Layla Majnun Novels & Stories

Chandran took the help of Maayan's sister who is also a witch and corrupted her mind to detach Maayan's soul from Layla. And to keep the connection weak, Maayan shouldn't sleep with Layla. But the night when she told that Chandran would do anything to see her fall and also she expressed her trust for him after making love with him. It broke all his determination and beliefs and he went to Chandran's realm to ask him to stop everything as he was going to reveal everything to Layla and he was going to do whatever she tells him. Chandran got angry and used his divine power to make him go unconscious.

'Wait, what? She let out a questioning voice and made a confused expression. Chandler raised an eyebrow. This was not the time to be thinking about being the recipient to an unrequited attraction but her drunk mind was already picturing long fingers slide down and settle at her waist. The feeling had not yet subsided and she reluctantly kept on thinking of Levi, despite having a famous, well off, well built man with a double life who might pose a threat to her plans right in front of her. Chander's sudden interruption brought her back.

Dominic watched as the blonde haired woman who happened to be Maeve Casalengo walked up to him, a snarl on her face. He had to admit, she was a beautiful woman, although that had never been hard for him to admit before. Of course, Maeve Casalengo was a beautiful woman and not only was she beautiful, she was also sexy as fuck and that short pink dress was doing nothing to hide all the sexy parts of her body. Nope, Dominic cut that part of his brain off. Not tonight. He needed to concentrate and not think of how long her legs looked in this heels or how…..uhn uhn. No, not tonight.

"Can you believe that some arrogant rich guys asked me out to dinner. Like who does he think he is?" She continued to rant about her day to Azaera who was less interested in whatever she had to say and was simply enjoying the stroking. Layla looked at her cat and found out that she wasn't listening and simply smiled. She was a lovely black cat. Everytime she looked into her blue eyes, she was reminded of her mother. She sighed sadly but resigned to the fact that she was in a better place. She didn't deserve to see her husband drunk and naked , fucking ladies that don't know how to shave. She was in a much better place.

Lady Macbeth released a smile together with a small bow before making her exit. " She's flawless.... and pretty too " Shane muttered on his own. *** The Girl's Apartment *** " You're still on this. Really? " Mirah asked unbelievably. Layla raised her brows. " What are you talking about!? " Layla asked in a sarcastic manner. " Is it really that hard for you to let go of him?, You two can be never be together. You should really make a fast decision in accepting that you two are from different worlds. Totally different worlds " She explained and Layla sighed.

Logan's P. O. V. The one thing that I truly ever admired about Layla was the fact that she had a taste for art too. It's not every day you would come across a woman who genuinely appreciates deep arts and not just mere flowers and rainbows and books. Layla was a rare one and the idea set a fire igniting inside me. So I knew the perfect place to take her tonight. I asked my driver to take us to the famous Fleur Del Mansioné. This is famous among the french, as it's origin is from Spain, many of it's branches in cities like Florida, new York, Canada and Puerto Rico.

“How’s it?” Layla sat down. She drank the glass of wine on the table and gobbled four glasses of wine she served herself. “I need to use the restroom.” She excused herself and strode out of the hall. Mia sat down and picked up the wineglass on the table. She saw the label on the wine bottle and opened her mouth, shocked. “The drink is alcoholic!” Layla felt dizzy as she turned to the corner of the toilet. She looked up and read wrong, and she mistakenly turned to the male toilet. She opened the door and Asher turned to her with his trousers unzipped.

Seeing how everyone has worked hard to overcome the enemies, Layla truly felt useless. She’s not a fighter. She’s not even inclined to train. She’s terribly clumsy. Just like her father, she’s more of a thinker than a warrior. She has a good memory and she likes to read and analyzing things. It’s one of the things which made her believe the city is where she belonged.

The venue buzzed with a considerable crowd, creating a vibrant and lively atmosphere. Preferring solitude over crowds, Faye and Nadia sought a quiet corner to settle. Breaking the silence, Nadia said, "Are you thinking about Layla, the talented lady of the Reed family?" Faye nodded slightly, her gaze fixed on Nadia. "Are you well-acquainted with her, Nadia?" Nadia nodded in return. "I crossed paths with her before my marriage. Layla possesses remarkable medical skills, quick-wittedness, and a gentle, charming demeanor."

Her mutterings were a crazed litany, a mantra of hate and obsession. Layla's face was twisted in a snarl, her eyes flashing with a malevolent intensity. She paced back and forth, her movements frenzied, as if she was trapped in a cage of her own making. Her mind was a maelstrom of emotions, a whirlpool of hate and anger that threatened to consume her.