Layla Hagen Novels & Stories

Giada's heart still fluttering from Kye's unexpected gesture. ~~~ Alyona was in high spirits, her smile reflecting the joy she felt at the news of Elon and Ida's new baby girl. She quickly made a note to visit them at the hospital later that day, eager to meet the newest addition to their family. She was thrilled by the success of her new product launch, which had made waves in the market and was selling at an impressive pace. Her hard work and dedication were paying off, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

HERMES "I Am NOT a mole, we have been through this before," Layla professed, her eyes running from one face to another. "No one said anything about being a mole Layla," Gregory said, his head tilting below. They were expecting Layla's ability to detect moles as a true blood to be made manifest, but I doubt if she was fully aware of her abilities as a true blood except for the ones that had been made manifest earlier. "You are a true blood, do your thing," a gruffy voice belonging to Rosa said.

“Glad to see you made it, Luna Layla, but I didn’t expect you to bring the Lycan King.” “He is my fiancé now. Why wouldn’t I have him accompany me? I’m certain this involves us both,” Layla says gracefully. She looks gorgeous in a black skirt and red silk top, paired with black heels, and her hair is pinned back in a loose bun. She looks like a sexy little secretary, and somehow that’s sexy-as-fuck. A few strands of her blond hair framing her face, her sea-blue eyes trained on the three men. “Well, this is concerning some misconduct possibly from the king’s pack-”

“Hey! I don’t need people to babysit m- also it’s important to figure out which screams suits me. Now when we have time, we’ll do the laugh. I feel like a big ‘hahaha’ suits me more than a giggle and-” “Jake is an expert in this, you know. You should ask him to sit with you.” I say and Jake widens his eyes at me before giving me an angry look. “Jake! Is that you?” I hear a sweet voice making me whip my head around in the direction of the woman who broke up with Jake a month before their wedding, I finally got a good look at her. The last time I had just seen her from a distance but now here she was standing in front of me looking so simple and beautiful. She was short with dark brown hair an

They turned as Elara approached, their smiles plastic and predatory. "Ladies, meet Layla—Colden's new bride," Elara announced, her voice dripping with faux enthusiasm. "Layla, this is Susan, Serena, and Margot. We've all known Colden forever. Tell us, how did you two meet? Was it love at first sight, or something more... practical?"

I know everyone will be at the hall by now but it feels eery, creepy almost. We cross through into the main Packhouse and it’s the same story. Silence. When we get to the hall, Dylan leads me up a staircase and to where a balcony is. I see Layla first. She’s wearing a dress of vibrant oranges and reds that clings to her body and shows how strong she is too. She looks stunning, with her hair all styled up. Beside her is a woman who I assume must be a relative from the facial similarities and then my eyes find Aeron.

And her clothes… her hair…’ Zev couldn’t help but let his curiosity get the best of him as he watched the ‘Layla’ who was bubbly and cheery while speaking to a mysterious person he still couldn’t recognize. Layla’s face was beaming with joy as she slightly brushed off the silver strands of her hair. She was wearing a green-colored, lacy dress, flowing smoothly down to her ankles. She was barefooted but no scratch nor dirt were to be seen in her feet. What’s more captivating about her were the green crystal like eyes that kept glowing brightly as she continued talking.

“You’ll need strength. Today will be long.” Hours later, Magda’s room was a flurry of satin and pins. Layla sat at the vanity as a makeup artist swept foundation across her skin. The champagne gown she’d chosen shimmered faintly with beaded detail, catching the light every time she shifted. She studied her reflection: older now, wiser perhaps, but still carrying the same little-girl dreams tucked somewhere deep inside. Behind her, Magda stood as Haddassah fussed over her gown’s train. She was radiant, veil draped like a cloud over her shoulders, dark curls crowned with pearls.

we have always been trying to, but according to rumors we were going to hit the Jackpot soon. " Haengbog" she called my attention. I was the star model of Lee's modelling agency. We were a very popular agency here in Seoul, Miss Ji Hae Soo was the wife of an American business Tycoon in LA, Mr Jake Gabriel. He owned a textile agency in Seoul, it was headed by Miss Ji Hae Soo's brother so the public wouldn't know who really owned it and they were competing with the Olysters. He also owned an Energy drink brand in LA. He used it as a font to get closer to the Olysters.