Novelas y relatos de Layla Miller

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

"Mr. Clodan, thank you for dinner, I had a very good time." "I'm glad, Miss Layla. We hope to see you again soon," the man replied kindly. "Allow one of our drivers to take you back." "I appreciate it." Before leaving, Layla said goodbye to her friend, who did not look at all happy due to the previous conversation. Athena didn't manage to get anything out of Layla, despite insisting that she tell her. The redhead simply mentioned that it was for work, since she holds the position of artistic director at a modeling agency, in charge of the development of the agency's image and style, conceptualized in photo shoots and campaigns.

“Layla?” The woman stood from her seat fast. She ran up to me, and looked me over. “Lucifer! It’s Layla! The woman jumped up and down, her breast bouncing so hard, they looked like they were going to come out of the fabric. She hugged me tightly, making me feel like I was in between closing walls. “I... can’t… breath…” I got out a few words before she squeezed all the air out of my lungs. “Breath?” The lady asked, like it was a weird statement. She looked at Jamira.

With all this happening, she was determined to make the company rise again so she could rub her success in the face of her enemies who said she would fail. Rosy was working on some project files she believed would help make some difference in the company's performing metrics when her phone buzzed with a message. She shifted her gaze to her phone and saw Lyla's name in the bubble notification. She picked up her phone, unlocked the screen and tapped on the image which she had downloaded into her gallery. Her eyes widened at what she saw. The original documents of Mingle International. The document she was tasked to look for. From the content Lyla sent to her, she realized Mingle International

Megan had been with Whitmore Capital long enough to know that silence usually meant I expected an explanation, and she gave me one without waiting to be asked. “She’s a strong candidate, Harvey. Her experience at Wellington & Price aligns with most of what we’re looking for, she meets the technical requirements, and some of the work she included with the application stood out during screening.” I glanced back at the résumé. Layla Miller had submitted it shortly after two that afternoon for a Senior Investment Analyst position at Whitmore Capital. Of all the firms in New York, she had chosen mine. I wouldn’t be interested in you if your bank account had enough

I whispered. "They'll be here soon" Layla said and we nodded. We were currently seating around a table big enough to accommodate everyone. "She's here" Layla said as we all stood up and turned to the entrance. "Michelle Grande" Layla said walking up to her and she took her hands in hers. "Nice to meet you" "The pleasure is all mine!" The Michelle lady replied and they began to walk towards us. "Can we get started?!" I asked immediately she took her seat .

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

One of the pack members yelled from the crowd. “Then we prove them wrong. With Luna as our alpha, we will not only have a strong, capable leader but someone who makes us untouchable. She is who Brax chose to lead us.” Nick looked over at me and gave me a warm smile. “I bow to Alpha Luna,” he declared, taking a knee.

“Pay no attention to her; she just wants to chase clout to fit in with the popular crowd, nothing else.” “But that is clearly not happening," a voice said behind them as they turned to see who that was. “ I’m sorry for startling you. I’m Tia, Tia Williams," the pretty girl introduced. ~ ~ ~ “ You lost that right, Zac; the fact that I’ve been patient enough to listen to your crap doesn’t give you the effort to talk down on me,” Aly added, cutting him off. She had gone to the shop to grab some snacks for herself when she bumped into Zac.

Delcan walked back into the room,when she was all dressed and sat down next to Chantelle. He looked her in the eyes and said, "I know that was probably awkward, and I'm sorry if I crossed a line. But I want you to know that you can trust me. I won't do anything that you're not comfortable with, and I'll always respect your boundaries. You're safe with me." Chantelle felt tears welling up in her eyes, but they were tears of gratitude, not sadness. She felt like she could finally start to let go of her past and begin to heal.