Layla Dream Leaks Novels & Stories

“Give it here.” “No.” “I need to see his reaction.” “You’re not reading my messages.” “Best friend privileges.” Layla pulled the phone away. “Denied.” Chloe gasped in betrayal. “I risked my life for you downstairs.” Layla laughed softly. “You were fine.” “I was not fine. I almost confessed to crimes I didn’t commit.” Layla shook her head, smiling but her attention kept drifting back to the phone. And then— It buzzed. Both girls froze.

And I had been foolish enough to feel guilty, desperate to cure his legs as if I owed him everything. The tears I shed now washed away the last fragments of attachment I had for him. This false marriage, carried on for five years, needed to end here. As I closed my eyes and finally let go, a cold mechanical voice rang through my mind. "Host, the system has detected a second mission failure. Do you wish to terminate it?"

“Layla.” “No, hear me out! He’s a private gynecologist. Dr. Jay Lee. He’s discreet. Professional. Smart as hell. And he looks like a Korean actor, I doubt you’ll be needing any touching to get wet.” I blinked. “So, hot.” “So hot he could bring a nun out of celibacy.” “Layla.” “I’m serious!” she laughed. “He helped me once. You know… when I had that little ‘reaction’ to my ex’s latex kink—”

Instead, she glanced anxiously at the documents and fell to her knees, begging for mercy. "Mrs. Johnson! I was wrong! I only did it because I was too in love with Ray! I didn't mean to lie to you! "Ray, say something! Don't you like me the most?" Raymond closed his eyes and produced another stack of photos. Before he even said anything, Laura snatched them from him immediately. However, all it took was just a single glance before Laura nearly fainted on the spot. Then, she marched up to Tracy and gave her at least a dozen slaps on each side of her face, left and right.

That's why the rebels found the courage to oppose him. Bridget smirked. He thought he needed to do something to let the elders know he was still alive; if they had opinions, they should confront him directly, not focus on his pet and engage in such vile acts. They were warriors of the North, not wolves who just sit around, relying on borrowed strength to survive like the useless ones in the East. ... Layla had a strange dream. She was surprised that she knew this was a dream. But what caught her attention more was the image of a small house, located far from the usual bustling trading and exchange spots.

I snapped. “Will you calm down and stop acting like you gave birth to an egg!” she retorted. “Layla called, she’s traveling urgently, she can’t keep Zeehan till you come back. The teacher also called, can she bring him here?” she explained. My heart returned to my chest and I dropped onto the chair in relief.

Seeing him worry like that, she warmly smiled. "No, Dad, I'm fine," She answered with assurance. "What about nightmares? Did you see another nightmare by any chance?" His brows twisted as he made further inquiry. Layla paused for a second and remembered that after returning to her bedroom, she saw her brutal burning death scene in her dream again and lost her sleep. That's why she stood before a window to get some fresh air. "Sweetie, why are you not answering?" Luke's expression got serious when she did not answer.

"It's not about work," Yoel said. He walked over, set a blue folder on the coffee table in front of me, and looked more serious than I had ever seen him. "It's a proposal." I picked up the folder, confused. On the cover, in bold print, a single line read, "Proposal for Establishing a Long-Term and Exclusive Lifelong Strategic Partnership with Ms. Nova Grayson." My hand trembled, and I almost dropped the folder. I took a deep breath and opened to the first page.

She was no longer just giving an order; she was orchestrating. Her phone buzzed suddenly, and her breath stopped. At first, her heart leapt to her throat, thinking it was them, the people she had contacted. But no, it was Damien. She hesitated before opening his message, a strange ache blooming in her chest. “Where are you? You said you wanted to talk?” Layla read the words twice. Her palms were sweating. He was reaching out. It was the opening she needed, and it felt like a trap laid by her own conscience.

Lena's POV. I needed a slap, a hard slap that would catch me off guard. A pinch, a bruise, anything to wake me from the dream I thought I was trapped in. “Are you kidding?” I muttered. “Look around you, does this place look like I'd be lying when I got important things to do. I looked around the corner and clutched my hands together. She was right and I was confused even further. “Can I get a minute alone?” I said.