Layla Warren Novels & Stories

“ Of course! I’d love to.” The green eyed monster of jealousy reared it’s head inside Layla’s mind as she watched Rhea flash a blinding smile at Jimin. First, her brother. Then, some warriors. Now, her crush. She silently scoffed and walked in the opposite direction. * Layla was never good at listening to instructions or concerns, so she ignored Jimin’s suggestion for her to get some rest. She went over to where the spies were kept to see the ‘torment’ Jimin mentioned, by herself. When she got there, she spotted the Pack’s cruelest and crudest warrior crouched in front of the jail, with Xavier standing beside him.

“Wait—what? You’re with E.A. Corporation?” The woman gave a short, bitter nod, her eyes burning with jealousy. “I was. But I got cut.” Her name was Layla Black. The irony cut deep—because Serena herself had been the one to eliminate her. Layla had never expected to end up in Serena’s shadow, reduced to playing her stand-in for a night.

I looked down at his hand and realized he was the one crying her luggage. “Kenzal, it doesn't matter that's how we play around,” Layla stood up from the floor and walked to Kendall, “Let me reintroduce myself, I'm Dr. Mrs. Layla Brayon Juhani, the youngest director at Juhani pharmaceutical company and the only daughter-in-law to Mr Juhani,” I was proud of the way Layla introduced herself. “You married into power, good for you, you are bragging with your in-laws’ achievement but not yours or your family's achievement,” Kendall smirked.

I double-checked my makeup to ensure that my eyeliner was sharp and my lipstick was the proper shade of crimson and took a deep breath to calm my nerves before going on stage. "Hey Mama, you are pretty late, you don't wanna get on the bad side of Siren," Layla said. Layla is one of the girls I work with, and also my best friend- a stunning girl with rich melanin skin, luscious brown hair, and deep dark brown eyes that sparkle with a hint of mischief, thanks to a tiny dimple that adds to her charm.

I asked and her eyes flashed with annoyance and there was a glint of impatience in them. “For once, will you fucking stop thinking about everyone else and just focus on the both of us?” She snapped. “You need to understand, Ethan, that war or no war, I’m in love with you already. You’ve told me your heart belongs to another and I’ve accepted that, but I’ll win you over before the war dies down completely. Trust me.” This was one of the frightening things about Layla, that self-assurance, that confidence in her words. She could make someone who was fully committed to something start doubting him or herself, she was incredible truthfully.

He reread her words more times than necessary, then turned to the closet and stared at the suits, as if any of them could make this easier. Friday. Noon. Whitmore Street. The café was small and sun-drenched, its tables lined with rustic ceramic mugs and hand-picked flowers. Layla arrived ten minutes early, nerves coiled under her skin like wires. She wore a navy blouse, simple earrings, and a curious expression. No expectations. But high alert. She had told no one but Mara. Not even Lucas. Especially not Ethan. As she sipped her lavender tea, her eyes scanned the door with growing tension.

"I'm not saving him," Cecilia said firmly. She looked at Warren impassively. "Wendy Walter, you ingrate! Have you forgotten who raised you?" Warren roared as he struggled. The burly bodyguards beside him held him down. Wendy Walter. It had been so long since she last heard that name. She hadn't heard it since she was sold to Samuel at the age of 17. After that, everyone called her Layla. Then, she was Cecilia.

I told him, and he hummed and walked outside the arsenal. I took the remaining weapons and went to the training ground, where others were gathered. We dropped the weapons on their spot and joined our respective groups. Matt went towards the other warriors, and I went towards Layla, who was looking like a zombie. Layla is my only friend other than matt. She is delta’s daughter, but it doesn’t mean she is mean to me like other high-ranking wolves. She never judged me; she accepted me as I am.

She seemed like a nice young lady. “As you already instructed that I stay in Elvis Pine with Hailey,I figured that you would still need a nurse to take care of you and your baby. Layla, here, is a trained midwife and she knows a substantial amount of medicine. However, she seems to have a certain affinity for fighting and martial arts and could also be an additional body guard to Olivia. I looked at Layla in surprise. She looked shy and dainty. I couldn’t imagine her being capable of taking on someone like Sephora. I stole a glance at André and he looked a bit uncertain as well.

Carlos explained and Travis gasped, shocked. “So, the common enemy is Bruno. Then, who is Layla?” He asked and Carlos sighed. “Layla is no other person but Raquel Castro, your ex wife…”