Layla Majnun Novels & Stories

“Alodia, I love you so much! I don’t even know why I love you so much. Why won’t I forgive you? And I’ve even already accepted that my family won’t ever forgive me again, except for Aunt Fairuza and Mala. Mala by the way left home to come to me in Bucharest last week because she didn’t want to marry the kid she is engaged with. It’s only Aunt Fairuza who’s supporting her until now. But of course, I’m helping Mala to get on her feet by hiring her in my company and she’s happy where she is now. And… she was sad to see me sad because you were not with me.” “But I left you so that you needn’t have to pay back to your Gypsy king…” she reasoned, tears still running down her face. “He didn’t ask an

Layla’s POV She is really here. The person I had been searching for. The air went still, and it felt as if time had frozen. My gaze fixed on the figure wearing a black cloak. I couldn’t see her, but I could feel it. She was the one. I stepped down from the stairs nervously. It’s been a long time since I saw Raina, although we never had a normal childhood, I still loved her. I finally got to where she was, as I was about to reach out my hand to touch her, Maisie came out of a room screaming.

“Layla?” The woman stood from her seat fast. She ran up to me, and looked me over. “Lucifer! It’s Layla! The woman jumped up and down, her breast bouncing so hard, they looked like they were going to come out of the fabric. She hugged me tightly, making me feel like I was in between closing walls. “I... can’t… breath…” I got out a few words before she squeezed all the air out of my lungs. “Breath?” The lady asked, like it was a weird statement. She looked at Jamira.

It's been a month since I last saw him, he was so angry, but why? Wasn't all that feel real? It's nothing, I need to go forward, but how? I'm so lost, but I need to, I've lost my love, it doesn't mean I've lost my whole life, There are less than three months left until the exams, that's what matters now. - Layla, how are you? - I'm fine - Where have you been? We miss you

That self-loving man, always scripting and acting for himself! Madman!!! Layla cursed someone more times than ever before. At the same time, she deeply understood why people called this man a madman! However, she didn't know yet… the realm of madness has many levels. This… was just a small part of it.

Layla Pov Her friend Kenya arrived to her flat and found her pacing up and down, her apartment was beautiful it was penthouse overlooking the city it was even more beautiful at night because all the city lights illuminated even without lights and she was now driving the latent Range rover she looked and smelled like success. Yet her conscious was not at ease, " Layla what is wrong and please do not say nothing because as much as you should be happy with your new house and apartment I can clearly see something is still bothering you. You do not look happy in the least, when we go out you are always in your thoughts you are worrying me what is happening. "

She couldn’t even enjoy it,’ Layla scoffed, walking over to the closet and looking for a sexy gown for the night. ‘So what’s the plan?’ Ayla questioned Layla since she looked like she had already decided to take some steps. ‘It is Aramis’ first night back. He must be devastated. I want him to feel like I am the only one who truly loves him while his precious Luna Queen took away his kids and left him alone. I am here for him,’ Layla told Ayla all about her plans while preparing for the night.

And then she clasped her hands tightly, breathing in and out as quietly as she could, a futile attempt at meditation. Rain tapped lightly against her window, a gentle rhythm at odds with the chaos in her skull. Layla stared at her reflection in the dark windowpane. She was a girl who had lost her mother to silence, her sister to her father’s ambition, and now she was losing her sanity to her own. She was a girl about to do something unforgivable, wrapping the violence in the pretty paper of necessity. Her phone buzzed, and Damien’s reply appeared. “Sure. Come anytime.”

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 DANIEL After what felt like a thousand years, Layla finally turned toward me, her amber eyes settling on mine. "I don't know why you would assume I was in trouble simply because I'm dating Mato. But I can assure you, I'm in no trouble at all." From the corner of my eye, I noticed her flick her nails as her palm lay on the bar. Dead giveaway.

She said, her voice slow and there was a deep warning tone to it. I shivered at her words, then a smile lit up my face again and I turned to her, "I'm not going to let you ruin my special day with your eerie words, Jenny." I said and she smirked. "What do you think is so special about your eighteenth birthday, Layla?" She asked, her eyes mocking as she stared at me. I smiled even more broadly, "I get my wish," I said dreamily. "What I've been dreaming and praying to the moon goddess for years can finally come true today, my mate!"