Layla Nicole の小説・ストーリー

She reached for her hand mirror and called for Margarette. “How are you? Did you get the dusts?” “Margarette, we need to talk. I want the truth. I want the whole story of Lenriad. Also, I have to tell you another thing.” Ellaine opened the leaf and stared at the beautiful face of a sleeping angel with golden hair.

Pain seared into her scalp. "Stop! She is Princess Ava of the House of Lycans. How dare you attack her physically!" Layla could not stand the bullying and yelled at the top of her voice. Kaila glared angrily at the lowly physician, her smirk wide as she signaled to Jeremy. Jeremy walked to Layla at once and punched her face so hard that she bled. He had always admired Layla's beauty and wanted her in his bed. She was merely a cunt he wanted to fuck, and now she was bugging his lady. How unfortunate.

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With that kind of force, blood started seeping through the bandages. I let out a low groan, gritted my teeth against the pain, and looked up at this woman who'd appeared out of nowhere. Totally baffled, I asked, "Who are you?" She seemed shocked. She let out a scoff of disbelief. "Keep pretending. Keep it up. I just went overseas to celebrate Dylan's birthday. Is that really worth you acting like you're dying, Connor?" Judging by her reaction and the way Mark had shrunk back into the corner like a bystander, it finally clicked. So this was Alyssa—the one Mark had been talking about.

Then, Kathalina spoke the words that sent a wave of shock and excitement through the entire venue. “This is my personal creation… part of my private collection,” she announced proudly, her voice steady and clear. The realization hit everyone at once. Layla… the genius they had all wondered about, the woman whose name was synonymous with luxury and secrecy… was standing right there in the center of the stage, helping a nervous model shine, guiding her own creation with love and mastery.

Talia sat nervously in her chair as Aly made her face up for her wedding. She had waited long and hard for this day, and it had finally arrived! “ Are my girls almost done?” she asked Camari, who was almost done with her makeup. “ Um, May and Lacy are done; the makeup artist is currently on Faye's; that leaves Coco and Aubrey,” Camari answered. Aly came with two apprentices, one for Cam and the other for the girls.

Layla said before she left for her room. She took a quick shower before getting dressed. She put on a black A-line gown with a simple design and a fitting pair of black stiletto heels. She applied her makeup before she combed her hair, allowing it to fall on her shoulder. Her dress was simple yet gorgeous. “Let's go.” Her voice distracted Chloe from her phone. She took her bag and stood up. “Okay,” she replied before they left together. After they got into the car, Chloe drove off. She did not know why, but she had a fair share of doubt about Layla's plan. She had known Layla to be perfect when it came to planning anything, but she had a feeling that this would be ruined.

Lyra rolled her eyes and walked to the door, just as she was about to open it, the door flung open and a delicious scent hit her. Just as she was beginning to bask in the intoxicating scent, her eyes met his familiar blue ones. At the sight of the eyes, her breath caught and she mustered a word. “J?” *** Lyra had just been craving a particular raspberry and white chocolate cupcakes. It was the week were they abstained from every non vegan food, but Lyra being Lyra always gets what she wants. She sneaked out of her dorm and headed towards Tyler's corner. Whenever she wanted to do something illegal, Tyler was her buddy, her partner in crime.

Cry of guilt and shame. To her, her life had no meaning. It was worthless and unfulfilled. "I'm done." Gianna mumbled from behind, interupting Layla's thoughts. Layla turned back to her eyes widened when she saw Gianna. She couldn't believe she was staring at her, couldn't believe how much she transformed. "Gianna? Oh my God!" Layla no whispered as she slowly got up on her feet. Her hair was long, dark and curly with the prettiest face ever. The lemon flair gown she wore made her look like a princess plus gracing her shape in all corner!

Oh my– Layla was putting on a deep plunge v-neck top and a shirt denim skirt that exposed most part of her thighs. From the top, I could tell she hadn't wore anything beneath and I could mark the shape of her boobs. I didn't believe she was wearing that to go see Rhett. Like….Rhett Rivers? No. Not happening. Layla: How's it? My fingers shook. “Nice. It's sooo nice.” Layla: Thanks mocha. I might see you there. Text you soon.