Layla Warren Novels & Stories

It's been a month since I last saw him, he was so angry, but why? Wasn't all that feel real? It's nothing, I need to go forward, but how? I'm so lost, but I need to, I've lost my love, it doesn't mean I've lost my whole life, There are less than three months left until the exams, that's what matters now. - Layla, how are you? - I'm fine - Where have you been? We miss you

At least not without a better solution to ending the war. Leah got up from her seat and headed to her room. She had a lot to think about. She knew one thing for sure: she didn't want to mate with Theodore Blackwell. Leah entered her room and went straight to the bathroom. Once showered and changed, she got into bed and promptly gave into exhaustion.

Still, Levi hesitated, not entirely at ease. “If you need anything, let me know right away.” “I will,” Layla said, smiling as she waved him off. She turned and immediately found herself face-to-face with a group of brightly dressed women, all flashing enthusiastic smiles. “You’re Layla Xander, right? The one and only Begonia!” “We’ve seen your work. It’s amazing!” “You even shot a personal series for Daniel, right? I’m a huge fan! What’s he like in real life?” Layla was at a loss for words.

“And you, Aria, or whatever you call yourself. Have you no shame to get yourself entangled with a taken man? I assure you that I, Layla, am going to teach you a lesson that you will live to remember for the rest of your life.” Layla was a very beautiful woman. She had blue ocean eyes, and everyone said that they were the most beautiful eyes in the world. Her hair was caramel, and it was long enough to reach her waist. Her legs were long, and every time she walked the runway, she would leave heads turning. She came abroad to complete her major in modeling, and she was about to walk her first international show. She grew up alongside Damian and a bunch of other rich kids. She was the only one

Those seemingly ordinary jeans had quite a story—they were only available overseas. The streamer walked over and greeted Serena directly. Seeing her arrive, she quickly waved, "Hey, I'm Serena Vale." The streamer smiled warmly, "Hi, I'm Layla Foster, but you can just call me Layla." Serena and Layla quickly hit it off. Layla, curious, asked, "Did you get those jeans abroad? I've never seen anything like them around here."

She had trained for the last ten years for this opportunity and now at last, she was ready. Tomorrow she would finally embark on her mission and bring her parent’s murderer to justice. Layla was both excited and nervous, excited that she was finally being given this opportunity but nervous because Blake had told her that the Black Water Alpha was a cruel and ruthless man, who showed no mercy to anyone who opposed him. If she was caught before she killed him, she had no doubt that he would kill her without a second thought.

So we asked her and Shawn to take our place. "I get that this whole situation is bad, but come on! Look at yourself! Did you forget who the hell you are? You are Layla Halloway. The wife of a big shot, and daughter to Felix Garcia, a fashion designer legend. You never take any shit from others." "Karly!" Mom scolds her, making her roll her eyes.

I looked up from the floor and saw the beautiful brunette from the pictures. "Luna, this is Channing. She has just joined the pack," Allen announced. I saw her nod, then they both kinda zoned out. Probably mind linking. She gasped and quickly kneeled down to me. "What are you doing Lainee?" I heard a muffled voice in the room question. Luna, or Lainee stood up. "I'm kneeling before a warrior wolf. The Alpha of the Black Moon Warriors," she replied awestruck. Before I could even say anything a girl with black hair like Allen's popped out of the room looked at me before bowing like her Luna.

His legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor. Everything clicked for Layla as well. Her knees buckled, and she dropped down. "Why are you still standing there? Get down and apologize to Ms. Cole," Warren barked, glaring at his son in frustration. Renold sank to his knees at once, blurting out apology after apology. Layla barely got a word out before Warren kicked her, sending her flying back a few feet. "I haven't even dealt with you for hitting me and Ms. Cole. Are you doing it yourself, or do you want me to step in?"

I was just fifteen my wolf still a restless, half formed shadow. I was running towards the stone fountain, my heart hammering against my ribs because I had heard the scream. “Mum… mummm!” I screamed as I kept running at my best pace. I kept hearing the gurgling, desperate sound of someone losing their fight for air. I burst through the Willow branches and froze. My mother Miranda,the rightful Luna, the woman who had birthed me, was pinned face down in the freezing water of the fountain. Her fingers clawed weakly at the stone lip, her silver hair floating like dead weeds.