Layla Novels & Stories

She made her entrance with the practiced grace of a woman who knew how to command attention. Her heel snagged for a heartbeat on a warped "oorboard by the entrance, a stumble she masked with a toss of her hair, a straightening of her spine, and a sway of her hips. Layla was a walking contradiction, a dangerous curve of hips barely contained by tight denim, her upper half showcased in a simple white cotton tank. The e#ect wasboth a threat and an invitation, a promise of trouble wrapped in a deceptively sweet package. She was a storm brewing on the horizon, a

Axel and Hyce exchanged glances, and Rook smiled knowingly. Layla continued. "My name is... "Layla, and you're 25 years old. Your favorite flower is daisy, and you prefer winter to summer. You live in Ferguson, and I'm your first patient" The ward went silent after that, and everyone stood attention cos that voice is definitely not Layla's. The book fell from Layla, and her eyes widened when she saw Roonie's red eyes are wide open, staring at her. "Oh my....gawd" she muttered, standing up in sheer shock.

"Hello, Prick." Maxwell’s face darkened, his royal authority instantly threatened. "Do you know I am a royal prince? How dare you call me this? I will have you beheaded!" he threatened, his voice rising in anger. Layla’s chin went up, her small stature suddenly holding an immense amount of dignity and fire. "Do you know who I am?" she challenged him. "I am Princess Layla, wife of Prince Lucian Stark. The Commander of all armies and Defender of the Country! He has done a better job than you! Hmph! Plus, he is so much older than you! So, in this relation, I am your elder sister-in-law! Little brother-in-law!"

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.

Adham and Naomy smiled, and Adham glanced toward the hall to see Layla, his sister, standing in the corner, smiling at him and waving her hand with joy. Beside her stood her husband, Yassin. Layla, Adham’s only sister, with whom he shared an exceptionally close bond of love and tenderness since childhood, looked on this wedding night as if she were part of a royal tale herself. She was tall, her light brown hair cascading softly over her shoulders, shimmering under the hall lights, and her warm eyes reflected the compassion and gentleness that defined her heart. She wore a simple yet elegant evening gown in an ivory hue, draping

“I’ll tell you. But promise not to contact them about it. She’ll take him away from me.” “Who?” She chewed her fingernails nervously. “Uhm... uhm... her name is Layla. She’s from the Diamond Pack in Brighton City,” she finally divulged. My suspicions were right. If Joseph was Layla’s son, whom she gave birth to five years ago, then who was Leo? I leapt to my feet and started walking away, but Linda quickly grabbed my hand. “Alpha...” she called desperately. “Send your account details to me. The money will be sent before the end of today.” I freed my arm and continued on my way.

Although that woman looked like she was in her early thirties, which was much older than him he was still attracted to her she was even more attractive than the campus belle, Maja, as her body shape was too charming. “Yes, but I haven’t meg her before.” Anastasia frowned and looked at him, scolding. “Stop being a playboy. If you even disrespect a woman, I’ll give you a lesson!” “Big sister, don’t worry about me, who is that beautiful woman?” Ian asked curiously. “Her name is Layla Maggie, and is quite a well-known investor. She had an estimated net worth of 10 billion dollars.” Anastasia answered. Yes, she was Layla, who'd jus

I can always distinguish her voice from among a thousand and know which one belongs to her… the one and only, Layla Jackson. I turned to see Layla, standing behind me in Cream white sandals, putting on a black flared above knee-length high waist skirt and a cream white off shoulder crop top. Her slender arms were adorned in a chain and leather bracelets. Her now milk coffee hair were tired in two pig tails with scanty bangs that fell on her face and she constantly twirl the front strands of her hair. Honestly, Layla is a very beautiful woman, an epitome of beauty just as Rein is the definition of

It's been a month since I last saw him, he was so angry, but why? Wasn't all that feel real? It's nothing, I need to go forward, but how? I'm so lost, but I need to, I've lost my love, it doesn't mean I've lost my whole life, There are less than three months left until the exams, that's what matters now. - Layla, how are you? - I'm fine - Where have you been? We miss you

The flash of a white wolf runs past the house; I laugh when Gray jumps up, “That's Lea; let's go, Darius.” I walked out of the house and shifted, giving Gray control; Lea ran to the area where Maddie's grave was. Gray slows as we approach the pond; Layla is kneeling beside Maddie's grave, talking to her. She turns toward Gray, and I shift back; Layla is breathtaking; her white-blonde hair flows in waves to her ass; Layla is tall slim, and well-toned; I can tell by her long slim legs that she runs a lot; I smile. Her breast is the perfect size for my hands; I am positive La