Layla Majnun Novels & Stories

She was always walking a precarious line, stuck between striving to earn her mother’s love, and avoiding her ever increasing wrath. Layla, after finally giving birth to what she considered“her worst mistake” had turned to a drug addict alongside her addiction to alcohol which she made an emotional crutch, to replace the men and women, she could never manage to keep around. Yes Layla was a bisexual woman and has multiple affair with both genders in the past and in all she failed to keep a successful relationship with any of them. Layla would never admit that it was her attitude, and complete lack of respect for anyone other than herself, that drove potential partners away after only brief spu

Alex was deeply compassionate toward her, recognizing the crushing, impoverished life she had endured. Tragically, Magdalena mistook his professional mercy for a reciprocating devotion. She convinced herself that he was as consumed by her as she was by him. She gave no thought to the future, nor did she formulate any real plans; she simply believed, with absolute, tragic certainty, that Alex and she were destined to be together. A few days before the operation, after putting her child to sleep, Magdalena slipped toward Alex’s room under the cover of darkness. She crept down the hallway quietly, pretending she had urgent medical business with the doctor at midnight.

She tilts her head to one side as she looks at Riley, then motions us to follow her as she says, “My Beta’s Sebastian, Marian and Monique, and of course Zach, who just ran off with one-off your warriors.” “You don't seem real happy about that, Layla.” She raises her eyebrows at me, “Why would I be?” “You don't believe in the mate bond, Layla?” She snorts as she says, “Nope, not anymore.” Riley mind-links me again, “What are you doing?” “I have no idea Gray is restless; the sound of her voice is driving me nuts; take a look at her ass, no, on second thoughts, don't Riley, under no circumstances are you to look at her ass.”

All wolves deserves a pack and was granted a pack title by the Alpha, no matter how dark a status the pack may have. It is possible to say they're pursuers from the dark packs. I squint my eyes but as I force myself to look further, my vision began to turn blurry. The moment my head felt light, my body follows weakly falling down. The happening was so fast it's almost too scary. In the midst of losing consciousness, I still witnessed the way the carriage doors opened before a man with white long hair and peculiar purple eyes stares at me with a smirk. "It is beyond the greatest pleasures to lay my humble eyes on you, Luna Leaxandra."

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.

Layla sometimes wondered if she was under the influence of alcohol or some substances because the way she talked and did things didn't seem to amaze her. "The next in line is go look for a proper man," Fey said as Leo approached from a distance, and Layla spotted him. She couldn't understand how he was able to locate them or what he was doing here. Fey couldn't see him because she backed him. Layla attempted to stop Fey from rambling, but Fey didn't grasp her signals. "A man who matches my status. A man I can take care of financially. Money isn't the problem. We need to find a rich, romantic man with the perfect height…" Fey continued,

Maybe he was right? Layla pushes forward as she feels my feelings, she was intrigued by what was making me feel so conflicted and uncomfortable

Aurora heard Layla's voice in her mind and her eyes widened, she wondered how Layla was able to do that but she knew that it wasn't black magic, the effort reeked with desperation and hard work. People under control like Layla weren't even able to grasp a good control of their own emotions talk less of poking other people's minds. So it means that Layla wasn't as crazy as the Mistress thought and everything she had been doing since she entered the room was an effort to get closer to her. “I…I want to talk to you alone,” Layla's voice sounded so tired and weak that it almost brought tears to her eyes. The woman was the brightest ray of sunshine she had ever seen.

“ Of course! I’d love to.” The green eyed monster of jealousy reared it’s head inside Layla’s mind as she watched Rhea flash a blinding smile at Jimin. First, her brother. Then, some warriors. Now, her crush. She silently scoffed and walked in the opposite direction. * Layla was never good at listening to instructions or concerns, so she ignored Jimin’s suggestion for her to get some rest. She went over to where the spies were kept to see the ‘torment’ Jimin mentioned, by herself. When she got there, she spotted the Pack’s cruelest and crudest warrior crouched in front of the jail, with Xavier standing beside him.

“You’re delusional.” She laughed again. “Am I? Because I found your little secret café without even trying. If I can find this, imagine what else I could find if I put in real effort.” I swallowed hard. “Why are you doing this?” Her smile vanished, replaced with a deep frown. “Because you don’t belong with him.” “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” She sat back, her voice lowering, calm as poison. “He’s too young for you, Layla. Too naive. You’re… well, you’ve lived your life already. He still has his ahead of him. You’re not equals. And everyone knows it.”