Layla Mckenzie Novels & Stories

Her delusional mind was shattered into pieces and her heart trembled with fear at the possibility that something terrible might happen and foil her plans. So, that day…… the conversation between Mark and Jay… was not a dream. It is true that Maya is alive and mated to the legendary alpha Ashton! She is also a luna, and of a powerful pack! "Jesus! What did I do?" Lily almost shoved her head into the wall.

She turned to Lady Macbeth with a raised brown and a curious look on. " There is? " She asked and Lady Macbeth burst into laughter. " Of course there isn't, your look says it all, you don't wanna leave " She teased and Layla turned away from her in embarrassment tho she had rolled her eyes secretly. " So, where do you live? Or where do you work? " Lady Macbeth asked as they both continued their cooking. " I live down the streets in New York and I worked as a server in Yummy restaurant, you must know the restaurant, it's really popular " She explained and Lady Macbeth nodded.

Been Amelia's best friend, she refers to her mother as Mom. Fiona hit her hand on the table again to get their attention. which made Layla wonder if she was made of steel or something. They all stopped talking and turned their attention to her. "We just need to find a way to get into that house. Once we are in, everything is clear " she stated sternly. "I… I don't think I want to be part of this mafia drama" Layla stammered. She was shivering in fear and at the same time, she lowered her head. Getting on Fiona's wrong side or plotting against a mafia lord, she could not tell which was worse.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Tiny said as he looked around. "Oh, there they are! Hawk! Gunner! Come here, there's someone I want you to meet." "This is Layla, Bear's kid. Layla this is Hawk and Gunner." I shook their hands. They were both blond haired and blue eyed. Hawk looked to be in his late 50's and Gunner was a handsome 19 year old with a mess of longer blond hair. Of course. Was anyone ugly in this town? "Layla was working at a auto shop in Chicago and is looking for a part time job here. I know that you are looking for some extra help." Tiny said as my Dad came over to stand next to me.

HERMES "I Am NOT a mole, we have been through this before," Layla professed, her eyes running from one face to another. "No one said anything about being a mole Layla," Gregory said, his head tilting below. They were expecting Layla's ability to detect moles as a true blood to be made manifest, but I doubt if she was fully aware of her abilities as a true blood except for the ones that had been made manifest earlier. "You are a true blood, do your thing," a gruffy voice belonging to Rosa said.

I asked. Um, no. The Pack is great. Joe is great," Layla said, but I could tell she wasn't being truthful. "Look, Layla. I know you are afraid to speak to me. I can tell, but I am here to help," I said and then I looked at the little girl that was sitting on her lap. "What is your sisters name?" I asked "Her name is Britney," Layla said "How old is she?" I asked "She will be three next month," Layla said

“And who are your parents, girl?” Layla shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny. “Claire Wilkes is my mother. I’m adopted.” Nathaniel’s glass slipped from his fingers, shattering on the table. Red wine spread across the white tablecloth like blood. “Impossible,” he breathed. “Father!” Abigail hissed, dabbing at the spreading stain. “Control yourself!” But Alpha Nathaniel ignored his daughter, still staring at Layla. “Where did you get that dress?” he demanded suddenly.

Perfect place to hide someone you didn't want found. As I moved through the underbrush, my mind betrayed me by dragging up memories I'd spent months trying to bury. The rejection ceremony. Racheal's face. The way her silver eyes had dimmed when I'd spoken those words. *"I, Alpha Mike Freeman of the Crimson Moon Pack, reject you, Racheal Snyder, as my mate and Luna."*

“Let the cage feel like a palace.” I knew Marcus was watching me again. He was subtle, but not perfect. Damon’s most trusted man always left a trace. I played along. Took calls on the speaker. Stuck to meetings that meant nothing. Wore obedience like perfume. But I’d learned from Damon himself, never play just one game. That’s why I contacted Layla. She met me in the back room of a wellness spa, clipboard in hand, nails glossy and perfect. The façade of a stylist. The voice of something else entirely.