Layla Knight Novels & Stories

she shouted at them. When no one dared to speak, Elena nodded. “Better. Now let’s get back to practice,” she announced. Layla cautiously approached Elena. Elena looked down at her, waiting. Layla cleared her throat, filled with unshed tears. “Thanks,” she managed to say. “For?” “For standing up for me,” Layla expressed. “You should stand tall and never allow any form of disrespect. You are the Luna, soon to be Queen,” Layla couldn't help but feel that might not be the case, given the ongoing talks. The pack might already be against her impending marriage to Demetrius. She held back her tears, determined to have Elena by her side, despite the circumstances.

In the end, my family's warriors stayed behind to persuade me. "Princess, come back to Silvermoon City with us." It wasn't the first time they had tried to convince me. I slumped down beside them, lifting my head to meet their hopeful gazes. They were the guardians of the Silvermoon royal bloodline, the strongest pack in the Northern Territories. And I, Layla Silvermoon, was their princess. I should have received the finest training in the Northern Territories, preparing to become the future queen. But five years ago at the Packs Summit, the Moon Goddess had let me sense that Kyle was my destined mate. So had I followed him to this barren wasteland.

Rain had painted her like grief itself. Her gaze moved between Fiona and Charles and then settled on Jamaica. "Thanks for hearing me out," she said softly, holding a folder to her chest. Jamaica pointed to the chair across from her. "Sit." Layla complied. Her hands shook as she placed the folder on the table. "I worked for Miss Drams. I was her personal assistant. I—I did not realize what I was a part of until it was too late." Charles leaned forward. "You have evidence?"

Avery was confused. "Didn't you say you like Hayden the most?" "Yes! I do like Hayden the best, but I only want to play for Robert, because Robert wouldn't know if I played it wrongly," Layla explained. Avery smiled. "Hayden doesn't know if you played it wrongly or not too! He doesn't know how to play the piano." Layla was stunned. "Oh, you're right! I thought that Hayden was a superhero. He knows how to do everything! Hehe!"

He told her with a growl. I rolled my eyes and sent him through a portal. "Wait then what is his last name?" She asked me. "Not telling, and don't even ask the Warriors, I've got permission to kill them if they tell Henry's last name to someone." She looked at them and they nodded in confirmation. "It is true, Luna Channing, she won't kill us in the way you're thinking. She'd really just kick our asses the next time we train." One told her, before looking at me. "Alpha Layton said we are at your disposal."

“ I will, thank you,” Layla said to Kendra and hung up. Even though she was worried, she had to obey Layla’s decision not to get involved. Layla changed into a pair of joggers and a mini top after she and Kendra needed the conversation. Looking at her face in the mirror, she was horrified at how terrible she looked because of the tears she had shed. She washed her face and wanted to use makeup to cover her eye bags and the redness but on second thought, she left it, she brushed her hair and went downstairs

“Layla, I am not the only one who knows the Lucas’s dirty secrets, but others are afraid to voice out. But I am ready to get justice, even if it will cost my life,” President Mason kneeled, and Layla quickly stood up. She walked to his side and raised him. She forced him to sit down, and she returned to her seat with her eyes full of tears that were fighting for the freedom to come out, but she forced them back. Tears rushed out of President Mason, and he wiped them. “Layla, doing this means killing two birds with one stone. You will pay the price for success and be the voice of the voiceless. Pathfinder for the weak and justice realm founder,”

Lyla said almost crying when she couldn't contain her guilt any more. Lily was taken aback by Lyla's words. "Lyla, why? Did I do anything wrong?" Lily asked in confusion. Lyla snapped and with the little strength she had, yelled at Lily. "That is the problem, Lily. You are too kind, too caring, too perfect. Can't you do something evil even for once in your life? Leave me alone. I am bad, I am evil...." Lyla continued to yell at Lily but her voice trailed off as she began to pant for air.

Layla cupped Faye's face, her eyes brimming with tears. Owing to her early misfortunes, Layla always believed that ladies shouldn't stand out too much. Recognizing Faye's natural intelligence, she had advised her to maintain a low profile and, unless necessary, to keep her talents concealed. Faye always held onto the wisdom her mother imparted. Despite excelling in various endeavors over the years, she refrained from boasting, a lesson ingrained by her mother. However, Layla never anticipated that her daughter would hide her achievements from her. Layla might have remained oblivious to Faye's true identity as Dr. Connor without today's revelation.

"Derrick is sending warriors to search for you. You're being hunted and....." "Just stop!" I yelled with teary eyes. Each stupid reveal of his were things I already knew, things that almost cost me my life. Things that wanted me dead and gone. Things that called for just one solution - revenge. In a flash, all my hurt turned to a mixture of fear and anger. I desperately wanted to make Freya burn, and make Derrick beg me for his life. But what I wasn't sure of was if I was ready for war, yet. Cian watched me closely. “This is your chance, Layla. Are you still willing to take it?"