Layla Miller Novels & Stories

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.

Layla quickly discovered the strangeness in Lyly's words and actions. So she quickly spoke up against Lyly's words. Layla suspects that this is a plan that Millianna and Lyly have arranged in advance. Lyly was startled by Layla's words. She assumed that no one noticed this suspicious point, so she was very confident. But Lyly didn't expect Layla to find out so quickly. Lyly was quite embarrassed, she said.

"Sure thing Will. I'll be there in a minute." In an instant, the expresso machines whizzed on and she got to work. Layla had been working at Will's Coffee shop for almost two years. It wasn't her dream job but at least it kept her off the streets and put a little money in her pocket. She had a degree in Business Administration from Stanford but getting a job as a minority group was really hard in New York and America in general. But she loved working for Will and she also loved properly made coffee and made latte's like a pro. Before long, all the orders were ready. She put them on a tray and set them out. "Carmen! Orders are ready." Carmen was Layla's best friend, probably because they were

“Who are you, Layla?” “I’m a daughter of the Russian mob,” she said, unwavering. “I’m a donna of the Italian Mafia. And I’m the mother of Eli Bennett. Which means that I’m Layla fucking Bennett, and I’m done running away from my problems.” My brows lifted, and my heart slammed my ribs. I’d never seen her look so fierce and beautiful. There was nothing about her I’d change—not her last name, not her vehemence, not her stance.

Atreus watched her, his eyes gleaming with entertainment almost as if he knew what she was thinking. Layla dropped her gaze and took another drink. 'Get it together!' she thought to herself. "What about you, Layla?" Atreus asked, bringing Layla's eyes back to his. "What are you currently pursuing?" "Right now, I'm in college majoring in anthropology at the University of Miami in Florida. I'm actually about to graduate next semester. Then I'll pursue a forensic research position," Layla said with a shrug. "I've always been captivated with anything ancient and uncovering lost relics."

It's been a month since I last saw him, he was so angry, but why? Wasn't all that feel real? It's nothing, I need to go forward, but how? I'm so lost, but I need to, I've lost my love, it doesn't mean I've lost my whole life, There are less than three months left until the exams, that's what matters now. - Layla, how are you? - I'm fine - Where have you been? We miss you

She asks sweetly and I happily nod my head while Lucas just stares at her. “So to start with the most obvious one. No, I am not his sister, we just work together.” She answers and my eyes widen. “Oh god. Don’t tell me you work in IT.” I say as I remember Carter telling me his ex-used to work with him. “Oh, so you did tell her about Angela.” She teases Lucas and he just rolls his eyes, “No, I am not Angela, his ex and to put you at ease. I am happily married with a kid. Lucas and I are just coworkers. Well, I am his boss actually.”

she teased. "You're not my friend- we're not friends." I corrected, "I don't even know your name." "Fine then," she dropped her fork and extended her arm to me, blocking me from taking another bite of my pizza, "I'm Celeste." I knew what she was doing, this friend thing was all a ruse, I've had a bunch of other girls come to me asking to be my friend then going ahead, without my say, to plan a sleepover at my house like I wasn't even there, "Look, if you're trying to be friends with me to get with Blake, you can just come out and say that."

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

Yes Enzo has made my womanhood feel things that I’m curious about exploring but he had no rights. “He’s wrong, I am hungry,” I told her, I’m not even going to bother with explaining myself to anyone let them think what they want. Today I put myself in a box and conceal it, today I’m no longer myself. I'm Dwayne Isla Martagos daughter, a classy lady that doesn’t misbehave or speak her mind. She just smiles and agrees and does what she’s told, including meeting my fiancé. “What can I get for you?” Selma asked.