Layla Knight Novels & Stories

"Hello, Prick." Maxwell’s face darkened, his royal authority instantly threatened. "Do you know I am a royal prince? How dare you call me this? I will have you beheaded!" he threatened, his voice rising in anger. Layla’s chin went up, her small stature suddenly holding an immense amount of dignity and fire. "Do you know who I am?" she challenged him. "I am Princess Layla, wife of Prince Lucian Stark. The Commander of all armies and Defender of the Country! He has done a better job than you! Hmph! Plus, he is so much older than you! So, in this relation, I am your elder sister-in-law! Little brother-in-law!"

She had trained for the last ten years for this opportunity and now at last, she was ready. Tomorrow she would finally embark on her mission and bring her parent’s murderer to justice. Layla was both excited and nervous, excited that she was finally being given this opportunity but nervous because Blake had told her that the Black Water Alpha was a cruel and ruthless man, who showed no mercy to anyone who opposed him. If she was caught before she killed him, she had no doubt that he would kill her without a second thought.

Still, Levi hesitated, not entirely at ease. “If you need anything, let me know right away.” “I will,” Layla said, smiling as she waved him off. She turned and immediately found herself face-to-face with a group of brightly dressed women, all flashing enthusiastic smiles. “You’re Layla Xander, right? The one and only Begonia!” “We’ve seen your work. It’s amazing!” “You even shot a personal series for Daniel, right? I’m a huge fan! What’s he like in real life?” Layla was at a loss for words.

I can hardly wait to see the love bug bite his ass. This is the first time in a long time. I have seen Layla in anything other than scrubs. Or her birthday suit. Tonight, my mate looks absolutely elegant in her knee-length black sequened gown and matching black heels. I love it when she styles her hair in that up-do thing as she calls it. it shows off my mark perfectly.

“And you, Aria, or whatever you call yourself. Have you no shame to get yourself entangled with a taken man? I assure you that I, Layla, am going to teach you a lesson that you will live to remember for the rest of your life.” Layla was a very beautiful woman. She had blue ocean eyes, and everyone said that they were the most beautiful eyes in the world. Her hair was caramel, and it was long enough to reach her waist. Her legs were long, and every time she walked the runway, she would leave heads turning. She came abroad to complete her major in modeling, and she was about to walk her first international show. She grew up alongside Damian and a bunch of other rich kids. She was the only one

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.

Layla was adamant on not letting Rhea on the fighting grounds, because it made the warriors wary and distracted. And she found out that some warriors had seen her fight Chloe, and according to the gossip, they thought she was a living weapon. To Layla’s dismay, Rhea was beginning to have fans among the ranks. They should be training hard, not gawking and whispering about a certain white haired Lycan princess. She gloomily told Rhea, “Still. You should stay away from the fighting grounds. Alpha Xavier might misunderstand and cause another scene.”

I stood behind her so that they would have a full view of her; after all, she was the Luna. “On behalf of the alpha, I want to specially welcome you all to our pack, Axelland,” Lyra said warmly, her voice carrying authority yet kindness. “Most of you know me as I have been with you for the past year. But for those who don’t know me, my name is Lyra. I am Damien’s mate, and this is Denise, his sister. He has been incredibly busy, but he extends his wishes and says he will come and see you when he has the time.”

Kylee hadn’t ascended yet because she was too young and she wouldn’t have her full powers yet. “Well, we have our demon, right? And what about Luna Rayne? Is she strong enough to be the witch?” Layla asks, cutting into the conversation, and I began to wonder if Luna Rayne would be strong enough. I knew her mother was in line to be the High Priestess and she had strong genes, but I wondered if having a full-blooded witch would be better to ensure that the dagger worked. We also had one other problem at hand and that was for them to be able to get through whatever force field that Natasha had set up.

Layla's face glowed with gratitude, her heart filled with love and appreciation for her mate and sister. "Thank you, Ethan. Thank you, Nora. Your support means everything to me. I won't let you down." With a deep breath, Layla stood up, her shoulders squared and her head held high. She was ready to face her first meeting as the Luna, armed with the love and support of her family. “Prepare a pretty dress for the Luna, with some matching heels and a bag” Nora informed the maids “Yes ma’am” They bowed and walked out of the dining room while some stayed back