Layla Miller Novels & Stories

You could tell that she was really angry from her voice. But still, Amelia did not get the person she was talking about. Chloe called almost every person she did not like a bitch so, she was not sure who she was talking about at the moment. “Who?” “That bitch, Layla!” she said the name through gritted teeth. Amelia was startled when she heard the name. When she had gone overseas, Chloe had told her that Layla had debuted as a model under the History Entertainment agency. The company was managed by her grandmother, the iron lady herself, Eva.

She had thought pressing close to… Desmond might have ignited a spark, a chance for her to weave herself into his world. Instead, she had been exposed and shamed, her hopes dashed in the glare of the crowd. Though whispers floated around Layla like venomous bees, soft yet stinging, she caught every cruel word. She wished the floor would swallow her whole. “How absurd! Did she really think that would seduce Mr. Miller? She should know better than to play such foolish games." “Look at Mr. Miller and that stunning woman, such a perfect pair. Layla’s got no chance. But wait… Who's the man holding that stunning woman? He's even more handsome than Mr. Miller!"

The door to the meeting room swung open, and a woman stepped in. She was tall, strikingly beautiful, with long brunette hair that cascaded over her shoulders in effortless waves. Her features were sharp, poised, the kind of beauty that looked almost sculpted. There was an air of sophistication about her, but beneath the surface, something about her felt… cold. Calculated. She walked toward Owen, coming to stand beside him that made me want to claw his hair out. Woh, Where did that thought come from? “Everyone, meet Layla Miller,” Owen introduced her. “She will be taking over as senior general manager, effective immediately.”

He walked and stopped in front of her . "Who are you?" "I had told you . My name is Layla Davis" "Stop f**king with me and tell me who you are? How do you these , did quinta told you that?" Layla shook her head in negative. "Believe me Timothy , I'm no harm to you or your mission . You will know who I'm . I didn't lied anything to you . Yes Felix Miller is after me , if he get me I don't know whether he will kill me or torture me till death . But I swear , I need help right now . Please , you can tell quinta to double check me . I don't have anything . I can't tell you who really I'm but you will get to know once we arrive at Seattle. Please believe me for once."

Mia’s lips pressed together, but before she could respond, another girl—short, with red curls and a sharp gaze—stepped forward. “She’s good,” she admitted. “Like… really good.” I arched a brow. “You’re…?” The redhead grinned. “Layla Carter. Co-captain. And I love this little surprise.” Mia shot her a look, but Layla just shrugged. One of the other senior members spoke up—a brunette with bright green eyes and toned arms. “She should try this part of the routine,” she suggested. Then, she turned to me. “It’s a tough one. You up for it?”

Confusion caught a greater part of him. “ You have to believe me, this isn't part of my surprise.” Layla was pacing up and down like a mad woman. She was ready to make things right, she had even ignored Justin for his sake but it was obvious he had been deceiving her all along. “ not part of your surprise indeed, so tell me, who else has access to your house aside from you?” Layla asked and recalled the artistic words before she scattered the bed. ‘ FOR YOU SUGAR’

, She is having some trouble. "Later", she answered. "Cheer up Lay", I smiled at her. "Let's have lunch", she invited me. I gladly joined her. After having our lunch we returned to my office. "Here. I want you to model for my new product", I said extending a contract file. Layla is the top model in Country. With her beautiful face and her killer body she is amazing. I really admire her when she used to pose on stages. The energy and vibe she possess is extraordinary.

Layla was pissed that she was flirting with Jimin and was doing it so good and she turned away, trying her best to avoid committing murder. “Layla would kill you if you do that,” Rhea who was already down helping to loosen the chains, whispered to Megan. Megan stared at her, wondering who she was and Rhea got the hint and quickly introduced herself. “Rhea Damon,” Rhea smiled. “I’ve heard a little about you, Megan. It’s nice to finally meet you in person.” “Rhea Damon,” Megan batted her eyelids as she assessed the Lycan king’s daughter from head to toe. “I’ve heard so little about you too. Who are you? Dan’s adopted child?”