Layla Rose Gif Novels & Stories

“She’s already overwhelmed. And I asked for quiet.” He motioned, and two of his men came forward carrying a tray of fresh food that was steaming. Rose didn’t even glance at it. Victor dipped his chin. “Still refusing to eat? You’ll make this harder on yourself.” Layla snorted softly, earning a glare from him. “Get out,” Victor told her. Layla didn’t need to be told twice. She walked toward the door but paused long enough to smirk at Rose one last time. “He’s all yours,” she said. “I’ll take care of the rest while he… entertains himself.”

“I’m River-Rose Moore. We’re your new friends. Don’t worry, we’re awesome.” Leyla blinks. Once. Twice. Then her mouth twitches, the tiniest crack of a smile breaking through. “Oh my gosh,” River gasps, clutching her chest like she’s discovered treasure. “She can smile! She’s officially ours now.” Leyla twists her neck and gasps when she sees what River’s holding behind her back. “No. You didn’t.” River grins and swings her bunny forward. “We totally did. Now we’ve got a squad.”

he teased, watching the faint blush rise on her cheeks. Layla laughed, playfully taking the rose. “Are you always this smooth, Alpha King?” She raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile lighting up her face. “Only for you,” he replied, his voice a low murmur as he leaned in close, his hand brushing her hair aside to tuck the rose behind her ear. His gaze held hers, and for a moment, the rest of the world seemed to fade away. They were standing so close that Layla could feel the warmth radiating from him, his scent enveloping her, steady and reassuring.

Layla said while Ciara nodded. She stood up and headed towards the bridge. She turned to look back at the castle, she saw the witches looking at her and smiling sadly, she gave them a small smile and crossed the bridge. She felt like she was moving from one world to another. She met herself in the woods. Sniffing around to see catch maybe a scent or whiff of anything.... just anything. Then it caught something... Something that smells like rotten eggs – Rouge. She is also a rouge presently so she did not bother but then the feral wolf was not going to let her be. She turned to look at it. Its eyes were red and his mouth of dripping with saliva... Salivating his newly founded meal.

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

Layla pulled my hand, trying to get me to stay with her. "Honey? What's going on? Are you not happy to see me? Who is she?" She questioned. I turned and looked at her. After seeing my mate, Layla is nothing compaired to her. Alexandria had long, brown hair with beautiful hazel eyes. Layla had short blonde hair and brown eyes. Her face was always caked in makeup. "She's-" I started, but Layla interuppted me.

From the darkness emerged someone none of them expected. Alejandro Delgado. Alive. Bloodied. Bruised. But unmistakably him. Thiago stared, speechless. Gabriel swore under his breath. Esteban paled. Inés’s knees weakened. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Alejandro rasped. His gaze landed on Esteban. “Nice to see you’ve been keeping my face warm.” Esteban’s mask shattered. Before anyone could speak, a sharp whistle pierced the air. Gunfire erupted from the trees.

Perhaps he had not loved me for a long time now. It was my fault for never noticing—for stupidly believing that true love would never die. Now, Lara smiled as she leaned against the doorway, purring so softly her voice could melt anything, "I heard you made pasta. Can I have a bowl? With minced ginger, please. My cravings are really terrible these days." "You've got it," John grinned lovingly. "Who would spoil my baby if not me?" Still, he soon paused when he inadvertently noticed the black roses outside. "I'll tell the gardener to uproot those flowers. They remind me of Claire's disgusting face—I don't want them to hurt our eyes!"

“Tease.” Rojean laughed, happy that she still makes him feel that way- kind of embarrassed though glad at the same time. “Why? Are you getting distracted?” she asked, repeating the same motion with her hips whilst looking directly into his eyes as if seducing him. “Of course, it’s really distracting.” Lucas smiled before pinching her chin. “But I’m still upset with you.” “You are?” she asked with a grin on her face. “Why don’t I make it up to you then?”