Romans & histoires Novel Layla Majnun

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.”

"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.

"A book can transport us to distant realms, introducing us to characters who become our confidants, even lovers, for a brief moment in time. What tale has captured your imagination, dear stranger?" Liam, caught off guard by Layla's profound observation, found himself charmed by her eloquence. "It's a novel by one of my favorite authors," he confessed, a hint of enthusiasm seeping into his words. "The protagonist embarks on a perilous journey, facing countless obstacles in search of his true purpose. It's a story that resonates deeply within me, as if the pages of my life mirror the trials and tribulations of this fictional hero."

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.

He said with a calm tone to me. "I'm new here" I answered. I struggled with fighting back the tears that tried to roll down my eyes, maintaining my charisma before him. But I felt his fingers on my chin, lifting my face up and causing me to peer into his eyes before he asked me again, "What is your name?" "Layla" I responded with a shaky tone, trying to redirect my eyes to something else. "Layla Caldwell" I said with a low tone. He smiled at me, and he released my hand from his hand, turned to his men and signalled them with the move of his eyebrows to follow after him. He wore a wide smile on his face as he patted me on the shoulders as he walked away, speaking to his men.

Or don’t come at all. She put the phone down, screen facing the desk. The act was done. A meeting was set in the ashes of her old life. She had just deliberately stepped off the path Michael had dictated, choosing instead a dark alley where the truth;ugly, brutal, and potentially shattering,was waiting. Through the glass, Michael looked up, as if sensing the shift in her energy across the divide. His gaze met hers, cool and questioning. Layla offered him a faint, fragile smile,the perfect mask of a woman simply settling into her new job.