Layla Warren Novels & Stories

She flicked her long hair over her shoulder and her blue eyes burned. “What do you want, Layla?” I said, completely exasperated. Layla was annoying. She was one of the female wolf shifters that was constantly hanging on Rune’s arm. They dated on and off throughout middle and high school and she was a mean cheerleader through and through. Rune has always been interested in me and Layla hated that. She was jealous of me and Rune even though there was nothing between us and there never would be. She didn’t seem to understand that. She scowled. “I want you to fucking go back to New York. I want you to stay the fuck away from Rune and Owen. You don’t belong here.”

He literally took us easy. "No we actually work thier," My uncle stopped chewing as soon as he heard that. It was for a moment but we all noticed it. My aunt was somehow looking at me proudly. Amy continued. "I'm the Team Leader of Production Department. Layla has her own team in the designing department and she mostly works with the head of designing department, Celine. You must have heard of her as she's really famous,"

"I don't think there was any saving it anyway." "How can you speak like it is no big deal?" Chase demanded as Samantha quickly busied herself examining it. "You're missing a leg!" "Not an entire leg." Elaina argued back. "Plus, I'm finding it hard to be upset when I know that the war is finally over." The war was over, the words hit Elaina like a ton of bricks. After all the fighting, all the worry, all the loss, and all the time lost it was finally over.

, the woman said through gritted teeth and slammed the door. "Woah! That was intense." "Mira, isn't that Daphne Ryders? The owner of LxWear fashion?" Layla asked, looking pale like she had just seen a ghost. "She is," Mira replied. "Oh my! This is a real high-class show! I'm not qualified to be here!" "What, I brought you here so that means you are. You can't run off when I get busy later, else you will pay" Mira warned menacingly.

"Lyly, are you making such a big bet? Do you think you will win this match? You made a huge mistake." A familiar voice spoke from behind Sarah. The owner of that voice is Layla, she has remained silent since this war started until now. Even Sarah was startled, she didn't expect Layla to stand behind her for such a long time. "Who are you? Why do you say that? Don't you believe what I say? I have evidence against Sarah, you can't deny it." Lyly looks at Layla with suspicious eyes. She doesn't know who Layla is, she has never met Layla, so this woman is a complete stranger to Lyly. Only Millianna knows who Layla is, she clasped Lyly's hand and said.

She hugged Layla before turning to me. “Let me guess, Diana?” she asked, glancing at Layla for confirmation. “You got it right,” Layla said with a laugh. “This is my sister, the one I told you about. And guess what? She just got a job at Warren’s company.” Tonia’s smile widened as she shook my hand. “That’s amazing. Congratulations.” “Thanks,” I smiled as she let go of my hand. Someone called her name from across the room. She excused herself gracefully, leaving Layla to gush, “Isn’t she nice?”

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

She looked more like a Young Republican than a radical trying to splinter the pack. “Hey Sis. Hey Mr. Bradley.” Kadeem nodded his head casually toward them like they were at a backyard cookout. Commotion erupted among the Weres. "Did you - follow me?" Layla’s earlier confidence seemed to deflate as her voice quivered slightly and she flicked her eyes nervously at the group. "Who else is with you?” A woman stepped forward. By her voice, Kadeem placed her as Sasha. She was tall and lean, a thirty-something woman with a pixie cut and a delicate face. Not what Kadeem had been expecting.

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 handsomeness standards. I bet they took it from their mom who is a goddess of beauty.

“Who are you, Layla?” “I’m a daughter of the Russian mob,” she said, unwavering. “I’m a donna of the Italian Mafia. And I’m the mother of Eli Bennett. Which means that I’m Layla fucking Bennett, and I’m done running away from my problems.” My brows lifted, and my heart slammed my ribs. I’d never seen her look so fierce and beautiful. There was nothing about her I’d change—not her last name, not her vehemence, not her stance.