight red line that was drawn, managing to keep her walk elegant like it was nothing. She walk

"And you play so well." "Thank you, Watson," Ariel said smiling. "I played in college." Watson nodded his eyes sparkling with interest. "I'll have to tell Master Connel," he said. "He'll be impressed." Ariel nodded, "Who's Tori?" She asked finally, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Tori Laurent, Master Connel's ex-girlfriend," Watson said, dusting the shelf. "They were together for a long time?" She asked her curiosity about getting the better of her.

I moan his name. I won’t forget tonight either. I make a small vow to myself: he’ll be my first and my last. But something feels off. I don’t want to ask. He holds my naked ass, pulls out to the hilt again, and slams back into me, driving his cock deep inside my pussy. “Moan.” Slams. “My.” Slams. “Name.” Slams. “Again.” Slams. “Lyra.” “Kael…” I shudder, ecstasy taking me high and then pulling me back down. My eyes roll inside my head.

"I'm sorry. She passed two weeks ago. The cancer…She asked me to take her place. Her sisters need protection. The company needs someone strong enough to fight her family. She made me promise… I’m sorry. You must think I’m some kind of con artist." He was quiet for a long time, watching me. I wondered if I had given too much away. Maybe he was planning on exposing me. "My name is Laila. I'm nobody. Just someone she met and decided to help for reasons I still don't understand."

I heaved out breathlessly and chuckled, rubbing my sweaty forehead with my right hand while my gaze remaining glued on Shelly who was giggling over me. "Tell me you love me Liam" Shelly urged with a gleeful stare as she bent forward to face me - placing both palms on my chest to balance herself while she remained seated on top my thighs. 'Sweet jeezz... Not now Shelly?' This frustrating thought echoed loudly in my head as my heavy breathing gradually subsided. "Okay... Yess" I whispered plainly with no iota of feelings in the tone of my voice.

said Lily. "To healing," Leora went on. "Until new beginnings," Nelson smiled. And I closed it with a soft whisper. "To love." That night, the sun dipped below the horizon, and I lay beside my wife in bed, her slow, steady breathing against my chest. Moonlight poured through the windows. No noise, no fear, no terror. Only warmth. And love. And a future that we were finally free to build.

“You idiot! I did that to find you! Isabelle said you’d show up if I did it! “I’d have married her a long time ago if I truly loved her! “I was waiting for you this entire time!” I was about to say more when Aaron interrupted Jared, “Mr. Carter, let me remind you that Charmaine is my wife. And don’t you think it’s too late to say all of this now? “You say you love her, yet all you’ve done is insult her and force her to apologize for something she hadn’t done. “If this is love to you, then I don’t think Charmaine wants any of it at all.”

I pushed her aside playfully. "Osheyy Helper, free me o Lola" Tana said earning more teasing from Laila and I. "Have you guys talked at all ever since you exchanged numbers?" I asked eagerly "Wait o, they exchanged contacts? how?" Laila asked obviously blank. I quickly filled her in on how they met before Tana answered my question. "Well... We've chatted a few times on W******p, he didn't seem like he was into me or anything" She said hesitantly with a shrug.

She crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "Go on, then," she huffed, rolling her eyes like a petulant teenager. "What exactly do you want, Cleo?" She said my name like it was something foul she had scraped off the bottom of her shoe. "I want to know your endgame," I said solemnly, sitting back down and steepling my fingers. "Do you still love him?" Laila let out a harsh, bitter laugh. "Yes. I do. And I fully plan to win my husband back, before you even bother to ask," she professed, leaning forward. "We have a history you couldn't possibly understand."

Lailah vigorously moved, shaking herself for him to stop but he only tightened his grip on her waist and swiftly removed her shirt and tied it around her hands to keep them in place. Her legs were trapped between his, rendering her completely immobile. Caesar jerked himself away as he unbuttoned his shirt, his stern gaze filled with lust, revealing his muscular chest. Lailah realized she was doomed. She was going to be raped. "P-please don't do this. I beg you- please." She choked on her words as Caesar pulled down her pants. Lailah's pleas fell on deaf ears as Caesar ignored her desperate pleas. His senses were clouded with lust and want upon seeing her exposed body.