Novel Layla Majnun Novels & Stories

Layla, still shaking, lifted a trembling hand and pointed toward the window. “A ghost,” she whispered. “It’s a ghost.” “Ghost?” Lucian echoed, walking toward the window. She nodded frantically, clinging to him like a frightened child. He closed his eyes briefly and shook his head when he noticed her phone lying open on the bed. “You were reading a ghost novel?” he asked flatly. Layla nodded. “But I heard something. I swear.” “It’s just dry branches and leaves rustling,” he said calmly. “Nothing else.”

She'd lure him to a bedroom, make sure they were seen together in a compromising position. When Layla was finally released, she'd "stumble" upon the scene, heartbroken and humiliated. The marriage would crumble, scandals would erupt, and Colden—vulnerable and guilty—would turn back to Elara. As she descended the stairs, Elara's mind raced with triumph. Layla was no match for her cunning. Soon, everything would be as it should: Colden by her side, the empire hers to share. But deep down, a flicker of doubt nagged—Colden's smirk earlier, his pride in Layla. No, she pushed it aside. Her plan was foolproof.

"Your girlfriend, Freya and Beta Liam, when you…when you left yesterday and I..I...I was cleaning this room…I heard noises…" "Go straight to the point and stop stammering!" He snapped impatiently. "I found both of them having sex and then they plotted on how they would kill you! I swear, you have to believe me!" I said, breathing heavily. He stared at me in disbelief for a long time then his face contorted with anger, "How dare you, Layla?" My heart sank. "How dare you lie against my girlfriend and beta at the same time? I brought you here just to fulfill the wishes of the mate bond and you chose to overstep your boundaries?" He asked scornfully.

‘’Now that we’ve set the tone for this marriage, everyone is happy. I pushed her onto the bed, peeling away the gown from her shoulder and claiming her mouth with a force that would silence her doubts. Even if my wolf rejected her, she’d know I was fully capable of my roles. But my mind betrayed me. It wasn’t Isabella’s lips I tasted. It wasn’t her skin beneath my hands. It was Layla’s. Her eyes looked into mine as we burnt with passion. The fragrance of her skin. ‘’Layla..’’ I murmured.

"But yes, it really has been a big day for her. For all of us really. These past few days have been nothing but splendid. I could almost hear Dante nod as I didn't see him with my eyes closed and I didn't want to risk getting caught by taking a peek. Each of them rested a hand on my back, in a sharing, comfortable manner, as they idly caressed me while they talked in low voices. When both of them strokef my buttocks ad the same men, they paused and I heard them chuckle. "She has the most perfect ass," I heard Emilio say, "The ass you spent a great deal of your time fucking." Dante answered back, scoffing but he let out a low chuckle afterwards. "Can you blame me? How can someone anyone as al

Unknown POV ****** Layla rolls onto her bed in her rented apartment. Next to her is James Davenport, sleeping peacefully with his wife’s so-called best friend. Layla has spent yet another night with James in her bed and though she has no feelings for him, her actions are not for nothing. By making him commit adultery, Layla can make James her future voluntary or involuntary partner in crime. By the flow of the current things, she’s sure a lot of blood will be spilled in the future.

Chapter 88: “Really!” she exclaimed and jumped on her with a hug, “I told you they got their eyes on you but you never believe me, I guessed right, I can’t differentiate them but I can guess which one of them asked you out, poor boy why go through this stress before asking you out. How can he be this handsome, rich, and shy at the same time? So which of them are you getting married to?” Fey asked with a smile. “Both,” Layla replied.

’ thought Lily looking intensely at the Ahn’s Mansion. “This is killing me!” said Layla looking at the Mansion for a second then back on the road. “What?” asked Lily in utter shock. “I didn’t tell Hanuel anything about your treatment” said Layla in a guilty tone. “I am sorry you had to keep that a secret” said Lily looking down sadly. “Are you missing Min Jun? You have been staring very intensely at the place” asked Layla in a curious tone. “Nope. It’s just…uh.. nothing” said Lily as she couldn’t come up with an excuse.

She poured out her longing, her fears, and her undying affection for the man who had captured her heart—Liam. With every stroke of her pen, Chloe released the weight of her unspoken desires, revealing the truth that had lingered in the shadows of her heart. She spoke of the rumors that had whispered their way to her ears, tales of Liam's newfound romance with the enchanting Layla. She bared her vulnerability, acknowledging the complexity of her emotions and the uncertainty that gnawed at the corners of her consciousness.

Fiona asked with wide eyes which caused Layla to remain completely speechless. "What kind of novels have you been reading?" Layla asked with amused eyes. She was aware that Fiona was a novel fanatic. "Then," Fiona asked as they went on their journey again. "I'm aware of his identity, and I'm going to tell you, but please, this stays between us," Layla said and Fiona nodded frantically. She actually wanted to know who took her virginity. "It's Miles Brooks and we would be getting married soon," Layla finally said and Fiona suddenly lost control of the car.