Layla Majnun Novels & Stories

I just wished someone would invent some kind of alcohol enjoyable to drown the sorrows in, but doesn't have the after effects of hangover. After I felt strong enough to attempt to walk again and limped my way to the kitchen. As I reached the kitchen a heart stopping view was before my eyes. Layla...was cooking breakfast while dancing to probably her favorite song because her earsets were plugged in her ears She was all over the kitchen, jumping around like an idiot as she prepared what seemed like pancakes I would never let her know that I loved pancakes, because she may sprinkle spices all over them and this time she would probably send me straight to the opposite of hell

Tabitha tried to be supportive. "No, I think he is." Layla pulled on the bottom of her tunic. "Oh! That's harsh for a mate." Tabitha laughed. "Tab, he is not my mate." Layla said solemnly. Tabitha's jaw dropped. "What do you mean? How do you know?" Layla scanned the area for any eavesdroppers and pulled Tabitha close to her. "I already have a mate," she whispered. Tabitha scoffed, "yeah, Alistar."

All she could think of was her goal. As long as Serena was out of the picture, she would be the only woman in Alexander’s life. Clutching the little packet when it was slipped into her hand, Layla left Broadway Bar with her heart pounding and her mind racing. The night air outside was heavy with exhaust and the faint reek of spilled beer, but to her it smelled like possibility. Without hesitation, she headed straight for Serena’s company—her fingers tightening around the poison as though it were her ticket to victory.

Her eyes water and she barges through the changing room door. Chad obviously had his tongue down her throat again. Poor Lisa doesn't have a clue the man wants her beneath him so badly. He's so blinded by his desire for her he hasn't realised Lisa bats for the other team. I've warned her on multiple occasions to tell him, but she refuses to and that's her problem. I turn and walk into the changing room and get ready. I dim the room of its bright light. "Hi, my name's LAYLA." I close my eyes and bow, kneeling. "I am here for your pleasure."

Chapter 41 Layla’s POV Everything that just happened played like a movie to me,I had to pinch myself to make sure I was not imagining things. Like what has come over him? I wish I could meet a goddess that can read minds so I can know what he is thinking right now. Or should I visit a soothsayer? No, that will be a waste of time. I am so confused as hell, I don’t know my husband at all, is like I am working in circles over and over again, are men this complicated to understand?

Times New Roman "Oh I see you have visited Thelma the cannibalistic witch," Layla said with a smile. One look at her and I know she was a psychopath. "So what next?" I asked. "I leave you to find your way," she said. "Leave us alone for the second time! What the hell is wrong with you?" L asked. I did not even know what to say. I just covered my eyes as I lay on the ground. "The path you seek is straight ahead," Layla said and disappeared again.

Adham and Naomy smiled, and Adham glanced toward the hall to see Layla, his sister, standing in the corner, smiling at him and waving her hand with joy. Beside her stood her husband, Yassin. Layla, Adham’s only sister, with whom he shared an exceptionally close bond of love and tenderness since childhood, looked on this wedding night as if she were part of a royal tale herself. She was tall, her light brown hair cascading softly over her shoulders, shimmering under the hall lights, and her warm eyes reflected the compassion and gentleness that defined her heart. She wore a simple yet elegant evening gown in an ivory hue, draping lightly over her figure, revealing her slender arms and accentu

Carlos explained and Travis gasped, shocked. “So, the common enemy is Bruno. Then, who is Layla?” He asked and Carlos sighed. “Layla is no other person but Raquel Castro, your ex wife…”

she told the male who was staring at Layla without blinking. Layla scoffed at her statement "have you not heard about mate bond and mate pull?" she told her while her eyes were glued to the man in front of her. He has a good height of 6'0 and has perfectly styled chestnut brown hair with blue eyes. Finally, on Layla's statement, that man smiled and shook his head... "and didn't I tell you, mia, that my mate would surely be the one with sarcasm" he told her, and on his statement, Layla blushed furiously... {now this is the way to meet your mate for the first time...}

"That soul is you, Layla," Niniane said softly. "You are the reincarnation of Alita Vonpor. The woman that Atreus fell in love with centuries ago." Layla's head was spinning at Niniane's words and she felt like she was falling. If Niniane was right, it was why Ravana kept calling her Alita. "No," Layla said with a shake of her head. "That can't be right." "I wouldn't lie about something like this, Layla," Niniane said softly. "It was only a matter of time before your two souls found one another again. I'm just surprised it took as long as it did."