Layla Warren Novels & Stories

The door to the meeting room swung open, and a woman stepped in. She was tall, strikingly beautiful, with long brunette hair that cascaded over her shoulders in effortless waves. Her features were sharp, poised, the kind of beauty that looked almost sculpted. There was an air of sophistication about her, but beneath the surface, something about her felt… cold. Calculated. She walked toward Owen, coming to stand beside him that made me want to claw his hair out. Woh, Where did that thought come from? “Everyone, meet Layla Miller,” Owen introduced her. “She will be taking over as senior general manager, effective immediately.”

She had managed to develop a good rapport with the pack members, and they accepted her without much question. However, not everyone in the pack shared in Layla's happiness, especially a close friend of Annabelle named Elena, who had returned from her mission representing the pack. Elena was a formidable warrior, and her mere presence intimidated Layla. Her large stature and perpetually stern expression made Layla anxious, so she made a point to avoid Elena whenever possible. Layla looked up from across Annabelle in the sunroom as Elena joined them. Elena shot a glare at Layla before sitting down beside Annabelle.

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

CHAPTER 60 THIRD PERSON POV Ayra bent her head low. “I have some information I thought you might need.” “Yeah? What is it?” Layla’s eyes were glazed with disinterest. “It's about Mr. Sterling’s fiancée. I know of someone who hates her for the same reason that you do.” Layla’s eyes brightened at that, but she still didn't seem convinced. “Who is this person you speak of? Can I meet her?”

I tapped explore and the first thing that came to my mind to search for was Faryah. She was using Faryah Mustapha Edwards now. She was easy to find. She didn't have any posts and her followers weren't that bad. 10k. Cool. I looked at the photos she was tagged in and my heart sank as I looked at her pictures in African wears. She was so beautiful. There were different photos here, with she and her family and my daughter. My Najmah. There were some with the Khalifa guy, their pictures pained my body, heart and soul. No one could deny that they honestly looked very good together and here I was on the side-line.

You could tell that she was really angry from her voice. But still, Amelia did not get the person she was talking about. Chloe called almost every person she did not like a bitch so, she was not sure who she was talking about at the moment. “Who?” “That bitch, Layla!” she said the name through gritted teeth. Amelia was startled when she heard the name. When she had gone overseas, Chloe had told her that Layla had debuted as a model under the History Entertainment agency. The company was managed by her grandmother, the iron lady herself, Eva.

Her voice landed clearly into their microphones. “I’m Layla Lark, and my fiance is Apollo Stane. I’m sure that all of you have heard that the woman my fiance is keeping as a lover doesn’t exist. She made up that lie to exact revenge on my future mother-in-law.” Then, Layla cast me a glance. There was no plea for help, only a certainty that said, “Thank you for protecting me, Leto.” I felt touched. Layla truly deserved my son. Just then, the police officers had finished searching through Flora’s handbag and found two things inside.

“Yes. I don’t know how, but… I heard you say I’m brave, and that I’m safe here.” Calista’s mouth fell open, but before she could respond, the door creaked open, and the healer came in carrying a bowl of herbal soup usually given to the wolves who have just given birth. Sable was a small, wiry woman in her late 50s with sharp eyes that missed nothing, and she had a calming presence that had been a godsend during the chaos of my labor. “Sable,” Calista said, her voice still laced with shock. “Lyra just… she said she can hear my thoughts.”

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.