Layla Nicole Novels & Stories

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

“And who are your parents, girl?” Layla shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny. “Claire Wilkes is my mother. I’m adopted.” Nathaniel’s glass slipped from his fingers, shattering on the table. Red wine spread across the white tablecloth like blood. “Impossible,” he breathed. “Father!” Abigail hissed, dabbing at the spreading stain. “Control yourself!” But Alpha Nathaniel ignored his daughter, still staring at Layla. “Where did you get that dress?” he demanded suddenly.

And her clothes… her hair…’ Zev couldn’t help but let his curiosity get the best of him as he watched the ‘Layla’ who was bubbly and cheery while speaking to a mysterious person he still couldn’t recognize. Layla’s face was beaming with joy as she slightly brushed off the silver strands of her hair. She was wearing a green-colored, lacy dress, flowing smoothly down to her ankles. She was barefooted but no scratch nor dirt were to be seen in her feet. What’s more captivating about her were the green crystal like eyes that kept glowing brightly as she continued talking.

I saw Michelle stop dead in her tracks while staring at Layla's eyes widened. Layla also eyed Michelle intently. My gaze fixated on the two while blinking unbelievably. They have a resemblance! So Layla still has relatives? Perhaps her sister? "Who are you?" Michelle mumbled slowly, in shock. "I-I'm Layla Boehringer..." Michelle creased her forehead. "Who are your parents?" "Elizabeth and Matthew," Layla replied. Michelle's eyes widened again. "They’re also my parents! How old are you?" "Hm, 18," Layla mumbled shyly.

I probed. "You really don't know?" Elena asked. myself in, the more confused I was. "She's here," Elena muttered, tugging at my gown, succeeding in getting my attention. I stood from the stairway I sat on, dusting my gown, trying to look presentable as Layla approached. She was now my Luna, and no matter how I felt, I was to serve her. "Maya dear," Layla said in a very disgusting tone, "you must have thought Caleb was going to name you as his," she said as she began to toy with her fingers and then burst into hysterical laughter.

And any girl would die to have this great opportunity Layla has right now, but she doesn't seem interested in all these. She,, she's different. T B C

She shuffled down the bed with her bottom and eyed Mia for a few seconds before she walked into the bathroom. PERFICIENT INVESTMENT COMPANY, NEW YORK CITY Till Layla took her bath, dressed, and left the house, her mind wasn’t at rest. She kept asking questions, thinking she had done something wrong. Layla sighed. She took out her phone from the bag and logged into the new I*******m account ‘Layla Theodore’ created for her, and her bio was CEO of HighEnd Investment. She tapped the home page, and the first post she saw was her pictures from last night when she presented the pendant to Avery.

“And you, Aria, or whatever you call yourself. Have you no shame to get yourself entangled with a taken man? I assure you that I, Layla, am going to teach you a lesson that you will live to remember for the rest of your life.” Layla was a very beautiful woman. She had blue ocean eyes, and everyone said that they were the most beautiful eyes in the world. Her hair was caramel, and it was long enough to reach her waist. Her legs were long, and every time she walked the runway, she would leave heads turning. She came abroad to complete her major in modeling, and she was about to walk her first international show. She grew up alongside Damian and a bunch of other rich kids. She was the only one

She bolted toward him. Blake reacted instinctively, stepping forward and raising a hand to block her. Layla, however, was too euphoric to notice. “Zac, it’s really you?” she gushed. “I’m Layla, daughter of the Brook Group. You’ve heard of us, right? I’m your biggest fan. I love you, Zac! That worthless coffee girl spilled water on your photo, so I slapped her!” She smiled brightly, undeterred by Zac’s lack of expression. She reached for him, but Blake stepped in.

Luna Layla laughed, her eyes shining with amusement. "Oh, Nora. You always know how to keep me grounded. But this time, I'm not afraid of falling. I've got Ethan to catch me," she said, her voice filled with love and devotion. Layla sat down on the couch and put on the television "Hazel Wynn, the new face of Brigadier, has signed a contract with the prestigious modeling agency." Layla's thoughts raced with disbelief and questions. How could Hazel be alive? “Ha...Hazel” She stammered