Novel & Cerita Layla Warren

She shuffled down the bed with her bottom and eyed Mia for a few seconds before she walked into the bathroom. PERFICIENT INVESTMENT COMPANY, NEW YORK CITY Till Layla took her bath, dressed, and left the house, her mind wasn’t at rest. She kept asking questions, thinking she had done something wrong. Layla sighed. She took out her phone from the bag and logged into the new I*******m account ‘Layla Theodore’ created for her, and her bio was CEO of HighEnd Investment. She tapped the home page, and the first post she saw was her pictures from last night when she presented the pendant to Avery.

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

I whisper to Darius, “My mother was part of Leon's pack before she met my father.” Darius nods as Leon and Kyra approach him; Leon's smile is friendly as he introduces himself to Darius. It's the first time I have met Kyra; her voice is soft as she says, “It's a pleasure to meet you, Layla.” Kyra is a soft-spoken she-wolf five foot four inches tall brown wavy hair, hazel eyes, and gorgeous. I introduce her to Darius before motioning all of them to follow me inside. Mom is talking to Jackson and Leon on one side of the room; I watch as the three of them turn toward me before continuing their conversation. I smirk when Jackson pulls mom into his arms and nods his head, I know my mother has jus

Luna Layla laughed, her eyes shining with amusement. "Oh, Nora. You always know how to keep me grounded. But this time, I'm not afraid of falling. I've got Ethan to catch me," she said, her voice filled with love and devotion. Layla sat down on the couch and put on the television "Hazel Wynn, the new face of Brigadier, has signed a contract with the prestigious modeling agency." Layla's thoughts raced with disbelief and questions. How could Hazel be alive? “Ha...Hazel” She stammered

I thundered. They flinched and the woman closest to me raised a finger and glanced at Lena. “We begged her to leave but she wouldn't budge. She said she wanted to do this herself and we… we…” her breath swallowed her voice. Lena took a step forward, her eyes glued to her feet. “It's true Alpha, I just wanted to be useful around here,” “Useful? You call this useful?” I said with a stern voice, staring at the mess on her Apron and the utensils that were all over the floor.

“I’m—” “—You’re Seth. I heard you before I—” “Ran away,” I cut her off just like she did, raising my brow. “Who are you?” I asked, and she wrapped her arms around herself. “Layla Monroe. Daughter of Alpha Williams Monroe of the Blue Moon Pack,” she said, stepping closer to the fire but far away from the dead bodies. “I see,” I mumbled, eyeing her, then looking at my surroundings.

I said proudly. "Well." My Grandpa said to me. "She is a beauty, William," to Layla he said. "It is a pleasure to meet you." "So you are a doctor?" My Grandma asked Layla. Gesturing towards the scrubs Layla was wearing. "Not yet ma'am but, I am working on it." Layla answered her with a smile. "Layla is being modest. " My father said. "She has recently saved the life of one of our warriors who was shot with a silver bullet."

Layla felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her, and she struggled to free herself from Scarlet's grip. "Let go of me!" she demanded, her voice shaking with anger and fear. "You have no right to do this." Scarlet smirked, her grip on Layla's hand tightening. "Oh, but I do," she said, her voice sickly sweet. "I have every right to make you pay for what you've done." "You're crazy!" Layla yelled, fighting to keep her composure. "Oh yes, I am. Now watch me display my craziness.." "You see this lady over here. Her name is Layla. Most of you might know her. She's the president's secretary. As you can see, she's pregnant.." she said in a loud voice and the people around began to murmur.

Daphine and Dorris also did the same. A young woman dressed in a light blue mini dress, silver high heels, dior bag and sunglasses was coming forward to us. You know her? Dorris inquired. Not sure l replied mattervof fact because she was a bit far for me to identify her. It was only when she stood infront of me and removed her glasses did l called out her name. Leyla Anthony! Thats me. Ashina Warren you bitch! Were in tve world have you been. She screamed.