Laila Meaning Novels & Stories

She grins, clapping her hands together as she dreams about things I would rather not think about. "So, what's your name? I'm Lailah." I take a few seconds to come up with a fake name in my head and not so surprisingly, my brain stops functioning. "Reg……" I whisper all of a sudden, not really knowing what I'm saying. "Reg?" She chuckles but there's no sign of mockery in her tone, "Short for Regina, I hope." I just nod my head with whatever she says. She keeps talking about things I hardly understand. I'm here for the sake of Milo only. When she finally stops talking, I find myself getting relaxed a little bit. To my luck, the relaxation doesn't stay for long when she starts squealing all of a

She asked, forcing a smile. “Because I was born in the night?” Laila guessed. Victoria nodded in affirmation while adding, “And because I also found out about your existence in the night. It's an Arabic name which I love so much. I just wanted to have every memory of your conceivement in my heart…I wrote everything I wanted to do with you on your birthdays in years to come in my diary and even though I’ve lost it now, I still have them etched in my memory…” “I found it. And I read it.” Laila confessed, lowering herself to the floor. “And I did some of them…alone.” she added.

"Get your stinking self out of my sight." Laila must have been brought up by her dad to know that she can have everything, because instead of being scared like her dad, who was still struggling to plead with Lorenzo, who was already mad, she turned to him and said, "Oh wow. So, you and Mr. Vitali are just going to be defending this piece of trash, this whore?" Lorenzo raises a brow at her, his eyes darkening. "What did you just say?" "Well, Mr. Lorenzo, you heard me well," she says.

She whispered, “They remind me of their wedding night… as if tonight is that night again. What fate is this that keeps chasing our family?” Yassin replied softly, “Their story isn’t finished yet. Maybe there’s still a cure for Naomi.” Laila asked suddenly, “Have you ever tried dancing fast?” Yassin smiled. “How?” She answered, “Like this.” Laila quickened her steps, pulling Yassin into a faster dance, as if she were trying to escape the thoughts that haunted her—thoughts of sorrow, of her infertility, and of her brother’s life, which seemed destined to remain forever burdened.

They were no longer looking at the doors with fear; their eyes were fixed on the two empty wooden thrones at the head of the room with a solemn, patient expectation. Laila stood on the western balcony of her private quarters, watching the first rays of the morning sun catch the jagged peaks of the northern ridge. She wore a simple gown of heavy dark blue wool, the long sleeves covering the faint, silvery patterns of her burn scars that were already fading into smooth skin under the persistent warmth of her healing factor.

He shouldn't have brought her, I don't know what the hell he was thinking. -What's your name, babe? - Phillip rubs his hands together and shakes his head. Her braids fall down the sides of her forehead and she puts on the bandana well. -Lailah Gozt. -answers proudly. -My girlfriend. -I add. I can feel Lailah swallow hard. You could say that I even hear his pulse racing. At first, she looks at me confused but then she seems to understand the situation, and if they know that we don't go out together, Phill will not take long to jump on her. What a fucking luck he's smart and not like Scott, who arrives seconds later with Kya.

Hesper was stunned for a moment when she heard Laila's name, but she soon calmed herself down and pretended that she did not know who she was. "I'm Hestia Deschamps." After all, it was a name she had used before, and it sounded more familiar. Laila nodded. "Although I'm not sure whether they agree or not, I'm willing to take the risk with you. I have to leave this place. I can't let them sell me."

Miera didn’t tell me that they would be able to communicate with me, let alone see me. “Speak Human, who are you and what are you doing here?” It’s voice echoed and my blood ran cold, nothing about it was friendly. “I am Laila, Laila!” i glanced up at the beast but its eyes were focused someplace else and i turned to it’s line of vision. It settled on a woman dressed in wool clothing, she had white hair but there was also streaks of black on her hair.

We will have long hours of travel tomorrow. After lunch, they decided to stay in their own rooms and rest but Laila went outside to meet her mom. Laila's hometown is just a cover-up for her true identity. Laila's mom was also an undercover of their group. Laila was from the Russian mafia. She went undercover as a model with Most Entertainment to find the woman who massacre one of their subgroup in Russia. The group that Alex eliminated because of her anger when her uncle Ty was taken hostage and beaten to death to force her to lose in a battle during the underground competition.

Their eyes was scanning furiously at the crowd. "Where is she?" Maltida muttered biting more of her finger. She was wearing a big top and a normal trouser. "Oh Gosh, I can't wait to see how she looks. It's been two years" Laila, traditional India girl with her hair covered with a beautiful fabric. "I know right?" Matilda muttered. "By the way stop bitting your fingers" Laila scolded. "I can't help it"