Layla Majnun

"You keep saying he died of black magic, but you're not telling me exactly how he died. If what you're saying is true... what happened to him??" I ask her with a raise of my brows. "The magic consumed him. He became power hungry. He started absorbing the powers from members of our coven. He wanted it all for himself. He had to be put down. He had to be stopped" She explains "Mom, what are you saying? Are you insinuating what I think you are? What do you mean he had to be put down??" The windows to her room bang open and cool breeze is rushing in, making the papers in her room fly haphazardly. "Layla, you have to calm down." She motions towards me. "So the coven killed him?? They killed my father and you didn't do anything about it????" I scream at the top of my lungs, the lights still flickering, tears pooling in my eyes and wind blowing in through the windows. "He killed two people from our coven! His eyes were completely black! The magic had completely taken over him. Your dad wasn't there anymore. So yes, we killed him to protect the rest of the coven…"

Le jour de mon anniversaire, mon compagnon, Jackson, a épousé son premier amour dans une église. Quand je l'ai confronté, il m'a répondu froidement : « Layla a été empoisonnée par le poison du loup. Je ne fais que réaliser son dernier souhait. » « Tu nous vois vaiment trop tordus. Si j'avais été infidèle, tu l'aurais su, non ? » Il savait parfaitement que, pour le sauver, j'avais perdu mon âme de louve. Qu'entre lui et moi, il n'y avait plus cette connexion télépathique propre aux compagnons liés. Depuis longtemps, je n'étais plus qu'une ordinaire. Inutile. Je n'ai ni pleuré ni crié. En silence, j'ai pris rendez-vous chez la guérisseuse pour interrompre ma grossesse. Puis, j'ai quitté cette maison. À Jackson, je n'ai laissé qu'une lettre d'adieu, et un cadeau de divorce. Mais, sans que je comprenne pourquoi, Jackson — qui m'avait toujours traitée avec mépris — s'est mis à me chercher comme un fou, obsédé par ma trace.

What do a charming vampire professor and an intimidating alpha werewolf have in common? Nothing. Except a forbidden desire for a forbidden girl. *** When Layla Dele is invited to Nox-Luminis Academy, a prestigious school for supernaturals, she thinks she could finally have an escape from her terrible life. But all of her hopes are dashed when her powers, which she had no idea existed, are unleashed and her real evil nature emerges. Now she has two options: learn to harness her untamed powers to fight in a war she knows nothing about, or die. Dejected but not willing to give up her life, she chooses to study but is determined to prove she isn't a beacon of evil. But how can she focus when distraction comes in the form of a strange, magnetising connection with two extremely handsome men? The elegant vampire professor, the reason for her current predicament, whose innocent yet sensual touch and genuine assurance that he would protect her make her knees weak. And the gruff alpha, who rejected her as his mate in front of the whole student body but is extremely protective and shows his tender side only to her. Her heart feels like it knows them. Why does she feel so strongly for men she knows she can't have? And is she really the malevolent, evil creature everyone keeps calling her? Is there more than meets the eye? If there is, what is her role in the scheme of things?    

"t-they will k-kill me , pl-please save me . Please" She begged in front of him and almost fell on his knee he kept on Looking at her and inhaling on the cigar for a longer time. Red eyed fixed on her teary ones as he smoked out the nicotine stick . He scoffed at her pathetic state , so weak !! Too much innocent but that's the exact thing he hated the most . He hates weak people . "P-please , I ...I beg y-you" she started sobbing hard Looking down while he throws the cigar on his feet and stepped on it ... "She must be somewhere here , get her" they heard someone , clear as crystal . His eyes looked on the direction , of the source of sound . And her eyes got widen in horror . They are coming to kill her and there will be no one to protect her . "Come on Wifey , isn't this what married couple supposed to do on their wedding night?" Timothy said as his lips were ghosting on her neck . Every inch of her skin were shivering and hands trembling in fear. The fear which she faced years ago , when her dignity were ripping apart . Loud scream , yelling for help , when the monster was biting and feasting her like a meal . Layla tighten her lips and cleanched the bedsheets , Hoping this will end soon . "I never admire your beauty Darling , you're so beautiful . Damn I was blind all the time looking at those whores when I already have the most beautiful girl on earth. Join the journey of Laila Davis and Timothy Salvatore .

In this tale, two broken hearts are brought together by fate. Cradled with good news to give her husband about their unborn child, Esita caught him in bed with his lover and to add insult to injury, his lover attacked her while she was trying to get answers from him. This confrontation led to her miscarriage and an accident that almost claimed the life of Lucian Nut's only beloved daughter. For many years after his ex-wife and mate walked out on him and their daughter, Lucian had devoted his entire life to taking care of her so when her life was put at risk, he wasn't willing to back down and let the matter slide. However his daughter, Layla is a compassionate woman and sympathetized with Esita especially when her husband showed up with divorce papers for her to sign. Along the line, Lucian recognized Esita as his second chance mate but because she doesn't have her mate, Esita doesn't realize it until much later. Not wanting to be far away from his mate even though he wanted nothing to do with her, Lucian kept Esita around. When the council of elders hand him and ultimatum to get an heir or risk losing his Alpha status, he chooses someone else as a surrogate mother for his child but isn't ready to let Esita go. When jealousy and envy collide, Esita's life and that of her unborn child might be at risk unless Lucian steps up and saves them both from harm. With the arrival of his ex-wife back on the screen, things are about to be more complicated. Can Lucian protect his second chance mate and let go of the hurt of the past enough to be happy with her?

On my birthday, I personally prepare 16 dishes. After setting up the candlelight, I open a bottle of red wine. I take a photo and send it to my husband, Eric Sinclair. "I'm working late tonight. Don't wait for me," he replies. I choose to believe him. But after midnight, I notice an Instagram story posted by Shirley Huxley, his secretary. Eric was there with her, dressed in the trench coat I once gave him. They sat side by side in the VIP seat of football stadium where my favorite Super Bowl take place. Entwined in a passionate embrace, they kissed beneath a sea of shimmering lights and the roar of thousands of fans. That game is the one I have always longed to experience with him. I look down at the cold food on the table. Eric's words keep ringing in my head. "I hate kissing." "Marriage is a partnership, not about love and kisses." Though we've been married for ten years, we've never shared a single kiss. Meanwhile, he's out there, kissing Shirley openly and passionately. Despite it all, not a single tear falls from my eyes. The next day, Eric settles into his chair, completely unfazed. "Return the gallery to Shelly," he commands. I nod quietly, saying nothing. Suddenly, Layla Sinclair, my daughter, comes running down the stairs and throws herself into Shirley's arms. "Aunt Shirley, you're my favorite. I don't like Mom!" In that instant, it hits me—the home I devoted my heart and soul to means nothing anymore. It doesn't matter that I've been married to Eric for a decade. Now, all I want is to find myself again. I decide to accept an invitation from the Parisoir School of Fashion Design. From this moment on, I won't wait for them to come home, and I won't look back.