Layla Hagen Novels & Stories

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

"Did your own tongue not previously declare that your spirit holds the absolute highest affinity for Hayden's rank?" "Affirmative! My system loves Hayden past any asset on the ice, but my mind explicitly desires to play for Robert right now, because Robert lacks the cognitive capability to identify if my fingers commit a massive performance error on the keys," Layla explains with perfect childlike logic. A warm smile breaks across my face. "Hayden’s processing grid completely lacks the capacity to detect if your fingers miss a musical marker as well! His genius parameters hold zero training lines regarding piano execution." Layla’s features freeze in total surprise. "Oh, your calculation is

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.

“Who is it?” “She said her name is Layla” “Oh Layla. Let her come in” “Okay” Steph said and walked out. A minute later, the door opened and Layla walked in a short blue gown revealing half of her cleavage and a black high heel. “Hi, Hayden” she smiled biting her lower lips. “Layla. Didn’t know you were coming” “Wanted to surprise you but your secretary is so so annoying” she frowned. “You can’t blame her. She was simply doing her job”

“Mr. Beaumont, I’m in deep trouble. I… I accidentally crossed Serena. Please, can you help me? For the sake of my service to Mr. Montague? If not, I swear I’m going to end up in jail.” Hugo exhaled a ribbon of smoke, his head sinking back into the pillows. Beside him, a woman lounged against the sheets, her perfume mingling with the sharp scent of tobacco. He raised an eyebrow at Layla’s words, momentarily amused. Layla—of all people. She was the only other woman, besides Serena herself, who had managed to entangle with Alexander. Not the cleverest of women, but she bore a faint resemblance to Serena, enough that Hugo sometimes wondered if that alone was her only appeal. And who knew? Perhap

I can always distinguish her voice from among a thousand and know which one belongs to her… the one and only, Layla Jackson. I turned to see Layla, standing behind me in Cream white sandals, putting on a black flared above knee-length high waist skirt and a cream white off shoulder crop top. Her slender arms were adorned in a chain and leather bracelets. Her now milk coffee hair were tired in two pig tails with scanty bangs that fell on her face and she constantly twirl the front strands of her hair. Honestly, Layla is a very beautiful woman, an epitome of beauty just as Rein is the definition of handsomeness standards. I bet they took it from their mom who is a goddess of beauty.

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.

The cemetery was not luxurious per se, but it was the place where Layla Hart, Adrian’s grandmother, rested. Adrian did not know much about Layla’s life, but from what he knew, she was born into the Hart family—a wealthy family in Northrive. She had gone through life with a silver spoon in her mouth, receiving the best education possible. When Layla grew up, she became not only the most beautiful woman in Northrive but a learned one. Perhaps it was during the later years of her life that she crossed paths with Harold and got together with her. Despite her family’s objections, Layla went on to marry into the Xander family and later helped him form the Xander Group.

I looked down at his hand and realized he was the one crying her luggage. “Kenzal, it doesn't matter that's how we play around,” Layla stood up from the floor and walked to Kendall, “Let me reintroduce myself, I'm Dr. Mrs. Layla Brayon Juhani, the youngest director at Juhani pharmaceutical company and the only daughter-in-law to Mr Juhani,” I was proud of the way Layla introduced herself. “You married into power, good for you, you are bragging with your in-laws’ achievement but not yours or your family's achievement,” Kendall smirked.

Within a few minutes, she received the attacker's information from an anonymous source. "Wow, I did not expect this." She mumbled in amazement as her eyes skimmed past the files. PS: *The organisation Hila used to work in was divide into many groups called clans. There were the main branches: Hian Hoshi Hian Ji Hian Fang Hian Lao These groups were considered to birth the best assasins, with the Hian Hoshi (Hila's clan) at the topmost. I This explains why she easily got information from the Elder.