Novel & Cerita Layla Hagen

Alexandra murmurs. "Hey it's not my fault, I always slay!" Trisha says. "Yeah, it's not your fault. But you always put in the effort!" Kenzy says. "Kenz!" Trisha glares. "So, who is going for Hallel College's reunion?" Kenzy asks ready to hear their opinions. "Am not going. I heard someone died during one of there parties. And they haven't found a lead to what actually happened!" Alexandra says.

"The contents of this invite proves my very right to enter the Lycan's kingdom where the contract renewal is bound to be held." "The contract renewal will go as planned even without the Queen Luna's presence." Quinn narrowed his eyes as though warning me to back off. "That's just another way of discriminating me from all this, my lord." I know he'll bite back from this. "Leaxandra, darling, you are Lumina's Luna. No form of discrimination shall be thrown your way." He came closer to cup my chin up and force me to look him straight in the eye. "But your inclusion from this trip is a risk I cannot take."

the brunette said nudging Roman who gave him a death stare. “good morning princess, sorry theses idiots are here, these are Harry and Elijah” Harry was a brunette with green eyes while Elijah was hazel eyed with tattooed skin. “guys, this is Camila” “she looks good and I’m sure she’s also good in...” Harry started to say but he was cut off by Roman digging his eyebrow into his stomach. Harry fell to the ground with a dramatic groan and Elijah rolled his eyes. I chuckled.

“Who are you, Layla?” “I’m a daughter of the Russian mob,” she said, unwavering. “I’m a donna of the Italian Mafia. And I’m the mother of Eli Bennett. Which means that I’m Layla fucking Bennett, and I’m done running away from my problems.” My brows lifted, and my heart slammed my ribs. I’d never seen her look so fierce and beautiful. There was nothing about her I’d change—not her last name, not her vehemence, not her stance.

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?"

She needs to talk to him face to face . The name is Dr. Layla Davis. She has done her graduation and doing her internship in Grace hospital in Seattle. 24, single, the only child of the family . She has natural hazel eyes , waist length chocolate brown hair. Yesterday her best friend came with the biggest news ever . It was not only big but also quite shocking. *Flashback to yesterday* Layla opened the door and someone embrace her tightly . Surely she got scared cause she is not really fond of unwanted or unfamiliar touches but the warmth of hug was enough to know that she don't have to be scared . It's her Best friend .

“You haven’t even introduced yourself, Helen. Now you’re forcing vegetables on the poor young woman.” “I’m getting ahead of myself.” She laughs. “I’m Helen Wilson, and this is my husband Robert. We live just down the road, your closest neighbors.” “Oh,” I say, giving them a polite smile. “I’m Layla.” “Well, of course you are, dear! Just look at you. You’re a Gregory, through and through.” I blush deeply and smile, bobbing my head in thanks. Bailey gives me a knowing look before stepping forward to accept the basket of produce from Robert. “You didn’t have to drive over. I could have picked all of this up myself.”

His presence, his scent—everything about the man beside me steadied me, and before I knew it I was in the thick of the gathering of the Committee members. There was a long, uncomfortable stretch of silence until someone asked who I was. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, a silver-haired woman with crow’s feet at the corner of her eyes and an open, welcoming smile beat me to it. “By the goddess Jones, don’t be so beastly” she said with dancing eyes. “This is Hector’s fated, Layla Fabrini.” She waited a moment to let this piece of information sink in before addressing her next words to me.

CHAPTER 60 THIRD PERSON POV Ayra bent her head low. “I have some information I thought you might need.” “Yeah? What is it?” Layla’s eyes were glazed with disinterest. “It's about Mr. Sterling’s fiancée. I know of someone who hates her for the same reason that you do.” Layla’s eyes brightened at that, but she still didn't seem convinced. “Who is this person you speak of? Can I meet her?”

"Lainee is back at the pack. I needed her there to watch over them all." "Blaine wanted to come but she has to fill in for me," Allen added. Disappointment washed over me and I instantly felt stupid for thinking they would've came. Lainee's the Luna so she has to stay behind and Blaine is the Beta sister. I should've known.