Nilou X Layla Novels & Stories

Mirah added and Layla nodded. " Yeah, we should just live our normal lives like before. A struggling life without a millionaire to be at our aid " She muttered and walked away into the room while Mirah followed behind. *** " Did you see that hot guy? " Mirah asked as they worked on their assignment. " Hot guy? " Layla asked without looking up. Her attention was based on the work before her. " Yeah, I couldn't help but stare at him all through, he's so damn handsome " Mirah muttered, still focused on writing.

Layla pulled my hand, trying to get me to stay with her. "Honey? What's going on? Are you not happy to see me? Who is she?" She questioned. I turned and looked at her. After seeing my mate, Layla is nothing compaired to her. Alexandria had long, brown hair with beautiful hazel eyes. Layla had short blonde hair and brown eyes. Her face was always caked in makeup. "She's-" I started, but Layla interuppted me.

“I’ll come.” “Good.” Lyra looked genuinely pleased now. “Then I’ll expect to see you there.” After saying that, she gave both Mira and I a small nod before eventually turning and disappearing back into the growing crowd gathered around the results board. The moment she left, I released a long exhausted breath. Mira immediately turned toward me with barely concealed excitement. “A party,” she whispered dramatically. “Lady Nilah, this is actually perfect.” I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. “Nothing good has ever followed the sentence ‘this is perfect’ in my life.”

The woman with violet irises smiled and nodded at Layla "I-I don't understand-" "Layla and Icarus who are bound with great sacrifices yet separated by the guilt, remorse, hatred for their enemies and baggage from their past lives. Our soul has lived multiple lives-Ilaria, Layla who was the wife of Duke Valentine and Layla who is Icarus's soulmate are all one but you shall never find happiness if you keep dwelling in past so the very past that you considered a baggage has come to ask you Layla- would you want to know the truth:

she replied. “I will force you and use whatever means possible to teach you want you to need to know,” Fey said Layla used her ears to cover her ears and walked away, without saying anything to her. “You need to listen to what I am telling you,” Fey said as she followed her “Stop yelling, people are already looking at us,” Layla stated. “I wouldn’t stop until you tell me the name of this handsome dude. He is so hot and cool, I love his aura and his voice…”

Layla happily looked at the man sitting across from her, the one soon to become her life partner and step into the remaining journey of life with her. "Layla, you are beautiful." Leon, her destined partner, looked at her with a mesmerizing gaze, uttering the compliment from the depth of his heart. That whispered sentence made the successor queen of wolves shyly bow her head, too embarrassed to let him see her flushed face. Today is a special day for the Western wolf tribe, the wedding day of wolf queen Layla. Below the tree platform where Layla and Leon stand are several hundred wolf tribe members from the West. They cheer and celebrate the marriage ceremony of the Western tribe leader.

Beyond she could see several doors, which she assumed was the bedroom, kitchen and bathroom. "Yes. It is a gift from our Creator",Xavier said, watching Layla examine his home. He had to admit, he was the luckiest warrior to be paired with such a beauty like Bianca. She was everything he needed in a partner; beautiful, classy, smart, with a body to die for. He had forgotten about what she said in the field, about being from the next life and claiming to be mated to that bloody beast. He assumed she was just saying all that to discourage him from having feelings for her. Now he felt desire and lust arise within him as he stared at her. Layla noticed the way he stared at her with lust and she b

"I know it wasn't to come here and fill me with compliments." "You're right," Niniane said cooly, as she slipped yet another wooden stake from her jacket pocket. This one did not carry the symbols of the First Chosen, like the one she'd given Layla. "I decided that I was sick of watching in the background while you continued your scourge on this earth." Ravana let out a deadly chuckle. "Oh dear, Niniane," he growled. "You should have stayed at home." Niniane crouched into a fighting stance and with speeds that Layla could hardly track with her mortal eyes, the two charged at one another.

Layla yawned stretching her hands, she then got up on her feet. "Goodnight." Layla started to walk away but paused and ambled closer to me. "You look beautiful in this nightie. And I think I should let you know that white is Tyrell's favourite colour." Her eyes flickered with mischief and she grinned before dashing away. I glance at her going away and then at my nightie, it was white-coloured. Why was she telling me that? I facepalmed embarrassed. I hoped that she wasn't thinking I had plans to seduce her cousin, I wasn't that shallow. I only wore the nightie because it was one of my favourites, white was my second favourite colour and I didn't know how to feel finding out that Tyrell loved

her mother joined in, supporting her father. It was only then that Dari realised that this was an ambush, Lily coming over to her with her favourite juice in hand was to gauge her mood or put her in a better mood if necessary to make her more accepting of whatever they had to say. Her parents had come over when they noticed it was safe to do so, probably after observing for a while, "well played" she thought to herself knowing she has been cornered and the was no avoiding the discussion. Dari knew she had to be careful not to add to her long list of offences.