Novel Layla Majnun Novelas e Histórias

too sick to feel embarrassed at the request, Lynan turned his face up to catch Yael’s eyes. The man chuckled and ruffled his hair. “I’d have to let you go to get our book.” “I’ll go fetch it,” Liev stood from where he had been reclining on the couch opposite the bed they were currently in and set off into the mansion once he received his instructions on where to locate the novel. Liev returned quickly with the murder mystery that Yael had started reading to Lynan a few weeks ago. Lynan settled in for the evening as did the other contestants who were sitting in the lounge. Yael picked up where they left of all that time ago and he closed his eyes, letting that smooth voice wash over him.

Layla could feel her own heart racing, just waiting for that moment of connection. Sunny then started trembling as she pressed her body closer to Layla and started kissing back with a newfound intensity. Their breasts pressed against one another, and the cold water running down them made their nipples harden as they continued their passionate embrace. Layla's hands then roamed over Sunny's wet skin, tracing every curve and eliciting soft moans of pleasure. Sunny's eyes flickered with a mix of uncertainty and longing as Layala touched her. They were both experiencing a love that neither of them had ever known. It was like two souls meeting each other for the first time.

Lily sat at the coffee shop, sipping her latte and scrolling through her phone. She had always loved this place – the cozy atmosphere, the smell of fresh coffee, and the sound of the barista's steaming milk. It was her safe haven, her escape from the chaos of her life. As she looked up from her phone, she caught sight of James walking towards her. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him – tall, handsome, and charming as ever. He was her best friend Sarah's fiancé, and Lily had been secretly in love with him for years.

With a maturity that surpassed all of the other vying suitors who had arrived so far. "I'm here to escort you to the room for the afternoon tea. Chef is still making the food, so that will not come immediately. Are you ready?" Asked a smiling Layla. At her handmaid's words, her heart swelled until it exploded with joy. The shackles keep the hope that her mother might allow her to be mated to Prince Fenn shattered, and few open. Filling her body with that giddiness from earlier and an overwhelming joy. She jumped high into the air of the library, fluttering her great black wings, knocking over some books and papers with her tailwind, in delight with that red book now held in crossed arms over

Magnolia beamed. The two women had gotten closer over the past two weeks. They had been spending every day together, so it was bound to happen. Laya confessed that she had no interest in Daniel and that he was like a brother to her. She had told Magnolia about the man she was madly in love with and the sad tale of how he was killed right in front of her on their wedding day. He was the reason why she had decided to join the army and become a mage. She had made an oath to herself at her lover’s grave that she would never give her heart to anyone else until the day she died and joined him.

I am so sorry for not updating this story T_T I've had a rough year. I basically moved to the USA from Nepal as an international student and the changes have been hectic. I am almost done with my freshman year. I live in New York, and everything is so fast-paced here that I even have difficulty breathing sometimes. I romanticized new york sm and am still romanticizing it. But in general, it is tough to survive here. I am a little more stable now so I will try to update the chapters on time. I have a lot of hopes for this novel in general. But I am not sure if I will make it. But I am not gonna give up. Please bear with me. Thank you so much for all the reads up until now. I am grateful that

I cried bitterly, letting him pull me to the couch. "It's not too late, Laylay. I'm here." After staying like that for a while, I finally calmed down. "So? What's it going to be? Are you still interested in me?" He tapped his chin as if he was thinking. My heart began to beat fast. "Before I answer that, was the Laylay I met at the dungeon the real Laylay?" I didn't know how to answer that question. I didn't want to scare him away with the truth but I didn't want to start this on a lie

Layla “My prince…” I whispered when I finally dared to look up. Lucian’s ruby-red eyes stared back at me, glowing like candy. His breath mingled with mine, his lips inches away. “Layla…” he whispered, voice low and rough, as if he was fighting something inside him. Words spilt out of me before I could stop them. “You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. They are like rubies… my favourite stone. And strawberry candies. Sweet and bright and…” My voice trailed as heat burned across my cheeks.

Arash's eyes immediately fell on a novel with a white rose cover that was not as large as most novels. With a slightly damaged cover and a plastic cover on the outside, Arash was even more convinced that the novel must be quite old, for a book. Without realising it, the man blurted out the novel's author's name rather loudly. "A novel by Mira.W ...." Arash said. Upon hearing this, Arash could see that the girl named Zaya immediately shifted her attention to the bag lying on the chair next to where she was sitting. She then turned her gaze to Arash, whose eyes were still fixed on the book without blinking.

The first light of dawn bled through the tall windows, turning the marble floors of the twins’ mansion into a pale wash of silver. The air was still, but it carried the faint scent of rain, as if the world itself was holding its breath. Layla sat at the far end of the long dining table, the ancient scroll rolled up neatly in front of her. She hadn’t slept. The shadows under her eyes were deep, but her back was straight, and her fingers rested lightly on the table as if to anchor herself.