Layla Nicole Novels & Stories

“I’m Nyssa Wilde, an elite student in year one just like you.” Nyssa introduced herself, stretching out her hand. ‘She is talking to me. Why?’ Layla’s gaze flickered from the girl’s outstretched hand to her face, searching for anything like disgust or fear lurking on it. There was none. Her lips were curled into a smile, and her eyes glowed with optimism. “Um, it’s nice to meet you.” Layla replied, slowly putting her hand in hers as if it were the jaws of a shark.

That morning’s therapy session left her drained, so with Damien at work, she asked Izabella to take Keisha to the park at the end of the cul-de-sac so she could nap. Layla woke fresh and full of determination. She decided to make a call that could trigger more memories for her. It was risky, but it was a call she had to make. “Hello,” the familiar, deep, sexy voice answered. “Carter, this is Layla Miles.” She fingered the necklace that Alec had given her long ago.

‘I don’t know them. She ignored that person. That person was angered and came over to question Nicole. “Nicole, are you deaf? I was just calling you. Didn’t you hear me?” Nicole sized up the woman in front of her. She was arrogant, snobby, and just average in looks. She gently hooked her lips. “Who are you and why should I listen to you?” Nicole’s disregard and contempt made the woman in front of her even more infuriated. “I’m Luna, the daughter of KXY Group’s Chairman from Korea. I just debuted in Mediania and sang many songs. You don’t know me? I have over 300,000 fans now!”

She started, peering at Reyna. Reyna did not have to think twice to know what’s coming. She took a deep breath, getting herself ready for the absurd questions of a five year old child, propping her legs to the sofa too, she turned to her, a knowing smile on her lips as they started the conversation on how she got to know ‘uncle Niko’. ********* “You’re here.” Layla's father called out immediately when Niko entered the room. “Of course. I saw my favorite girl out there, she’s hanging with my girl.” Niko retorted.

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

I got home late from work, and Layla’s call came in. “Is everything okay?” I asked “Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about something” Layla began I took my seat and listened. “I’m all ears” I replied “It’s about Nicole. Can you take me to see her?” Layla let out. The question came as a shock to me, and I wasn’t expecting Layla to want to see Nicole. “Why would you want to see Nicole?” I asked inquisitively “Nothing. I guess I need closure on why Aria did all that to me,” Nicole explained

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

Like he's just spotted his prey and he's going in for the kill. Nicolae's POV: I watch Layla as she descends the large staircase towards me. She is wearing a beautiful maroon colored halter neck floor length dress that hugs every delicate inch of her body, tantalizing me with her every move. Her hair was curled beautifully and fell around her shoulders and her makeup made you focus on her eyes. Those beautiful eyes that made me feel like my soul was drowning. I could feel my teeth begin to extend as my hunger began to rise and heat filled my chest.

He stepped toward me with his hand reaching for my face. “Your eyes are a rare azure blue and stormy silver. Like a gem. It must be hard to go around with eyes like those, and hair with that tint in it.” He grabbed a strand of my hair, and looked at it. His face was in awe, but also had a hint of wonder. What was he thinking? “My name is Layla. What is yours?” I asked again, trying to get an answer. He was still looking at my hair. “Theodore..” He dropped my hair, and stepped back.