Romeo And Layla Novels & Stories

She had trained for the last ten years for this opportunity and now at last, she was ready. Tomorrow she would finally embark on her mission and bring her parent’s murderer to justice. Layla was both excited and nervous, excited that she was finally being given this opportunity but nervous because Blake had told her that the Black Water Alpha was a cruel and ruthless man, who showed no mercy to anyone who opposed him. If she was caught before she killed him, she had no doubt that he would kill her without a second thought.

She couldn’t even enjoy it,’ Layla scoffed, walking over to the closet and looking for a sexy gown for the night. ‘So what’s the plan?’ Ayla questioned Layla since she looked like she had already decided to take some steps. ‘It is Aramis’ first night back. He must be devastated. I want him to feel like I am the only one who truly loves him while his precious Luna Queen took away his kids and left him alone. I am here for him,’ Layla told Ayla all about her plans while preparing for the night.

Layla stared at the hand wondering who she was and Rhea dragged her up. “You’re welcome little cousin,” Rhea said and dusted her hands. “I didn’t say thank y…” Layla stopped dead in her tracks. “Did you just call me little cousin?” “Rhea Damon,” she smiled at Layla. “Ghost’s daughter and only child, heir to the Damon dynasty.” “The Damon dynasty that he stole from my father after killing him!’ Layla cried. “You bi..” “I would watch my mouth if I were you, little girl,” Rhea smiled at her. “I’m not here to discuss politics with you while the war between yours and mine wages on. I’m here to make a little treaty and save my cousins asses.”

I whispered back, brokenly, trying to match him: “I am yours. Only yours. Always.” He smiled, brushing a kiss along my temple, my lips, my forehead. “Oui. Toujours.” Yes. Always. The sun climbed higher, spilling more warmth across the room, painting his skin in gold, painting me in light, painting our shared intimacy in a glow that neither of us wanted to end. I woke up fully hours later, still pressed against him, his arms wrapped around me like he could never let go. Our breathing had slowed, our hearts had settled, but the memory of the night lingered—soft, intimate, unforgettable.

The priest looked at our fingers intertwined and coughed awkwardly. "I do. And I swear, no matter what happens, I am willing to protect my only Luna, Rebecca Swan, with my life." Alex kissed my hand gently. "Rebecca Swan, the Luna of the Dark Moon Pack, whether in health or sickness, rich or poor, are you willing to hold Alex Troy's hands, respect and love him, until death separates you?" The priest turned his head to me. "I do." I smiled and nodded. "Now, the groom can kiss the bride. I think you have been waiting for a long time." The priest said with a smile.

Stella hasn’t been this happy since we left Baja, and they seem to have a spark between them. It’s all hard to wrap my head around. Layla, the healer and spa owner, is actually the ancestral founder and first Luna of the San Diego pack? And now my daughter - who’s related to Layla - was destined to rescue her Star Twin and reunite the two of them? I think about what Caleb told me about my late shift meaning that I was special. He turned out to be right, after all. If Layla and Ayala took this many centuries to access their wolves, what could they possibly be like?

LAYLAS POV When Layla and her new crew had all finished their dinner, they sat at the table chatting for what felt like forever. She learned that Javier was the son of Ares and Kinley was a daughter of Aphrodite. It suddenly made sense why Javier looked the way he did and why Kinley was so alluring. Layla noticed that multiple people were staring at her. They take quick glances and whisper to their friends and people next to them. Layla leaned towards the middle of the table.

Layla sighed as she stood from the other side of the river still in the underworld, watching the mam she loved more than anything. “We will see each other again, I promise. One day, I’ll get to tell you that I love you too.” Layla said, but her words couldn’t reach the world of the living. So instead, she just stood there watching the man she love watch her with the same amount of love. The end

My insides are screaming as panic sets in as flashes of the last however long, blaze through my mind like a forest fire. "My name is Layla. I don't know where I am, or how I got here. I don't even know what day it is. I was running and fell off a cliff into a raging river and that is the last thing I remember. Brady and Jace - " I start to explain what happened when he slams his fist into the cement wall cracking it. Whoa.

Yash let out a long breath, spreading the fire so thin it was if it were only a plume of smoke that shimmered in the sky. The drumming began to intensify as the Luna stepped forward. Her flame was large, as long as her torso. She split it in two allowing each hand to hold a flickering flame. As she chanted the flame began to take shape, turning into the goddess selene in one hand. On the other hand was now a fiery man. I recognized this legend. It was about Selene's love story. Knowing that Raya would not understand the story as it played out, I decided to tell it as the flames recreated it.