Layla Nicole Novels & Stories

She said, her voice slow and there was a deep warning tone to it. I shivered at her words, then a smile lit up my face again and I turned to her, "I'm not going to let you ruin my special day with your eerie words, Jenny." I said and she smirked. "What do you think is so special about your eighteenth birthday, Layla?" She asked, her eyes mocking as she stared at me. I smiled even more broadly, "I get my wish," I said dreamily. "What I've been dreaming and praying to the moon goddess for years can finally come true today, my mate!"

"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.

The stained yellow linoleum looked more like dried urine, and the water drips on the off-white walls reflected the artificial light like streams of stomach bile. Kylee turned her attention to the peeling mirror. Usually she didn’t notice herself, but now she pulled the elastic out of her limp blond hair. It didn’t bounce, curl, wave, or shine. Grabbing it up in her hands, she wrapped it back into a ponytail. Small wisps escaped the band, forming shapeless strands around her face. Her face wasn’t too bad. She had high cheekbones and full, pink lips. A scattering of freckles decorated her small nose, and long brown lashes framed her blue eyes.

Layla Kingsley. Now my biggest nightmare.

Layla stood up straight, her feet pressing against the ground and her perspective shifting made her realize… She had recovered, she had transformed back! She quickly ran to a small pond nearby. Flickering sunlight filtered through the gaps in the dark canopy, reflecting on the water's surface. Her beautiful reflection was clear in her eyes. A young woman with long black hair flowing down her pale shoulders. Her deep blue eyes, as clear as the sky, hid a familiar sharpness. Her lush red lips seemed to whisper a seductive invitation. This was her, Layla of the West. But she was even more beautiful now than when she was in the West. Could it be because Bridget had taken good care of her? She wo

Not once. So here she was—standing in Serena’s lobby, looking for trouble. “Ms. Morales, what a coincidence,” Layla said sweetly as she removed her oversized sunglasses. Serena’s eyes narrowed. Layla’s hair was now cut short, styled in the exact same way Serena wore hers. With makeup carefully tailored to sharpen her resemblance, Layla now looked strikingly similar—almost like a parody. Serena felt irritation crawl up her spine. Copycats are the worst. But Layla lifted her chin, oozing self-importance. “I came today to ask when I’ll be notified about the audition. I told Alexander I wanted the second female lead in the new project. He agreed. Mr. Potter should have spoken to you about it, ri

“Layla.” “No, hear me out! He’s a private gynecologist. Dr. Jay Lee. He’s discreet. Professional. Smart as hell. And he looks like a Korean actor, I doubt you’ll be needing any touching to get wet.” I blinked. “So, hot.” “So hot he could bring a nun out of celibacy.” “Layla.” “I’m serious!” she laughed. “He helped me once. You know… when I had that little ‘reaction’ to my ex’s latex kink—”

Tabitha tried to be supportive. "No, I think he is." Layla pulled on the bottom of her tunic. "Oh! That's harsh for a mate." Tabitha laughed. "Tab, he is not my mate." Layla said solemnly. Tabitha's jaw dropped. "What do you mean? How do you know?" Layla scanned the area for any eavesdroppers and pulled Tabitha close to her. "I already have a mate," she whispered. Tabitha scoffed, "yeah, Alistar."

I looked down at his hand and realized he was the one crying her luggage. “Kenzal, it doesn't matter that's how we play around,” Layla stood up from the floor and walked to Kendall, “Let me reintroduce myself, I'm Dr. Mrs. Layla Brayon Juhani, the youngest director at Juhani pharmaceutical company and the only daughter-in-law to Mr Juhani,” I was proud of the way Layla introduced herself. “You married into power, good for you, you are bragging with your in-laws’ achievement but not yours or your family's achievement,” Kendall smirked.

Everyone was staring at the both drama queens and even the summers aren't left out, they all watched attentively. " How dare you!!" Nicki yelled and dragged Samira by her hair and she groaned in pain " If you were to be a boy I would have punched your face" she said and pulled her hair really hard. Samira's accomplice Lilian and Elena came forward to pull nicki'N hair also. She dodged and pushed Lilian who was the first to make the move against her and she fell on the ground.