روايات وقصص ضمن Layla Majnun

She can't pretend she's not terrified. "No!" "Don't do that!" she stressed, shaking her head repeatedly as her eyes filled with tears. "Goodbye! Bitch!" She threw the stick in her direction. Layla's eyes were filled with dread when she caught sight of the fast-moving stick approaching her. At this moment, her tiny life was visible in her eyesight. Her happy moment, her sad moment, everything she could imagine in just a few seconds. 'So, this is my end.' She speaks inside her mind and shuts her eyes, regretting all her life mistakes. She hated herself for choosing Jamil as her mate. She will never get to this tragic end if it's not him.

When service paused for the Torah reading, she slipped down the aisle toward him. “What are you doing here?” she hissed under her breath. He turned, amused. “Good morning to you too.” “I mean it. Are you Jewish?” “No.” He smiled faintly. “I’m here with a friend.” “A friend?” Her voice pitched higher than she meant. “Yes. Magdalene.” The name landed in her chest like a stone. Layla’s lips parted, then closed again. “Oh.” He tilted his head, studying her. “Why do you sound… jealous?”

Lenor - Come on, do not act like a child, relax one night with your friends and leave tomorrow. Layla - You are right, everything will be settled slowly. I will never lie to Adnan again, I promise. Lenor-Let's girls toast, for life. Mihriban-For life and love. Layla-For life, love, and hope, the hope that dies last. Lenor-That's right, nicely said hope never dies, as long as we hope we live. *** Lenor-Layla, good luck and see you. Layla: Yes, I really need luck, I do not know how to behave at home now.

Alli didn’t answer. Didn’t move. Just stared, teeth sinking into her lip until the taste of blood caught her tongue. Then came the next one. The one that blew the air right out of her lungs. Layla: I’m pregnant. Alli’s heart stopped. Literally stopped. She blinked. Read it again. No. No way. Layla was lying. Manipulating. Stirring the pot like she always did. But even as the denial surged, something in her gut said—

“You don’t remember dreaming of any lady in white? A voice? Even a silhouette? The moon? Nothing at all? Try to remember.” Layla pursed her lips and scrunched her brows, searching her brain for any memory she had pushed aside that could relate to what Eleanor was saying. “Nothing at all.” She shook her head, dropping her shoulders. “The only thing strange I remember happening to me was seeing Alaric and Zayne and hearing the word Moon Child in my dreams.” “Do you at least remember seeing me?” Eleanor fussed. Her expression twisted into fear and worry, and Layla’s lips pressed to a thin line.

I sighed and looked at Makaila. "So where were we..." I leaned in again. She smiled and leaned closer to. Just as our lips were about to meet again.... "If you guys need anything, like condom...." Rita popped her head in with a big goofy smile on her face. "RITA!!!" We both snapped at her. She laughed as she finally left us alone. She's hella Crazy. ***** Makaila's POV

I ask as I get worried for him. "A bit maybe but in a few seconds I won't be, I think." He says. "What do you-" I start to ask but get distracted by fireworks which I really love very much and always get distracted by them. I stand up and walk near the railing to enjoy it. Soon the fireworks start to reach their climax and one big firework writes a question in the sky and my eyes widen in shock. It says, 'WILL YOU MARRY ME?' and a Lily flower firework is the last thing I see on the sky. I turn around to look at Ryan only to not see him there but down on his knees and that is the moment I choose to lose my consciousness.

♥♥♥♥ “What?” Layla’s voice trembled in disbelief. She sat across from her stepmother, Margot, in the quiet private room. Margot didn’t even glance at her, she sipped her tea slowly, like the situation was nothing more than a casual conversation. Margot’s tone was calm, too calm. “You’ll be getting married.” Layla blinked, unable to comprehend her words. “Married? To who?” Margot finally looked up, her eyes cold and sharp. “To a man named Lucian Hilton. He’s the illegitimate son of a powerful family, older, wealthy, and… let’s just say, not the kind of man you refuse.”

Joseph called out gently. After some minutes, Joseph heard a rustle from behind. He saw a woman approaching him as he turned back. "Are you Ms. Lilac Styles?" Joseph looked at the woman. The woman seemed a little hesitant at first, but then she replied, "Yes, I am Lilac Styles. What do you want from me?" "No, ma'am. I don't want anything from you. Today I'm assigned as your angel, and I have to escort you to the stairs of heaven," Joseph's eyes were sweet.

Layla gets up and looks at my cock like she has never seen one before. "-May I touch it? Layla asks curiously. -Of course, you can. Do you know what this is? -Umm… No… I have never seen one." Layla replies, touching my cock and making it get as hard as possible. While Layla was touching my dick, I explain to her that I am a futanari, gifted with both a pussy and a dick. She is mesmerized by my dick and keeps playing with it until I ask her nicely to stop.