Nilou X Layla Novels & Stories

You’re so petty! [Stop seducing men!] [Julius Yu is Ayla’s fiancé! How can you manipulate him like that?] Leila shut her eyes tightly. She placed her phone down on her desk before leaning on the swivel chair. Dead of the night and she is still stuck in her office, trying to finish designing custom orders. It was already midnight and she just finished preparing patterns for her task tomorrow. She just briefly checked her phone and found the wave of notifications flooding her phone. It was cruel to see the amount of hate comments that she couldn’t bring herself to read them all.

The Aducator said as she spread her fingers and absorbed a dark mist form the ground below. “The other didn’t have the hatred that I do.” Layla said in a sharp tone, she wasn’t scared and couldn’t even pretend to care what the aducator sai before lifting hands and shoot more fire from her fingers. A storm of light and heat rated out of Layal, showing the burning passion she had to end the Aducator. The Aducator threw her hands up blocking the fire with a black mist shield, Layla didn’t stop though. She stepped forward throwing more energy into the ball of fire, she took another step as the aducator stepped back. One more step, before she dropped one of her hands to pull a tree out of the gro

Nora sneered, her voice laced with a sinister promise, her eyes glinting with a knowing light that sent a chill down Layla's spine. The air in the room seemed to vibrate with tension, the silence that followed Nora's words deafening. Kaidon's tiny hands waved in distress, his tiny face scrunched up in a cry as if sensing the darkness that had entered the room. Layla's grip on him tightened, her eyes fixed on Nora with a fierce determination, her voice low and deadly. "You're evil, Nora. And I'll stop you, no matter what it takes," Layla's voice was a low, fierce whisper, her eyes blazing with a determination that seemed to burn brighter with every passing moment.

, Kendra said and they all chorused “CHEESEEEEEE” After which Damian held Layla’s hand and said, “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me sugar.” Layla smiled and said weakly, “Me too honey, and I love you.” THE END…

Her eyes water and she barges through the changing room door. Chad obviously had his tongue down her throat again. Poor Lisa doesn't have a clue the man wants her beneath him so badly. He's so blinded by his desire for her he hasn't realised Lisa bats for the other team. I've warned her on multiple occasions to tell him, but she refuses to and that's her problem. I turn and walk into the changing room and get ready. I dim the room of its bright light. "Hi, my name's LAYLA." I close my eyes and bow, kneeling. "I am here for your pleasure."

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.

She wanted only one thing now: to enjoy whatever time remained. Nili, on the other hand, had finally calmed after her conflict with Naomi ended. Her allure and seduction never truly slept, but she had secured Adel’s place beside her—and safeguarded her secret. Layla faced an uncertain future, still yearning for motherhood, while Yassin surrendered his fate to destiny. Before Adham, the faint outline of a new life slowly emerged—one that might be joyful with Naomi, or unbearably tragic with her loss. As for Adel, he accepted Nili once he reconciled with Naomi and finally realized that Naomi no longer belonged to him. Her illness became his cure—the only force strong enough to sever his imagin

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.

Tabitha tried to be supportive. "No, I think he is." Layla pulled on the bottom of her tunic. "Oh! That's harsh for a mate." Tabitha laughed. "Tab, he is not my mate." Layla said solemnly. Tabitha's jaw dropped. "What do you mean? How do you know?" Layla scanned the area for any eavesdroppers and pulled Tabitha close to her. "I already have a mate," she whispered. Tabitha scoffed, "yeah, Alistar."

) Noira's voice reached out to her best friend, sensing Layla's unease and submission. (Your brothers are scary!) Layla responded, nervously biting her lip. (They can be idiots too.) Noira retorted, and the two friends shared a laugh. (That they are,) Layla agreed. (Help!) she called out playfully, smiling as Noira chuckled in response. (On my way.) Noira assured her, and Layla nodded softly in acknowledgment. Slowly, she rose from her hiding spot and took her seat at the table, avoiding any direct contact with the Lycgers, sensing their piercing stares burning holes into her head.