Layla Warren Novels & Stories

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

“Forget it.” “The piping cylinders are more than twenty yards away from their vehicles.” “At the moment, but they’re going to move them closer to the trench.” “Which is why we have to act fast and act now. Layla’s on board.” Mira glared at him then rolled her eyes. If Carter Simmons was radical in his logic, and he often was, Layla Moser was twice as daring. For a woman barely five foot two, Layla seemed ten times her size and never shied away from confrontations, which made for a passionate albeit volatile romance with Carter. Mira hadn’t brought Layla into One World, but had agreed when Carter vouched for her last year. She had done great work in Michigan to help Miracute a fracking compan

Seeing how everyone has worked hard to overcome the enemies, Layla truly felt useless. She’s not a fighter. She’s not even inclined to train. She’s terribly clumsy. Just like her father, she’s more of a thinker than a warrior. She has a good memory and she likes to read and analyzing things. It’s one of the things which made her believe the city is where she belonged.

She shrugged. Mated? How could a human and a werewolf mate? Isabella shook her head. She didn’t want to pry, but from the look of pure happiness in the human woman’s eyes, Isabella had no doubt it was true. Layla rubbed her hands together in anticipation. “It’s not every day one of our elite warriors walks down the aisle, and I actually get to be in the wedding and wear a gorgeous dress to boot. The last time that happened, I was a teenager and they made me the flower girl. Can you believe that? Fifteen and a flower girl. You should have seen that poufy monstrosity.” She shuddered. “Thanks to Naomi, I get to wear a dress that makes me look like I have a hint of curves this time.” She gesture

His eyes glanced at the collections as he looked for the perfect weapon to use. He was known to use his sword better than a gun but he felt the urge to take gun with him this time around. Layla rushed into the kitchen in an haste, she couldn't wait to tell the other maids about the war. Once she entered the kitchen, she placed her palm on her knees calming her raging heart and she kept panting fast. "War!" She exhaled, trying to catch her breath. Lauren and Naomi stopped wherever they were doing as they turned to look at her, curious to know what she had to tell them.

They were on a mission to uncover the truth of their lineage, and since Ethan Carter was a fortress of a man—nearly impossible to catch off guard—they decided to start with his cousin, Mason. As the sun beat down on the Kingdom of Valeria’s capital, Mason stepped out of his office for a midday meal. He barely made it a block before Layla appeared, her silver-white hair shimmering like frost in the light. Mason froze. He recognized her instantly; that little pup had haunted his nightmares for nights. He’d dreamt of her small fingers dancing over a tablet, planting a digital parasite into his phone that had nearly ruined his standing in the pack. Every time he woke, he tried to laugh it off. H

I turned to see that he and Maggie were hugged up with Jake close by. "Yes, Daddy, I told you I would come for you. We are going home." Layla slides out of the passenger seat and waddles to us, followed by two nurses. "You're Dr. Layla Harris!" Baskins said with excitement. "I am," Layla said, doing her best to kneel in front of Wesly. William takes her arm, and I move aside and take the other to help her down. "What kind of darts are these?" She asked Baskins after the closer look. "And who might you be?"

She bolted toward him. Blake reacted instinctively, stepping forward and raising a hand to block her. Layla, however, was too euphoric to notice. “Zac, it’s really you?” she gushed. “I’m Layla, daughter of the Brook Group. You’ve heard of us, right? I’m your biggest fan. I love you, Zac! That worthless coffee girl spilled water on your photo, so I slapped her!” She smiled brightly, undeterred by Zac’s lack of expression. She reached for him, but Blake stepped in.

"Derrick is sending warriors to search for you. You're being hunted and....." "Just stop!" I yelled with teary eyes. Each stupid reveal of his were things I already knew, things that almost cost me my life. Things that wanted me dead and gone. Things that called for just one solution - revenge. In a flash, all my hurt turned to a mixture of fear and anger. I desperately wanted to make Freya burn, and make Derrick beg me for his life. But what I wasn't sure of was if I was ready for war, yet. Cian watched me closely. “This is your chance, Layla. Are you still willing to take it?"

I returned home and freshened up so I could get ready for work, I don’t have any operation scheduled for today so my plans for today are to sign up the deal at the company, visit Layla’s father's grave to see if I will encounter her again then look for the perfect gift for Nurse Ella daughter then back home to rest, I smiled knowing how I successfully planned my day. I arrived at the company and we all were at the conference room excited and waiting for the representative of Walter International Real Estate when I got a call from Wilson, “Excuse me.” I said to them standing up and taking a walk to pick up his call,” Nate, you won’t believe this, I know where Layla is.” “You are joking right?