Layla Majnun Novels & Stories

Leo held my hand and asked. "Yes, I'm fine" I raised my eyes and ran into a line of sight. For some reason I pulled my hands from Leo's in panic as if I'm afraid of being caught. When I looked again, I could not see the person. It was just as if I was hallucinating. What exactly is going on with me today? "I am Madame Virginia, Luna Layla, It's nice to see you. Is this your babu? She looks so cute" She pitched Quincy's cheek lightly as Quincy giggled.

Still, Levi hesitated, not entirely at ease. “If you need anything, let me know right away.” “I will,” Layla said, smiling as she waved him off. She turned and immediately found herself face-to-face with a group of brightly dressed women, all flashing enthusiastic smiles. “You’re Layla Xander, right? The one and only Begonia!” “We’ve seen your work. It’s amazing!” “You even shot a personal series for Daniel, right? I’m a huge fan! What’s he like in real life?” Layla was at a loss for words.

To her, Denzel is more like a pair of diamond shoes she was about to try, but someone else snatched it from the aisle first. “I don’t remember you asking me out or me saying yes.” Layla watches Naomi getting closer to Denzel but instead of being green-eyed, a frown stretches on her glassy skin. Pure rage and disgust for her rival blur her vision momentarily. Layla remembers her mission and focuses her binoculars back onto the man sitting alone at the table inside the cafe, holding his head between his hands. She waits on him stealthily like a predator waiting on a prey. About a minute later, the man seems to have collected his feelings and walks out through the glass door. By the time he tur

Lyra My father is a respected husband and father, a model citizen, a role model to the youth, and a revered elder of our pack. Yet from the first day I was born, he wanted me dead. I thought getting married to Alpha Damian was going to protect me from him, but his long hands of hatred still reached me there. And now, because of him, my husband wants me dead. My name is Elyra Forte and I am on the run. My breath came in ragged gasps, each step sending sharp jolts of pain through my body. The weight of my pregnancy slowed me down, but I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t risk being caught—not now, not ever.

I heard that much from Layla. Ma'mun is the first, Kamil the second, Sa'ad the third, and Layla the forth and only child of her mother. The rest were from Alhaji Abdullah's late chadian wife who died when Sa'ad was six which explains his exotic looks and hair. Layla who apparently likes me a lot, found a way to whisper to me details of their family that even G****e could never have given me.

I owe him, he helps me a lot by his wisdom and kindness. “Hello! the free woman, what a plearure to see you in my office.” He gives me a large smile that I like and approach me to hug me. He used to call me FREE WOMAN cause of two reasons; first; it is the meaning of Laya (it’s an Arabic name). Second, and the most important thing, he wants me to believe and feel that word, to be liberated from the past. “Sit.” Ushering toward the couch. “How things doing with you Laya?” He asks.

JONAS POV My heart pounded like a war drum in my chest, each beat echoing the confirmation of my suspicions about Lisa. The words of her brothers were the final piece of the puzzle, solidifying the truth I had suspected—Lisa was indeed Kiara. The woman, who had been the object of both my love and hatred for years, was within my reach, oblivious to her true identity. It was a bitter irony that her so-called brothers, as unreliable as autumn leaves in the wind, couldn’t protect her secret. A secret, I wagered, she was unaware of, having been fed a diet of lies.

Slowly, she stood and walked to her window and pushed the curtain aside slightly. The street was quiet and empty,no headlights,no black car waiting in the distance. Elias was gone.Of course he was. He would never linger where he didn’t control the space. Layla lowered the curtain as her phone buzzed again and this time it was a text. Unknown number. Her heart pounded as she opened it. A single grainy, dark image taken from a distance loaded. It was her,leaning into a car,kissing someone through the driver’s window. Her breath left her in a sharp, silent gasp.

I begged her not to do this, but she wanted this life and for some dumb ass reason she wanted that guy. When I got home Layla lost her mind that Alley took off with some guy and nearly killed me. Never piss off a pregnant woman, they are fucking vicious. I was too heartbroken that Alley rejected me that it didn't even register that he was the guy she got the ecstasy from. She went with him to keep the pills flowing in her system.

"We just share the same name. The pregnancy is indeed quite a coincidence. It's an honor to share the same name as the Shadow pack's Luna!" Julie nodded in agreement. "It's a beautiful name! You're so lucky!" Then she said sympathetically, "He's so pitiful. His Luna left him because of a misunderstanding. Do you think his Luna will forgive him after seeing this video?" I shook my head gently, my tone firm. "I don't think so. His Luna must have given him many chances and only left when she was completely heartbroken. As for misunderstandings, I believe there are no misunderstandings when faced with facts."