Layla Majnun Novels & Stories

“What I feel for you, that’s the realest thing in the world.” He looked at Layla and saw her staring back at her and she had the strangest expression on her face. She seemed confused, nay, she seemed amazed, no, she seemed about to smile, no, she seemed about to cry. Then, she looked away and stared blankly in front of her, and after a minute, she bowed down.

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—

She gawked, trying to verify if Eleanor was saying what she was thinking or if she was blowing things out of proportion in her mind. “You seemed surprised by it? Haven’t you been seeing her in your dreams?” Eleanor frowned. “Was I supposed to? I’ve only dreamt of Zayne and Alaric since I turned twenty. Even those dreams weren’t clear until I met them in real life.” Layla scrunched her brows. She hadn’t even known the goddess existed until she stepped into the supernatural world, but Eleanor was insinuating that she was supposed to be used to seeing her already. “You don’t remember dreaming of any lady in white? A voice? Even a silhouette? The moon? Nothing at all? Try to remember.”

________________________________________ Christian's POV Everyone was gone. Makaila and I were the only ones at home. I got the room ready with candles and rose petals on the bed. I just wanted tonight to be really perfect. It's going to be her first time and I wanted it to be worth while. As soon as I was done with the arranging and the music playing there was a knock on the door.

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.