Little Dove Layla Frost Novels & Stories

Delilah (Aviva) staggered and got on her feet. “What are you doing?!.” Lucifer asked in a wary tone. “Getting my job done!!, I am going after the target!.” Delilah (Aviva) said in a hush tone. “I won't let you risk your life!.” Lucifer told her. Delilah (Aviva) pushed his hand away, she struggled to stay on her feet. She inhaled and exhaled trying to get as much air as possible into her lungs before she passed out due to lack of oxygen.

Five years after my parents' divorce, I met my mother at school. She had just finished a parent-teacher meeting for her stepdaughter, who was the top student in the grade, and was beaming with joy. The moment she saw me, her expression darkened. "Do you always come to school dressed like this? This is how your father is raising you?" She handed me a business card and said in a condescending tone, "Take this. Tell your father that I'll enroll you in the international program right away if he's willing to admit his mistake. It's better than staying in the regular program and struggling." I did not take it and took a few steps back. "No thanks, Ms. Stroll." She frowned, her eyes filled with

I said, nodding. I exhaled slowly, looking down at the pot we have used to cook the brew on the kitchen island. “I hope this brew works for you. I really do.” Calista smiled, her eyes full of gratitude. “It will, Lyra. I can feel it. Thank you for everything.” “Sure. Why am I doubting it now? We made it with love,” I said, smiling and she laughed. As I was preparing to leave, we heard a knock and soon an omega came in to tell us that Sylvia is here to see the Luna. Calista’s face fell and she reluctantly told the omega to allow her in.

He ignored Colden's question at first, turning his attention to her. "My dear, you look radiant. Marriage agrees with you. Tell me, how's life in the Frost fold? Not too overwhelming, I hope?" Layla forced a polite smile, her voice steady despite the twist of unease knotting her stomach. There was something malicious beneath his charm, a glint in his eye that screamed ulterior motives. Her mind raced. "It's been an adjustment, Mr. Frost, but Colden's made it... manageable. We're finding our rhythm."

The possessed Layla let out another chilling laugh. “She only defeated your pathetic Evelyn because I allowed her to tap into my power! She is mine! Her will is subservient to mine! She is merely a shell, a puppet on my strings!” “No!” I shouted, dodging another brutal assault, feeling the familiar sting of energy as she clawed at my arm, her touch burning like ice. “She’s not! She’s Layla Bloodwood, Luna Queen of the Bloodwood Pack, and she belongs to no one but herself, and to me!” My heart ached, a deep, crushing sorrow settling over me. I couldn’t keep fighting her. Not like this. This wasn't a battle against an enemy; it was a battle against my own soul. Each block, each parry, felt lik

Ivy scratched her head and said, "It looks great, but I don't need it... I don't have any trophies to put in it..." "You don't have to use it for trophies. You can also put your accessories in it! It's just for your own viewing, anyway. You can put whatever you want, and if it pleases you, you can even put your socks or even underwear in it!" Ivy burst into laughter at her words. "I will buy one for you! Don't you think we have similar preferences? From now on, I will buy you exactly what I buy myself," Layla said. The next day, Layla boarded the flight headed for Bridgedale. She had not informed anyone about her trip apart from Mike and Chad, and she had told them not to tell the others sin

Unlike Brie's greenish brown hair and matching brown eyes, this other shewolf has brownish blonde hair in tight, long wild curls, with piercing light blue eyes that seem like they are visibly trying to attack whatever that is getting her pissed off as she continues switching between scrunching up her nose and glaring at her phone as she taps away. Is she having a bad morning or what? “Hi.” I say calmly, taking my seat near Brie whilst trying not to make the mood weirder than it is starting to be. Brie turns to me. “Uhm, Layla, meet my friend Zuby.” She turns to the absent-minded shewolf. “Zuby, meet Layla.” Silence. Complete, fucking silence. I decide to break it myself. “Hi.” I repeat the s

****** Third Person POV The glass doors dividing the balcony from the Luna's chambers softly creaks open like a creep in the middle of the silent night. Leaxandra was a heavy sleeper and not to mention she stayed up late, she couldn't be stirred awake easily now and he knows that too. "God, I got too riled up and ended up coming here instead." The man in the shadow laughs as soon as he reaches her bedside. "But can you blame my patience, Scarlett?" Leaning down, he closely examines her beautiful face morphed into relaxation. Like an angel destined to pull him down all through seven layers of hell.

"I am fine, I just need to lay down." Lisa did not stop her with more questions but let Layla walk away. Reaching her room, Layla went straight to bed, laid down on her comforting blanket, and closed her eyes. Her breathing slowed as she wondered why she was so worked up. She allowed herself to drift off into a restless sleep. She kept tossing and turning, unwilling to get up just yet. Eventually, she stood up, went to her bathroom, splashed water on her face, and retreated to her safe haven. LAYLA’S POV

“Alpha, you called me?” “Eddie, this is Layla Blackwell, daughter of Drakon Blackwell. I need you to drop her off tonight.” “Luna Layla. Come along.” Eddie bows his head to me respectfully. “You won’t be coming?” I ask, and Quade smirks. “Trust me, there’s nothing more dangerous than riding in the same car as me.” ~