Novel & Cerita Layla Hagen

“Yes. I don’t know how, but… I heard you say I’m brave, and that I’m safe here.” Calista’s mouth fell open, but before she could respond, the door creaked open, and the healer came in carrying a bowl of herbal soup usually given to the wolves who have just given birth. Sable was a small, wiry woman in her late 50s with sharp eyes that missed nothing, and she had a calming presence that had been a godsend during the chaos of my labor. “Sable,” Calista said, her voice still laced with shock. “Lyra just… she said she can hear my thoughts.”

She wore a warm smile, holding up a small placard in one hand and a mic in the other. "Hello, everyone and welcome to the 15th edition of X!!" - She cheered loudly, arousing the applause of everyone present. " As every other year, we are dedicated to awarding the most excellent amongst our actors - ranging from new best comers to top - tier actors on our lists." "I'm Shayna Taylor and as always i'm your lovely host of tonight's event." - She blew a kiss, grinning widely. The crowd cheered once more, erupting in a frivolous applause.

The door to the meeting room swung open, and a woman stepped in. She was tall, strikingly beautiful, with long brunette hair that cascaded over her shoulders in effortless waves. Her features were sharp, poised, the kind of beauty that looked almost sculpted. There was an air of sophistication about her, but beneath the surface, something about her felt… cold. Calculated. She walked toward Owen, coming to stand beside him that made me want to claw his hair out. Woh, Where did that thought come from? “Everyone, meet Layla Miller,” Owen introduced her. “She will be taking over as senior general manager, effective immediately.”

"don't touch." He took his hand back, worry written all over his face. "I'll make them save you, Blair." "Blair is gone, Blair is gone, no more Blair." Jack sat there thinking for a second, staring deep into my eyes, searching for answers to help them. "Luna Wicken, you are strong stronger than any other magical creature. The stroys tell the tale of how you are worshipped and feared by all. Make those stroys true and fight" he put his hand on my knee.

the one standing by the left I knew well enough. "Kaila..." Her name came out of my lips. "What brings you here?" Kaila didn't answer, rolling her eyes like the small brat she was. "So you're trying to tell me that your brother... Noah Reynolds, is getting married to this?" The lady at the forefront of the trip asked Layla, still staring at me...her eyes filled with disgust. She was the one who spoke earlier. She looked older than Kaila, actually even the older girl looked older than her.

Serena also pulled up Layla's return rate statistics for the team to review. "Layla not only has impressive numbers, but her return rate is the lowest. She always works with brands that prioritize quality, which is why her followers trust her choices. I've already reached out to Layla and she's interested in collaborating with our Kade clothing brand. However, her condition is that quality must be impeccable, with no issues whatsoever. She plans to send her team to audit our quality standards. I believe she's the perfect candidate for the host role. What do you all think?"

Brianna joined in to help her sister, but I had Tracy in a tight lock and I wasn't going to loosen up even if the world was ending. Unfortunately, my anger was short-lived. I fell back as a cold and thunderous voice rumbled through the air. “What in Gaia's sake is happening here?” Her voice cut through my bone line razor sharp blade. Her heels clicked on the floor, pulling an unnerving cloud of fear with her. “Lena, you'd better have a perfect explanation, or I'm gonna skin you alive for trying to harm my daughters!” She snapped.

With all this happening, she was determined to make the company rise again so she could rub her success in the face of her enemies who said she would fail. Rosy was working on some project files she believed would help make some difference in the company's performing metrics when her phone buzzed with a message. She shifted her gaze to her phone and saw Lyla's name in the bubble notification. She picked up her phone, unlocked the screen and tapped on the image which she had downloaded into her gallery. Her eyes widened at what she saw. The original documents of Mingle International. The document she was tasked to look for. From the content Lyla sent to her, she realized Mingle International

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.