Layla Hagen Novels & Stories

he adds in disgust. “How many baby mamas does he have?” “Just one more from what I could gather, a woman named Layla Freling. Not much on her, she’s as normal as Sonia Bressett, only thing they have in common is their shit taste in men,” he chuckles. “Wait, did you just say Layla Freling?” I say, standing up straighter, “Did she have a daughter named Hadleigh?” I ask. “How’d you know? Yeah, she has one child, a daughter named Hadleigh. Layla began receiving payments from Grigoras six months into her pregnancy and continues to receive them. Elijah and Hadleigh are half-siblings.”

"Mr. Clodan, thank you for dinner, I had a very good time." "I'm glad, Miss Layla. We hope to see you again soon," the man replied kindly. "Allow one of our drivers to take you back." "I appreciate it." Before leaving, Layla said goodbye to her friend, who did not look at all happy due to the previous conversation. Athena didn't manage to get anything out of Layla, despite insisting that she tell her. The redhead simply mentioned that it was for work, since she holds the position of artistic director at a modeling agency, in charge of the development of the agency's image and style, conceptualized in photo shoots and campaigns.

"Stupid asshole!!" Carla cursed under her breath as she made her way out of the company. Not only was she completely ignored by Nolan, but she was also insulted by Xander and that was something she was not going to take. "Please where can I find Layla, Layla Markos?" She heard someone ask and she stopped in her tracks. It wasn't the fact that someone was asking after Layla that pinned her interest, it was the surname. Layla just come to New York so whoever was that, knew Layla well enough to know her surname.

It was a tall, slender woman dressed smartly in a pantsuit, and her dark hair was tied up in a sleek bun. “Good afternoon, Mr Renfry.” She greeted him coolly, her eyes darted across his office assessingly, then she offered him a curt smile, “I am Layla, a representative of The Organization as I'm sure you are aware.” “Yes, I am, I've been expecting you.” He greeted her eagerly, approaching her with his hand outstretched. She took it, shook it once, and let go. They stood there in the middle of his office. Neither one of them said anything. Logan was starting to think things were getting awkward so he offered her a seat, “Please, come sit down. Can I get you anything to drink?”

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

"Yes. I've heard of these people. They say magic rumours around these lands and not any ordinary person goes through here." "People hate what they fear. This land is owned by your late father and it's ran by a lady who goes by the name Maggot Cicero. Though she only met with your father and not with anyone else." "What are we to see around these lands then?" "Your welcome. My name is Janet " greeted a young lady who approached us anonymously. "The mistress is ready to have a word with you miss Lyle." She said having me worried to my feet for the fact that she knew who I was and named me out with my title.

“Aren’t you getting late now?” Ryan asked helplessly as he saw Layla was still busy clicking pictures even after Zou Haoran arrived. On top of that, she had made that guy her photographer. He was speechless. What Ryan didn’t know was that Layla was charmed by Zou Haoran’s photography skills thus she unleashed her full desire today.

I dismissed the conversation and approached the table where a paper bag that I was sure a tupperware with food is placed inside. I felt she approached my direction. "You don't believe me, don't you? I'm dead serious here, Angela. You're stunning right now. Hays... If only I can make you mine and bring you to my home." "Huh?" I seemed to be deafened at what I heard. I shifted my gaze from the paper bag to my left side where Bel is currently standing. I didn't know if what I heard was correct. Her voice was so low that I could no longer hear it.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

" Jayden laughed, but he secretly hoped that this was true! If it was, he would be able to get Layla without exerting much effort! Helena was nothing compared to Layla! "Of course, honey!" Helena said firmly. "That's enough, Helena! Who would envy you or want to come between you? We're all old classmates! Can't we be civil?" Layla could no longer stand it. Helena was terribly paranoid. Besides, Layla would never want to date Jayden at all. After all, she was the chief surgeon at a top hospital.