Layla Gray Spy Racers Novels & Stories

"My God," Lyla exclaimed with a burst of excitement. Even she didn’t quite understand what she was so happy about. It was as if Shadow Master hadn’t just spoken to her in that commanding tone, but rather, had called her gently. The sudden appearance of the silver-gray sports car felt like a beacon of light, illuminating hope for Lyla, who had been surrounded by darkness. She stuffed the USB into her bag and grabbed her laptop, racing downstairs as fast as she could.

Numbers were exchanged, Layla was glowing, head tipped back in laughter, eyes sparkling like she hadn’t a care in the world. “Oh my God, look at them,” she whispered, elbowing me. “I could make a full PowerPoint on how adorable they are.” I shook my head, smirking. “You really have zero chill.” Layla leaned back, twirling her straw. “Zero chill is my brand.” I laughed, watching her antics. After our cocoa and laughing at a couple of Layla’s ridiculous jokes about dating disasters, she stood up suddenly. “Alright, Rora, game time. Let’s race to that giant oak tree and take the epic fall-leaf selfie.”

Leah asked almost immediately to know if she was right. "Yes. Exactly. You know what, make sure you lose him once this traffic is over. We have to lose him else he will follow us to our hideout. We have to lose him, is that understood, Leah?" Bianca replied as she issued a command. "Sure. Let's do this." Leah affirmed. Immediately the traffic cleared she reversed and the race began. Seeing that they know about his plan, the spy does the same as what they've done also and follows after them.

I double-checked my makeup to ensure that my eyeliner was sharp and my lipstick was the proper shade of crimson and took a deep breath to calm my nerves before going on stage. "Hey Mama, you are pretty late, you don't wanna get on the bad side of Siren," Layla said. Layla is one of the girls I work with, and also my best friend- a stunning girl with rich melanin skin, luscious brown hair, and deep dark brown eyes that sparkle with a hint of mischief, thanks to a tiny dimple that adds to her charm.

But when she looked at the screen— It wasn’t Chloe. It wasn’t Elias. It was another unknown number. Layla frowned and then opened the message. Her stomach dropped instantly. Unknown: You should stay away from Elias Thorne. Layla’s heartbeat quickened as another message came immediately. Unknown: He destroys everything he touches.

Kade shouted over the crowd noise. The starting gun fired and the bikes exploded forward in a roar of engines and burning rubber. Kyra watched despite herself, watched Ryker take an early lead and hold it through the first three laps. He rode like he did everything else, with absolute confidence and control, and she hated that she found it attractive. "He's so fast," Kade breathed, his eyes glued to the track. "He's beating everyone." "He's very skilled," Zara said, then leaned over to whisper in Kyra's ear. "You okay? You look like you're about to be sick."

Yet, in her heart lay only ruthless schemes to remove any obstacles in her path. She subtly fondled a gray object in her palm. The pet would make the best stepping stone. Creatures that couldn’t speak were the perfect targets for someone to use as scapegoats. Helen licked her plump lips lightly. Soon enough, the obstacle would vanish. She observed every reaction of the little wolf, watching her growl aggressively after being weak and listless. A sinister smile curled in the darkness. … Layla was enveloped by a gentle fragrance. She’d thought this scent would let her sleep peacefully, oblivious to everything around her. But things didn’t go that way.

Layla pulled my hand, trying to get me to stay with her. "Honey? What's going on? Are you not happy to see me? Who is she?" She questioned. I turned and looked at her. After seeing my mate, Layla is nothing compaired to her. Alexandria had long, brown hair with beautiful hazel eyes. Layla had short blonde hair and brown eyes. Her face was always caked in makeup. "She's-" I started, but Layla interuppted me.

"We were chosen by the sun god, Sol, and the moon goddess, Selene, to guide and protect this world, but we can't lead if you guys don't trust us. The god and goddess might not like this because I know they know we've been doing good work, but—" "No one should speak for the goddess, let her speak for herself." Layla's voice echoed through the entire stadium, silencing Draven. She lifted off her seat; the baggy hoodie and trousers she wore disappeared, revealing a black bodysuit, and the disguise spell faded. "You!" Blaze hissed as she landed in front of them, and two flaming swords formed in his hands. The four of them glowered at her; their bodies were tensed and rigid, and they looked like

“Thanks. So what do we have here?” Bryan asked his partner, who pointed at one of the eight frames on the laptop screen, which was relaying the live feeds of hidden cameras that were set up in strategic places around the harbor. Looking at the screen, he saw three Latinos unloading some crates from a speed boat at the pier. From where the boat was, there was an open space about half the size of a football field, which was surrounded by shipping containers that were stacked on one another. Looking closer, he saw that each of the men had viper tattoos on different parts of their body.