Layla Miller Novels & Stories

I said as Stefano scrambled onto Max’s back as he spun, “Although at least if we have to go to the ER, I might get to see Milly. I haven’t seen her in weeks.” Now twenty-seven, Milly had fine-tuned her powers and was the best Doctor we had. She could heal any wound without breaking a sweat. We’d hardly lost any soldiers to injuries in years. “She is continually working,” Max said, “The woman never rests.” “Well, tell her the Luna has ordered her to take a day off soon and meet me for a coffee. I miss her.” “Will do,” he said as Madeleine joined the ‘climb Maxy’ game.

Alex and Jessica both were warriors and were dedicated to the Pack. Lacie went with black leather pants, a lace black top with a cami underneath and black heels. Lily was sporting a green leather mid-thigh dress with short sleeves and black ankle boots. Monica was all black – black mini skirt with black corset style top and black heels. I chose my signature black skinny jeans, black tank with my black leather jacket and black leather heeled boots.

“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

"Lainee is back at the pack. I needed her there to watch over them all." "Blaine wanted to come but she has to fill in for me," Allen added. Disappointment washed over me and I instantly felt stupid for thinking they would've came. Lainee's the Luna so she has to stay behind and Blaine is the Beta sister. I should've known.

Rain had painted her like grief itself. Her gaze moved between Fiona and Charles and then settled on Jamaica. "Thanks for hearing me out," she said softly, holding a folder to her chest. Jamaica pointed to the chair across from her. "Sit." Layla complied. Her hands shook as she placed the folder on the table. "I worked for Miss Drams. I was her personal assistant. I—I did not realize what I was a part of until it was too late." Charles leaned forward. "You have evidence?"

the one standing by the left I knew well enough. "Kaila..." Her name came out of my lips. "What brings you here?" Kaila didn't answer, rolling her eyes like the small brat she was. "So you're trying to tell me that your brother... Noah Reynolds, is getting married to this?" The lady at the forefront of the trip asked Layla, still staring at me...her eyes filled with disgust. She was the one who spoke earlier. She looked older than Kaila, actually even the older girl looked older than her.

Meanwhile, Jelena Savage was facing a challenge in her office. On her desk was a letter and painted on the letter was the lifelike image of a beautiful white lily. This was the presence of Primal, the white Lily represented unblemished Al. The claim of Primal was to restore the Al race to what they originally were. It was popularly known among humans and Al that Primal had caused the Crisis but the Coalition Administration and leaders of the Human Alliance knew better.

“I’m sorry, I think you’ve mistaken me for someone else.” Keisha just looked at the woman. “You sound awfully familiar for a mistake,” the woman said with a stunned expression. “I know some people look alike, but this is . . . You have to be Lana.” “There you are, Martha, I’ve been–” the man began to say and stopped talking when he looked at Layla. This was getting weird. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but my name is Layla Miles.” “Um, you’re going to have to excuse us, miss,” the man said. “You just look like someone we . . . knew.”

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she said and sit on her desk. "Amber, Celestia." I was about to stand up when I saw Celestia 2.0 go in the front. I almost forgot that I'm in Hilary's body. This event. I remember this event. "Congrats Hilary! She got the highest score of ninety-nine over a hundred!" Our teacher says before giving me the paper. I look at the paper and the score. I look at Celestia 2.0 but she avoids my eye contact.