Lil Peep And Layla Novels & Stories

“I am involved; I am hot, so yeah, the ladies will go gaga about me, and then everyone wants to have fun. There is one; her name is Peach; she is so obsessed with me, but I overheard her saying she wants to please the Don. But then she sneaks into the dark with me, and we'd do bad things; most of them are just hiding under a facade.” I grinned. Like I said I won't blame them, you are hot and lively, any woman would want to get down with you, so you can't blame them for gushing. Layla scoffed, rolling her eyes and tossing a pillow at me. “Oh, shut up, you love to tease me a lot.” We both burst into laughter, the kind that made my stomach ache and my chest feel lighter at the same time.

It was a woman who'd posted a couple pictures of herself and Layla on I*******m. They were both smiling excitedly into camera in one, and in another, they were in a club, appearing to be partying hard. There was a third one where Layla was latching onto the arm of a man, pressing meaningfully against his side, with his hands resting lazily above her butts.

“She’s with Drew Blackwell. He seemed… apologetic.” “Oh?” This I should go check out. I walk through the crowd and it parts, allowing me to move with ease. They lower their heads to their king and I scan the faces until I spot Layla; her back is to me, her blond hair pinned up, exposing her smooth back. The black shimmering fabric of her gown clings to her narrow waist and sexy ass. One that is covered with marks thanks to our morning sex session. “…If there’s anything I can do please don’t hesitate to reach out. Once again, I am sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”

Lily asked smiling. "It's a surprise. If I tell you, it won't be a surprise again," Lyla replied. They arrived at the location and got out of the car. "It's a baby shop," Lily exclaimed laughing and hugging Lyla. The driver parked the car in the open car park. Lily and Lyla got out of the car and walked towards the shop. Lyla dropped something and bent over to pick it up, leaving Lily to walk ahead of her with a smile plastered on her face looking at the baby shop in front of her.

She stared at Erdogan who smiled and rubbed her hair. "Hey!" One of the parents of the class tapped Layla on the shoulder. Layla turned to look at her, "Yes" She looked at the person that tapped her and it was a woman. "Your children are so cute and obedient. Only if mine was half as cute as yours, instead they only know how to cause trouble for me" The woman strikes up a conversation causing Layla to smile. "But you love them. I'm Layla Knightley by the way" Layla introduced herself.

She replies with a laugh. "She's very observant." I reply. "That she is!" She laughs aloud. Layla looks up at me slowly, our eyes meeting and I find myself getting lost in them. "Nicolae.." She begins to speak when I press my lips into hers. Layla's POV:

Riley wiggles his eyebrows at her and whispers, “Can I help you bring Ellie and Beth down for breakfast?” She frowns and asks, “Why.” Riley gives her a cheesy grin as he says, “I want Willow to see how good I am with kids.” Layla covers her mouth with her hand as she whispers, “But your not good with kids.” He scratches his head as he says, “Please, Layla, I want to make a good impression on her.” Layla looks at me and growls as she turns to Riley and says, “You're not using my daughters to make a good impression on someone Riley.”

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.

Tyler looked like he was about to throw his phone across the room. “Nine in the morning,” Ryan said, his voice dangerously calm. “That’s not enough time to kill this. We need to know what they want.” The phone buzzed again in his hand. A new message appeared. Unknown: Good. You’re all together. At 3 AM, Lila will go to the private rooftop lounge of the afterparty venue. She will fuck the head of the studio live on a private stream for select guests. Make it loud. Make it memorable. Fail, and the full drone footage drops at 9 AM tomorrow.

Because of Charles’s fame, it was a national sensation, and Layla became an overnight star. She was breathtaking on the ice—sharp-tongued, brilliant, and impossibly cute. "I want a pup just like her! Her parents must be Alphas of the highest order!" "She’s not just pretty; she’s a genius on skates! I love her!" "You wish your pups were that coordinated!" "She looks better than half the pro-skaters in the league!" As Layla’s fame exploded, people started hunting for her parents. The production team kept the records locked tight, but the internet was relentless.