Layla Nicole Novels & Stories

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

Carla uttered with a triumphant look on her face and Layla wanted to burst out laughing at that moment. "You should be ashamed of yourself Carla.." she laughed. "I don't blame you though. I blame your childishness. You can dream big but I'm certain Nolan will never choose you as his mistress not to talk of even choosing someone else.." Layla stated in a firm voice now she knew Carla was still interested in Nolan. What a bitch!! "Enjoy the party, Carla. I have people to meet. I mean my subjects.." Layla patted her shoulders as she made her way to walk away from Carla.

Her eyes water and she barges through the changing room door. Chad obviously had his tongue down her throat again. Poor Lisa doesn't have a clue the man wants her beneath him so badly. He's so blinded by his desire for her he hasn't realised Lisa bats for the other team. I've warned her on multiple occasions to tell him, but she refuses to and that's her problem. I turn and walk into the changing room and get ready. I dim the room of its bright light. "Hi, my name's LAYLA." I close my eyes and bow, kneeling. "I am here for your pleasure."

Louis Street - The Sombra She had tried to get more solid directions from Cairo, but that's all he had to offer her. This of course raised her suspicions even more. So, Layla had suggested that she just call the woman, thinking there was no need to visit Louisiana if all she needed to do was make a phone call. Cairo had laughed at the idea, saying that Niniane was not the type of person who had a phone.

Once my locks had been untangled and brushed out until it was smooth once again, she pulled out a small powder case from her purse and dabbed at my eyes. It took Layla about six minutes to work her magic on me, and the end result was quite impressive. I could not say I was surprised by Layla's abilities to make me over; besides Janelle and I, Layla was one out of the four of us who knew her way around beauty and fashion. While I and Janelle were practically part of the fashion and beauty industry; I having majored in fashion and having a certificate proving that I had studied the art, and Janelle working in the industry as a model and social influencer, Layla had no connection whatsoever to

You could tell that she was really angry from her voice. But still, Amelia did not get the person she was talking about. Chloe called almost every person she did not like a bitch so, she was not sure who she was talking about at the moment. “Who?” “That bitch, Layla!” she said the name through gritted teeth. Amelia was startled when she heard the name. When she had gone overseas, Chloe had told her that Layla had debuted as a model under the History Entertainment agency. The company was managed by her grandmother, the iron lady herself, Eva.

Layla replies. I look from Layla to Michael as it dawns on me; that Layla is Nicole’s daughter. Amy smiles and waves at me before tugging on Layla’s hand and pulling her away from us. Michael addresses an older female that was standing behind Amy and Layla, “Is Layla behaving herself, Marian?” Marian smiles, her big brown eyes filling with love as she looks back at Layla. “Yes, she is Michael; Layla is a pleasure to look after.”

I returned home and freshened up so I could get ready for work, I don’t have any operation scheduled for today so my plans for today are to sign up the deal at the company, visit Layla’s father's grave to see if I will encounter her again then look for the perfect gift for Nurse Ella daughter then back home to rest, I smiled knowing how I successfully planned my day. I arrived at the company and we all were at the conference room excited and waiting for the representative of Walter International Real Estate when I got a call from Wilson, “Excuse me.” I said to them standing up and taking a walk to pick up his call,” Nate, you won’t believe this, I know where Layla is.” “You are joking right?

Layla fixes my dress while I wash my hands and steal her lipstick to put on. “Oh, I like this color. What is it?” I ask, and she smiles. “Sexy Sienna from Charlotte Tilbury,” she says, and I frown, looking at the packaging. “Since when do you buy expensive makeup like this?” I ask and she laughs, shrugging. “I have more money than what I know what to do with it, so I thought I would splurge on some Tilbury,” she says and I nod. I can understand that. Another knock sends Layla into a raging mood. She walks to the door and slams it open.

Truth is, I was already expecting the bitch in her to show herself at some point. "Excuse me? How exactly does my situation affect you in any way?" I asked, not hiding my irritation. "Really? You don't know how you affect me? Sweetie, I'm Layla Ouellette, a super model who also happens to be strongly associated with AT fashion. If you get proven guilty, the company would be affected greatly and my name would unfortunately be dragged as well. So if you think your situation is only bothering you, well, you are so fucking wrong cause you are one step away from ruining quite a number of lives," she replied and if her aim was to bother me, she succeeded.