Laila Love Novels & Stories

And even her father would destroy her property, Make life miserable for her; since she's just a commoner who doesn't have a big business nor prominent, She won't get any help and since three years she distanced her self from Lord Storm's Territory, But his love still lived in her heart, He is ofcourse her first love, When she was just a timid girl who works as a maid in Barton's mansion, she suffered and was even taken advantage of when caught to have given Lord Storm and his sworn brothers food. The guards would threaten her, and she pays for her life by having sex with the guards, but Lord Storm doesn't know about this, since she keeps this a tight secret. Her only wish was to see Lord Sto

A slow smile crept across his face. “Well done…” he muttered. Gibbs stood nearby, arms crossed. “Caydan made the correct choice.” Dennis nodded. “Fear is more powerful than loyalty.” He turned slightly. “Now the world understands that.” ⸻ But not everyone was celebrating. ⸻ Back in the chaos of the McCart empire— Lisa stood frozen. Her hands covered in Jordan’s blood. Her mind trying to process what she just witnessed. “No…” she whispered. “No, no, no…”

Vincent noticed her strange actions. "I-It's ..." "What?" he asked impatiently. "I-I took a shower, Husband. I-I waited for you because I want us to do now what you promised me before my surgery." "Promise?" Vincent asked without an idea but he knew what Laila wanted to do. She wants to have sex with him again. "I-I want it now. Y-You promised to give me rough sex." He couldn't move where he stood when Laila took off the dress she was wearing. She was well-prepared 'cause she no longer has undercoats and her private part is also freshly shaved.

And I don't think it's a problem, everyone must be sleeping right now so we have enough time to love each other. I pulled down her kilt, opening her breast area she wasn't wearing a bra that's a good thing, and to be honest, they are looking huge than the last time we had in the shower but last time I haven't taken her completely and I won't leave a single opportunity to fuck/love her hard this time.

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?'

Mateo inquired with curiosity. “Samson doesn’t love her,” Laila began, her voice tinged with sadness. “He sees her as a friend and a therapist, but nothing more. When I asked her why she was marrying Aslan, she explained that it’s better to be with a man who loves her. She believes that there’s a possibility of falling in love with him one day, rather than being with a man who never truly loved her.” “I would be willing to do the same,” Mateo’s heart sank as he absorbed Laila’s words. He saw the rough emotions of hatred towards him. For a moment, he dropped being a brother and stepped closer to her.

“Here you are.” Maeve recognised the woman immediately. She was the host of the talk show. “Hiii.” The both of them hugged and air kissed each other. “Can I just say how excited I am to be on your show?” She said, silently hoping she looked it. She certainly wasn’t feeling it. Noelle stepped forward. “Miss Maeve? Your make up artist and your stylist are waiting for you,” she informed her.

she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. I took another deep breath, and let my words spill out. "I love you, Emilia," I said, my voice filled with emotion. "I love you more than anything in this world. You're the sunshine that brightens up my day, and the stars that light up my night. You're my everything, and I don't know what I would do without you." Emilia's eyes widened in surprise, and then filled with tears. "I love you too," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.

Her heels clicked on the concrete floor as she turned to face us. My stomach dropped. Lisha. The one woman I’d hoped to never meet in this lifetime—or any other. The man shoved me down into a cold metal chair. My ankles were retied, and I winced as the rope bit into my skin. If the tape wasn’t on my mouth, I would’ve already cursed every one of them to hell. “Boss, she’s here,” the man said, stepping back. "Delighted to see you—the woman who stole my fiancé’s heart… or should I say, the gold digger," Lisha said with a venomous smile as she approached. She was beautiful, sure—but it was the kind of beauty that came with poison beneath the surface.

Laila stood in front of the mirror the next morning. She brushed her hair until it shone. Her body still felt the effects of yesterday with Ranbir. There was a pleasant ache between her legs. She chose a loose blue top and shorts that showed her smooth thighs. No underwear today. She wanted easy access for him. After she dropped her son at school, she cleaned the house quickly. Her heart raced with excitement. The secret affair made her days brighter. She no longer felt like just a tired mother. She felt like a woman again.