Layla Miller Novels & Stories

I said. "Well, well." Mother looked at the camera with a smile, and said, "Greetings, ladies and gentlemen! This is Ophelia Maine, a former model from the old golden years. It's a pleasure to be back to the exposure of the media again. And more importantly, it's quite considerate of everyone to give me a chance to host a talk show with my wonderful daughter, Charlotte." Everyone's attention was on hers, like a queen who holds the entire stage on top of her palm. "But yet, the surprise isn't over yet. Let us welcome another guest who will be with us today… Jake Hayes!"

She stared at Erdogan who smiled and rubbed her hair. "Hey!" One of the parents of the class tapped Layla on the shoulder. Layla turned to look at her, "Yes" She looked at the person that tapped her and it was a woman. "Your children are so cute and obedient. Only if mine was half as cute as yours, instead they only know how to cause trouble for me" The woman strikes up a conversation causing Layla to smile. "But you love them. I'm Layla Knightley by the way" Layla introduced herself.

“Who is Irina?” “The Alpha’s sister.” She said, looking down at her feet. “And who are you?” I asked, hating the attitude. But this was the one way that a house would run. Otherwise, maids would be trying to either bargain, sell information out of the house, or rebel using whatever they knew. That was something that I was going to cut before it happened. “A maid, Luna.” She said, and I nodded as I crossed my arms over my chest. “Then who gives you the fucking right to eavesdrop and spread anything about your employers?” I asked, and she looked down at her feet as she tried to find the right response. “Get out of my sight and I don’t want to see your face, do you understand me?”

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

She stated and thought I have already made the decision, I had to ask her a question. "Why do you want to help me?" I asked her and she sighed rolling my eyes. "Number one, because I'm a profeminist. Two, I'm actually helping myself. So, are you in or not?" "Of course." I nodded. "Bethany, who else is working with Makaila's father apart from you?" I asked and she looked at me for a moment, probably deliberating whether to tell me or not. "Jackson and Tyler." She deadpan and I cussed.

Anna nods, he sounded experienced, he knew the world but not in the way she did. "Thank you, I'm Anna Lu" Anna stretched out a hand to him He stared at that hand for a moment before taking it "I’m Dylan, Dylan Yang” Dylan raised the girl up, carrying her in his arms he walked towards the dock where her wheel chair was. Despite it being a great weather in the morning, the night wind was cold and with their clothes being wet, the cold became almost unbearable.

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.

"Hello, Prick." Maxwell’s face darkened, his royal authority instantly threatened. "Do you know I am a royal prince? How dare you call me this? I will have you beheaded!" he threatened, his voice rising in anger. Layla’s chin went up, her small stature suddenly holding an immense amount of dignity and fire. "Do you know who I am?" she challenged him. "I am Princess Layla, wife of Prince Lucian Stark. The Commander of all armies and Defender of the Country! He has done a better job than you! Hmph! Plus, he is so much older than you! So, in this relation, I am your elder sister-in-law! Little brother-in-law!"

She bolted toward him. Blake reacted instinctively, stepping forward and raising a hand to block her. Layla, however, was too euphoric to notice. “Zac, it’s really you?” she gushed. “I’m Layla, daughter of the Brook Group. You’ve heard of us, right? I’m your biggest fan. I love you, Zac! That worthless coffee girl spilled water on your photo, so I slapped her!” She smiled brightly, undeterred by Zac’s lack of expression. She reached for him, but Blake stepped in.

She felt much more relaxed, and this spy no longer seemed like a monstrosity. Layla Smith, a distant relative of Lilian on her mother’s side, was the caregiver’s name. She was around forty years old. Layla appeared to be an honest woman who spoke a few words and lied. She brought little with her, and neither did Hailey. With teamwork, they unpacked fairly quickly. Because this was a special occasion, Hailey packed a red packet for Layla. The latter thanked her, saying, “Thank you, young lady,” and pocketed the money.