Layla Gray Spy Racers Novels & Stories

“Good and bad. It’s where I started writing seriously.” He didn’t blink. Didn’t flinch. Just nodded. But that was the tell—he should have flinched. If he’d truly only known what I told him. I had him. Or so I thought. Mara had her reservations. “You’re not a spy, Layla,” she said, brushing my hair out of my face as we sat in her apartment. “This could blow back in ways you’re not prepared for.” “I’m already living inside the wreckage,” I whispered. “I just want to stop him before he starts another fire.”

“They’ve been waiting for the Alpha to return, but not out of curiosity.” “What’s going on?” Nash asks. “A familiar stranger has arrived,” Layla tells us. “What on earth is that supposed to mean?” Greyson sounds frustrated with Layla’s cryptic answer. He’s a great guy, and makes an excellent Beta for Nash, but he’s more of a concrete thinker. A warrior at heart, Greyson is interested in strategy and tactics, in working out and training. He hasn’t been all that interested in Layla and Arnold’s esoteric wisdom and strange research.

"Apart from Erdogan, Layla, any other person that looked me in the eyes is already with their creator but I will spare you because you are still useful at this Moment." I leaned lazily on the chair and closed my eyes. "You won't kill me because you obviously need my help!" He stated the truth which I nodded. "But I can replace you if I want to" "You haven't answered my questions yet. You know her identity right?" He asked again "I know So what does that have to do with you?" "Layla is someone I watched growing up and sincerely I don't want her to be part of the Chaos that will come in the future" Leo stated but I only looked at him.

LAYLA I was driving to my boyfriend, Charles’ place when I noticed a black SUV following me. They kept a good distance. Someone else wouldn’t have noticed them. But I was very observant and noticed the littlest things. I pulled over at a mall and quickly walked into a boutique before whoever it was caught up with me. I got a new outfit and changed into it. A leopard print two-piece pants and top. I also got a plain black head wrap, which I tied around my head. For a final touch, I slid on large sunglasses for disguise.

“Alpha, you called me?” “Eddie, this is Layla Blackwell, daughter of Drakon Blackwell. I need you to drop her off tonight.” “Luna Layla. Come along.” Eddie bows his head to me respectfully. “You won’t be coming?” I ask, and Quade smirks. “Trust me, there’s nothing more dangerous than riding in the same car as me.” ~

Min yelled. Layla bit her lip when her speed was nothing compared to the monsters who were already in front of her. They looked like sick humans with their pale skin and bloodshot eyes, but they could move fast like the wind. She held tightly on to her pouch and simply put the dagger inside it. Layla could lose anything but not the pouch with the map and everything else she needed to complete the task.

He was dressed as someone who joined a motorcycle racing on a cold winter for fun, complete with shades as if there was a sun rising on a midnight. "You already knew that there is another agent assigned on your mission, right? I picked up everything from the start," he started, taking the sunglasses of and tucking it on his jacket. Cleo crossed her arms. "Yeah, I know," she murmured. She already met Misha and the info she gave her was enough for her to run berserk without even seeing blood. How could she take someone who caused chaos the first time she arrives just to summon her? She might harm Ace Crowne.

So now I’ll cost you the one thing you seem desperate to protect. You betrayed me. And I will hurt you the way you hurt us. I’ll hurt her. You can try to keep her safe, Alex. You won’t succeed. —Alpha Grayson The paper crumpled in my grip, my fingers shaking with barely restrained fury. He knew about Laila. And now, he was coming for her. But how had this note gotten here? Unless… he already has a spy inside.

Marte each kneeled beside control panels and hit EMP overrides they would wipe out Layla’s hidden nodes. > Dr. Marte (urgent): “Three… two… one… ignite.” A hum of electricity followed by static. Layla’s phone screen died. Her stance shook. Layla clutched at her coat, eyes locked on Sera and Lucien broken but defiant. > Layla: “Do it. Break me.” Sera took a deep breath. > Sera (quiet): “No. We expose you.” A single click Layla's access revoked.

She was tall, she was petite, delicate and very beautiful just as Drake as described She looked afraid. He didn't want to attack first, he was good in observing but he was making sure she was the one. However she fit Drakes description of them: she was small had brown hair and a soft face. “She’s the one.” Kray whispered to himself. Kray’s hatred was enough to motivate the mission even though he had never seen Layla's face. No image. Not sure of who she was . Just a place and a name. Drake should have given them a picture but as usual and claiming to get boss of them all, he had decided to stay back for them to ‘bring the girl’.