Layla Aisha Winx Club Novels & Stories

“Pay no attention to her; she just wants to chase clout to fit in with the popular crowd, nothing else.” “But that is clearly not happening," a voice said behind them as they turned to see who that was. “ I’m sorry for startling you. I’m Tia, Tia Williams," the pretty girl introduced. ~ ~ ~ “ You lost that right, Zac; the fact that I’ve been patient enough to listen to your crap doesn’t give you the effort to talk down on me,” Aly added, cutting him off. She had gone to the shop to grab some snacks for herself when she bumped into Zac.

LAYLA I leisurely sat in bed, waiting for the door to be flung wide open, showing a fire-breathing dragon who would no doubt rave about my heinous actions. The double doors to my room were thrust open as expected, and there stood a dark-haired, slim middle-aged woman staring at me with venom. "God damnit Layla! This is the third bodyguard you've fired in the last month as a result of your careless behavior!" My stepmother yelled angrily at me as I turned the pages of Vogue magazine, rolling my eyes at her overacting.

It's been a month since I last saw him, he was so angry, but why? Wasn't all that feel real? It's nothing, I need to go forward, but how? I'm so lost, but I need to, I've lost my love, it doesn't mean I've lost my whole life, There are less than three months left until the exams, that's what matters now. - Layla, how are you? - I'm fine - Where have you been? We miss you

“She is more involved in this case than you are. And you know it.” Mumbling some incoherent words under his breath, Xander threw Miguel a hard glare. I couldn't hold back my laughter. I love how diplomatic his friend is. The both of them make such a relaxing company. Resting my mouth for a few minutes, I decided to play a quick game on my phone. Leila's message came in, asking if I would like to spend sometime with her. Ayla hissed in contempt. I knew she would reach out today of all days, sometimes I try not to think that Leila might be a witch.

I have already started making plans with Aria. A surprise birthday party it is. Before I can reply, Layla appears with that annoying iPad on her arm. She shoots me an apologetic smile. “I love this whole thing, you two have going on.” She says, pointing at the way Aria’s body is wrapped around mine like the pole she was dancing around earlier. “But I have to steal her. We have an interview to get to, Miss Winslow.” She says. Aria rolls her eyes as she slides down my body. “You are a party pooper, Layla.” She says.

Luna Layla laughed, her eyes shining with amusement. "Oh, Nora. You always know how to keep me grounded. But this time, I'm not afraid of falling. I've got Ethan to catch me," she said, her voice filled with love and devotion. Layla sat down on the couch and put on the television "Hazel Wynn, the new face of Brigadier, has signed a contract with the prestigious modeling agency." Layla's thoughts raced with disbelief and questions. How could Hazel be alive? “Ha...Hazel” She stammered

she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and confusion. Layla flashed Luna a playful grin, her eyes reflecting determination. "I'm heading to a club," she replied, her tone light but resolute. "And so are you. I can't stand seeing you so devastated and tired, Luna. It's time for a change of scenery, even just for a little while." Luna shook her head, her exhaustion evident in her eyes. "I appreciate your concern, Layla, but I'm really not in the mood. I just want to be alone right now."

Her eyes water and she barges through the changing room door. Chad obviously had his tongue down her throat again. Poor Lisa doesn't have a clue the man wants her beneath him so badly. He's so blinded by his desire for her he hasn't realised Lisa bats for the other team. I've warned her on multiple occasions to tell him, but she refuses to and that's her problem. I turn and walk into the changing room and get ready. I dim the room of its bright light. "Hi, my name's LAYLA." I close my eyes and bow, kneeling. "I am here for your pleasure."

Xyla looked anxious and pitiful, a sight that tugged at Quentin's heartstrings, though his mind swam with questions. His dark gaze landed on Layla. "Were you really the one who slapped Xy?" Layla glanced at Quentin, then at Xyla, and felt both amused and vexed. "Stop pretending, Xyla Cadwell. You're not blind. I'm sure you know who slapped you!" Her words made Xyla shudder, and Quentin's expression changed drastically.

Ashley’s fist tightened briefly before she forced a smile onto her face. “No, I haven’t.” Is she purposely rubbing it in my face? Such a bitch," Ashley cursed inwardly. Layla stepped closer and pulled her into a brief hug. “People like you aren’t meant to be there,” she whispered softly. “And you never will be.” She pulled away with a sweet smile, masking the venom beneath her words. Now it was her turn. And she intended to play the game well. “How about I walk you out?” Ashley offered. “Sure.”