Layla Mckenzie Novels & Stories

So I will fight with her head on" Layla said as they looked at her but because they were busy fighting for their lives, no one had the time to disagree with her. "You want to take on me alone?" Helene laughed out at her confidence "No! Is dangerous! You are not even with a wolf right now and it is more dangerous than any other thing. I can not let you take that risk all by yourself." Santiago stopped her. "No. She was my Maid for a long time. I know her better than anyone. If there is anyone that is going to do this, then it is me" Layla said as Lily walked up to her and merged back with her before she could say anything.

She looks towards Leon, her eyes eagerly waiting for him to pick up the other cup, showing her eagerness to complete the ritual and enter her bridal chamber soon. She is a wolf born from the pinnacle of glory, her fighting instinct and the drive to perpetuate her lineage urging her to fulfill her duty quickly. She needs to produce an heir before the age of twenty-five. That is a deep secret related to Layla's bloodline, known only to her and her parents. Even Leon has never heard of it. Layla thinks it's fine that he doesn't know. After all, she is about to accomplish it. No more bad things will happen after that.

Tia said with a small smile, “or maybe I just know what it’s like to confuse admiration for affection.” Tyler’s expression softened. “Then let’s hope Layla figures it out before it’s too late.” Back at Kingston, Layla sat alone beneath one of the chestnut trees by the quad. Her sketchpad lay open on her lap, pencil moving in faint, absent strokes. The page held two figures, one drawn with sharp, clean lines, the other looser, shaded with depth and warmth. It didn’t take much to know who was who. A shadow fell across her page, and she looked up to find Malachi standing a few feet away, hands in his pockets, gaze cool but fixed.

Stella hasn’t been this happy since we left Baja, and they seem to have a spark between them. It’s all hard to wrap my head around. Layla, the healer and spa owner, is actually the ancestral founder and first Luna of the San Diego pack? And now my daughter - who’s related to Layla - was destined to rescue her Star Twin and reunite the two of them? I think about what Caleb told me about my late shift meaning that I was special. He turned out to be right, after all. If Layla and Ayala took this many centuries to access their wolves, what could they possibly be like?

Afterwards, the door was unlocked and opened. Layla walked in, wearing a gloomy expression as she approached us. She got to both of us then scanned the living room. "It was Traven." I clarified and she nodded. "Did he actually act anyhow convincing for you when you said you liked him?" Layla's eyes grew wide at Adalyn's voice. "How can Kaiden be getting married next week?" "Kaiden's getting married next week? Wow, someone's marrying that asshole?" She shook her head then froze as her head rotated to me, probably just heard Adalyn well enough. "You told Kaiden you liked him?!" She screamed. Her loud voice frightened me.

I looked down at his hand and realized he was the one crying her luggage. “Kenzal, it doesn't matter that's how we play around,” Layla stood up from the floor and walked to Kendall, “Let me reintroduce myself, I'm Dr. Mrs. Layla Brayon Juhani, the youngest director at Juhani pharmaceutical company and the only daughter-in-law to Mr Juhani,” I was proud of the way Layla introduced herself. “You married into power, good for you, you are bragging with your in-laws’ achievement but not yours or your family's achievement,” Kendall smirked.

Luna Layla laughed, her eyes shining with amusement. "Oh, Nora. You always know how to keep me grounded. But this time, I'm not afraid of falling. I've got Ethan to catch me," she said, her voice filled with love and devotion. Layla sat down on the couch and put on the television "Hazel Wynn, the new face of Brigadier, has signed a contract with the prestigious modeling agency." Layla's thoughts raced with disbelief and questions. How could Hazel be alive? “Ha...Hazel” She stammered

“And you, Aria, or whatever you call yourself. Have you no shame to get yourself entangled with a taken man? I assure you that I, Layla, am going to teach you a lesson that you will live to remember for the rest of your life.” Layla was a very beautiful woman. She had blue ocean eyes, and everyone said that they were the most beautiful eyes in the world. Her hair was caramel, and it was long enough to reach her waist. Her legs were long, and every time she walked the runway, she would leave heads turning. She came abroad to complete her major in modeling, and she was about to walk her first international show. She grew up alongside Damian and a bunch of other rich kids. She was the only one

He tried to strike up a conversation with Layla which Layla ignored. Eduardo just smiled. He then turned to me, the woman who was Layla close to. Ugh.... "So you are Stella Mckenzie? I have met your sister, Ella, in France. I attended one of her concerts." "Oh...Nice." What else could I say? "How long have you been friends with Layla?" You are being direct just after one question? I awkwardly stepped closer to Layla who was busy bickering with Levi. "Since childhood."

“Glad to see you made it, Luna Layla, but I didn’t expect you to bring the Lycan King.” “He is my fiancé now. Why wouldn’t I have him accompany me? I’m certain this involves us both,” Layla says gracefully. She looks gorgeous in a black skirt and red silk top, paired with black heels, and her hair is pinned back in a loose bun. She looks like a sexy little secretary, and somehow that’s sexy-as-fuck. A few strands of her blond hair framing her face, her sea-blue eyes trained on the three men. “Well, this is concerning some misconduct possibly from the king’s pack-”