Lay Reader Novels & Stories

My right hand shoved the device into the thigh pocket of my Jean, before I dashed out of the house. Gregory was driving while Layla was giving directions. There was no much of directions to give, It was pretty much a straight road. "So, we are gonna get used to receiving directions from you?" Gregory asked Layla who was seated beside him on the front seat next to the driver's seat.

Was this why? “I AM GOD. THE CREATOR OF WORLDS, MAKER OF MAN AND WOMEN. I GIFTED THE WOULD WITH ALL YOU HAVE SEEN. I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO MEET YOU DEAR LAYLA.” My heart raced at the sound of his voice. I kept my head down. Was I supposed to say something now?

Lyra smiled once more and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She wrapped her hand around herself, drawing my attention to the see-through nightwear she had on. I swallowed, feeling my arousal grow. I took a deep breath, but that didn’t help, as all I did was to inhale her scent. Unable to help it, I took a step closer. And another, and another, until I closed the space between us. At first, Lyra hesitated, then she moved away from the door and accepted my arm, which snaked around her waist, pulling her in until she lay against me with a small gasp.

“I can do this. It’s finally time I read what Eleanor had to say.” Layla muttered to herself as she sat on her bed, resting her back against the wall. She stared at the book in her hand, torn between the excitement and apprehension racing through her. ‘Maybe I should leave it till another— no! No more procrastination. It’s Saturday; I’ve got all the time in the world to read without distraction until Zayne comes take me for lunch.’ She flipped open the book to the first chapter, and her brows creased.