Nilou X Layla Novels & Stories

she demanded, her voice steady despite the fear that gnawed at her heart. Stay back, Nate,” I said, my voice was low and urgent. “This is between him and me.” But Layla stood her ground, her eyes blazing with defiance. “I’m not leaving your side, Nate. We’ll face him together.” With a nod of gratitude, I turned to face my adversary, my muscles tense with anticipation. The air crackled with tension as we circled each other, our gazes locked in a silent battle of wills. But before either of us could strike, a sudden movement caught my eye. Layla, sensing an opportunity, launched herself forward, her dagger gleaming in the moonlight.

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:

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.

Her plan was simple, get rid of Anita using Nico then get rid of him as well. “Come, spend the night with me and you can come live with me from tomorrow onward.” Nico said, as much as Layla wanted Nathan, she could not resist the mate bond, right now being with him sounded much better than sleeping alone. “Alright let’s go, am a bit tired, my name is Layla by the way.” She agreed then introduced herself remembering that she did not do it.

I pat Riley on the back as I say, “I am sorry, mate, but it's only two years; I am sure you will manage.” Neither of us heard Layla when she entered the kitchen; Layla cleared her throat as she leaned against the door frame, and a shiver of excitement ran through me when I saw she was only wearing a pair of knickers and my favorite shirt. Layla looks at me, then Riley, and asks, “What are you sorry about, Darius?” Riley sighs and makes her a cup of coffee; once we are seated around the table, he explains to Layla that Willow is his mate. Layla snorts, choking on her coffee as she stammers,

Nadia went completely still. “You stayed… where?” “In his house.” Nadia let out a disbelieving laugh. “You’re kidding.” “I’m not.” Nadia paced a small circle on the sidewalk, shaking her head. “No. No, this is exactly what I was trying to prevent.” “It’s not like that!” “Then what is it like, Layla?” Layla hesitated,then said quietly, “He protected me.” Nadia stopped pacing.Her eyes softened for a second but only for a second.

I asked her, intrigued, as she continued to stroke me now. “Other lessons… I will demonstrate after our wedding, your highness,” Layla whispered, dangerously bold in her promise, “since you said I will be your wife, giving you my innocence will be a pure gift from my heart; for now, until we are married, I shall fully pleasure my prince with only my mouth.” “Didn't your highness say that I talk too much and distract you?” She asked playfully. “Oh, you do talk too much,” I conceded, “but your mouth is absolutely excellent at performing other, more delightful things.”

Layla’s POV She is really here. The person I had been searching for. The air went still, and it felt as if time had frozen. My gaze fixed on the figure wearing a black cloak. I couldn’t see her, but I could feel it. She was the one. I stepped down from the stairs nervously. It’s been a long time since I saw Raina, although we never had a normal childhood, I still loved her. I finally got to where she was, as I was about to reach out my hand to touch her, Maisie came out of a room screaming.

I asked, yawning. “We're going to learn everything about Hemophilia A,” Layla announced, handing me a stack of books and articles. I groaned, laughing. “You're going to turn me into a Hemophilia expert, aren't you?” Layla grinned mischievously. “You bet I am.” “But I already know everything there is to know,” I protested, pouting. “No, no, no man. You can't deceive me with that face. I'd you knew everything them you wouldn't have cut yourself.” She countered.

Placing my hand on his shoulder, I whispered. "I'm part of your group. And we are going to kill the bastard together." A sinister smile spread across his lips. I fell in love with the smile. "I still have something to say," Layla voice rung out again. "It's the second phase of the plan." How interesting? What else could she have in my mind? "Go on," I answered, taking my gaze off James and fixing it on Layla.