Layla Nicole Novels & Stories

The slight haze of alcohol instantly cleared from Layla’s mind, and one thought echoed inside her head. “Help. Isn’t the lead actress supposed to be Haley Spencer?” she thought with a silent sigh.

Her name sounded oddly familiar though. No results, please let No results pop up my screen. A tab opened up. Layla Jones, 22 years old Daughter of Cedric Jones and Granddaughter of the iconic, Hendric Jones Shit... There was even a profile about her and a few pictures. She was kind of pretty though definitely not my type, but she'll do. “You like what you see on Toogle?”, he asked amused, and I threw him a glare “Its G****e”, I corrected. “And no, she's not the kind I pictured I would marry when I would plan to marry”

She nodded and allowed him leave. She wanted to accompany him but she was sure grandfather would ask her to spend time with her mom first. "Mom, Miles and I would be going on a date today,I hope you won't mind?" Layla asked as she stared at her mom nervously. It felt as though she was an high schooler asking for permission to attend prom with her crush. "Why did you ask? You are old enough to do whatever you want to, it's good you guys are going on a date,it would improve the relationship," Kelly said and Layla smiled in relief.

Out of anger, I briskly walked to the door, unlocked it with the keys, and was about to yell at the female figure standing before me, but her angelic innocent voice relieved me or every anger I felt. "I'm sorry to disturb you, and I'm sorry I asked that question, It was too sensitive. Would you forgive me?" Layla said, in a pleasant, soothing voice. But her voice was not the only thing that was sweeping me off my feet. Her smell, and dress sense was completely amazing. She had packed her long brown hair into a bun, and was wearing a white top with a purple pastel jogger, accompanied with cloud white sneakers. "Why are you all dressed," I asked, surprisingly calm, and ignoring her apology.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Her delusional mind was shattered into pieces and her heart trembled with fear at the possibility that something terrible might happen and foil her plans. So, that day…… the conversation between Mark and Jay… was not a dream. It is true that Maya is alive and mated to the legendary alpha Ashton! She is also a luna, and of a powerful pack! "Jesus! What did I do?" Lily almost shoved her head into the wall.

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the one standing by the left I knew well enough. "Kaila..." Her name came out of my lips. "What brings you here?" Kaila didn't answer, rolling her eyes like the small brat she was. "So you're trying to tell me that your brother... Noah Reynolds, is getting married to this?" The lady at the forefront of the trip asked Layla, still staring at me...her eyes filled with disgust. She was the one who spoke earlier. She looked older than Kaila, actually even the older girl looked older than her.

“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.