Layla Dream Leaks Novels & Stories

Her skin soft and warm against his, her breath on his chest, her hair smelled of lavender brushed under his chin. "You don't remember anything?" she couldn't imagine what he must've gone through. He shook his head, "I had a dream about it ... I think it was a glimpse of what I saw in that brief time I woke up in that room ..." he rubbed his face to wipe away the nightmare. "I don't want something like that to happen to you ... we can't risk it, your teacher is right, we have to get out of this contract." Charlie paused for a moment, she too had a confession to make. "About my teacher ..."

Layla is thrashing about on her bed when I scoop her up in my arms. "Layla wake up!" I say as I try to shake her and snap her from her sleep. Layla's face twists in horror as she screams my name. What on earth is she dreaming about? I think to myself as I try to hold her steady. She suddenly goes quiet and stiffens and her breathing is heavy and rapid. I can tell that Layla is awake now and I gently release her as her breathing slows. Her deep blue eyes are wide with confusion as they dart from me to things around her room. I reach out to tuck her hair behind her ear and just as I am about to touch her she jerks away from me. I feel the ache in my chest grow.

A strange tug pulled at his chest, as though some invisible thread tied him to someone out there in the dark. “Lexus?” he called softly. No answer. He closed his eyes. “Moonlight…” Somewhere in the same city, Layla’s heart skipped a beat. “Damian” She whispered ***** The Next Morning….. Layla stood before the mirror in her room, fastening the simple ivory dress at her waist. The color made her brown eyes seem richer, her dark brown hair falling in soft waves around her face. She paired it with short black travota boots, comfortable but still sharp enough for academy life.

CHAPTER XI Moving Out The last element remained in search of the person it was looking for. The other people that carried an element now were in distress, thinking they somehow might be going insane. Meanwhile, Layla, the girl who carries the element of dreams, decided to stay away from Pax as fast as possible. She was afraid they might meet in the busy streets, afraid she’d see his lab and go back to him, and a whole lot more. She was packing her bags at her room, clearing out her apartment. It was quite easy because she barely furnished her living room. Clearing out her room was the one that got her tired. Boxes were stacked outside, near the plain white door. Labels were taped and writte

“I had a bad dream.” Meira sighed. “Whatever your dream was about… it has come true.” She told her. “Raine needs to have a kidney transplant or he dies but we’ve found someone who is willing to get tested and if he’s a match… glory hallelujah.” “Actually… My dream was much worse. Did Em show you any of his sister’s pictures?”. Layla asked. “Uh yes. Just a couple from their childhood.” Meira replied. “Why?”.

Her eyes landed on the spot where she had imagined Atreus the night before and she stopped dead. The image of Atreus crawling across the bed toward her like a predator flashed in her mind. The feeling of his hand in her hair and baring her neck to his mouth curled her stomach with twisted pleasure. She could have sworn on her life that it was real. But there was no way that he could have appeared and disappeared as he did. It had to be another dream. Layla took a deep drink of her orange juice and sat on the edge of the bed. Then she thought of Ryan and the look on his face when she saw him last. With a sigh, Layla put her glass on her bedside table and opened her phone to send Ryan a text.

Rain had painted her like grief itself. Her gaze moved between Fiona and Charles and then settled on Jamaica. "Thanks for hearing me out," she said softly, holding a folder to her chest. Jamaica pointed to the chair across from her. "Sit." Layla complied. Her hands shook as she placed the folder on the table. "I worked for Miss Drams. I was her personal assistant. I—I did not realize what I was a part of until it was too late." Charles leaned forward. "You have evidence?"

I gasped, my head snapping up to look at Calista, who was still smiling at Leo, oblivious to the fact that I had just heard her innermost thoughts. “Lyra, what’s wrong?” she asked, noticing the look of shock on my face. “I… I don’t know,” I stammered, my heart racing. “I just… I think I heard you… in my head.” Calista’s eyes widened in surprise. “You heard me? Like, my thoughts?” I nodded, my mind reeling. “Yes. I don’t know how, but… I heard you say I’m brave, and that I’m safe here.”

Layla asked as we drove to the mall. "Yes, I decided to tell him first before I made any decision. I'll tell him probably a day or two from now. I just want to savor every little moment before it is possibly broken." She held my hand with her other hand which wasn't driving the wheel, "I'm sure it's going to be alright, just have a little faith." I shrugged and we moved on to other things. Like my walk down her fashion show. It had gone viral with different tabloids carrying the news, and it had definitely helped the whole collection sell better.

All the while, his sweet words of encouragement floated down to my ears, combinin with my cries of ecstasy as the pressure within built until it broke into a million pieces. His own cries of fulfillment filled the air as he released his seed and then lay down against my back. When he recovered, he stood up and eased imself away from me. I bit the sheet to silence my moan of disappointment as he withdrew. Surely Kenley had had more duties than just this? And that's when realization hit me. I was not unique. I was just a new lass to im. I was just— "Lay on yer back, Laila, and I will clean ye."