Layla Warren Novels & Stories

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?”

"Mr. Clodan, thank you for dinner, I had a very good time." "I'm glad, Miss Layla. We hope to see you again soon," the man replied kindly. "Allow one of our drivers to take you back." "I appreciate it." Before leaving, Layla said goodbye to her friend, who did not look at all happy due to the previous conversation. Athena didn't manage to get anything out of Layla, despite insisting that she tell her. The redhead simply mentioned that it was for work, since she holds the position of artistic director at a modeling agency, in charge of the development of the agency's image and style, conceptualized in photo shoots and campaigns.

That was also the day I met my companion and my wolf Jada. “She’s gone, Lauren.” Jada said and then added, “She’s so incomparably beautiful. Beautiful as always, just like you." I rolled my eyes at her for comparing me to the Goddess. I am Bianca Lauren Blaze, the only child of Alex Blaze, the former Alpha king. But my new pack members know me as Lauren Hackman. My life has always been a series of battles, but these battles have made me stronger. So yes, I am a warrior in my pack.

Layla is the only daughter of her father, and from a young age, she was raised to be a strong warrior. Therefore, her presence is felt in any battles of the Western tribe. A powerful, alluring, and determined she-wolf, that's how everyone acknowledges her. Moreover, Layla possesses a beautifully crafted face, with glossy black hair tied neatly behind her, and a set of animal-skin armor that makes her a dazzling hero admired by all. Certainly, no one would have expected such a noble wolf, like an angel from above, to end up in such a filthy state.

I hope he didn’t get shot or something. “Yes and he is watching you through the mirror.” He says, making me look at the mirror on the wall in front of me. “Well, I don’t care about Lucas. I just asked because I am a polite person.” I say, making him chuckle. “Miss Warner, you’ve been subjected to a very confidential part of the CIA’s mission to take down drug rings around the country. You have to sign a number of documents, promising complete silence on this matter.” he says as he keeps a few documents in front of me.

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

I locked eyes with hers, my tone level but infused with ice. "Danger? Hah. Because I can say the same of you. "Layla sneered. "Don't waste my time on your tacky retorts. This is the pack council room—a room of dignity and truth. And the truth is plain. "She set her shoulders back, her voice ringing with practiced authority. "I am a war hero. I've commanded more than a hundred rogue extermination missions annually. I've got scars from ten thousand battles. I'm proud of my sacrifices and my honor!Rick and I were stone-faced, but I saw a number of council members squirm in their seats, visibly affected by her words. Some even applauded, their support apparent.Layla nodded gravely.

“So tell me Cleo, is it all true?” Lady Murray asked, excited in her funny accent. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” Cleo asked, oblivious of what was being discussed. She had been wondering why everyone paid closer attention to her than even the Lady of the occasion. It was as though she was the celebrant. Of course, she was the daughter of the famous Luna Thelsa and she was accustomed to receiving attention from far and wide but the one she received that evening was quiet different. She knew it.

She turned to the hundred of wolves in front of her and spoke clearly. “Two months ago, I was a human girl who only stressed about passing my college classes… and now I am a being that I, myself, does not understand yet … central in a war I have never heard about… I know none of this makes sense and I know we are left with questions which I cannot guaranty answers for… But the truth is there is a war! … a war between life and death … I can feel it in my bones, and I know you can too… the end is coming, and I will not force any of you to follow me… I will not make you chose to be a part of this… We might have a bond but it does not mean we are connect … You may leave and forget that this war

Rain had painted her like grief itself. Her gaze moved between Fiona and Charles and then settled on Jamaica. "Thanks for hearing me out," she said softly, holding a folder to her chest. Jamaica pointed to the chair across from her. "Sit." Layla complied. Her hands shook as she placed the folder on the table. "I worked for Miss Drams. I was her personal assistant. I—I did not realize what I was a part of until it was too late." Charles leaned forward. "You have evidence?"