Romeo And Layla Novels & Stories

Max smiled and nodded, then led me into the pack house. Right before he opened the door, I heard Layla screaming. "I'M YOUR LUNA!" I rolled my eyes. I'm his mate. He promised I'm the one he wants. He's already told her to leave, I don't understand what her hangup is. Once we opened the door, Wyatt swung around and looked at us. "Ah, Layla. Looks like the maids haven't taken the trash out yet, huh?" Max snickered to me. It took alot in me to hold back my laugh. I don't know this she-wolf, but Max had pretty much filled me in on her during our walk. And just from the stories, I do not like her at all. I looked at Wyatt, and as I looked into his eyes, all I could see was love. I felt like he tr

she shouted at them. When no one dared to speak, Elena nodded. “Better. Now let’s get back to practice,” she announced. Layla cautiously approached Elena. Elena looked down at her, waiting. Layla cleared her throat, filled with unshed tears. “Thanks,” she managed to say. “For?” “For standing up for me,” Layla expressed. “You should stand tall and never allow any form of disrespect. You are the Luna, soon to be Queen,” Layla couldn't help but feel that might not be the case, given the ongoing talks. The pack might already be against her impending marriage to Demetrius. She held back her tears, determined to have Elena by her side, despite the circumstances.

She turns around to the two female that are walking over with smiles on their faces. "Star, Rue." Layla greets them. The three embrace each other, then they turn towards me. The one by the name of Star leans her head to the side as she looks me up and down, while Rue seems confused. "I'm confused." Star and Rue said at the same time. "Leo," Layla tells them. "Oh," Star said. While Rue covers her mouth to hide her laugh. Layla elbows her. "Be nice." "But, he made her into you. This is more than an obsession. You would think-" Rue stops talking because again Leo walks over to us.

Why does that make me think of Layla? “Of course, it is Layla.” Alessandro seemed to have read my mind. “I met Layla during a brief trip to Las Vegas. I usually didn’t have a good relationship with women, but things were easy with Layla. And things became easier after I found out that she was part of an American mafia.” Alessandro nodded to himself. “Back then, it seemed as though the relationship would work out because even my grandfather approved of her.”

“What do you mean?” Alexander's smile was radiant. “Us. You and me. Together.” I smiled back. “I'm already yours, Alex.” Alexander pulled me close. Our lips met in a passionate kiss. The city lights twinkled around us. As we broke apart for air. Alexander whispered. “I love you, Layla.” Tears of joy filled my eyes. “I love you too, Alex.” The night was magical. A new chapter in our lives had begun. But little did we know.

Veronica yelled. “What did you just call me?” Layla asked, gazing at her with those icy blue eyes of hers, which penetrated into Veronica’s soul so much that she looked away immediately. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Your punishment is way too light for what you did, so be grateful and don’t show your ugly face here ever again,” Layla said. “The Moon Goddess made a mistake when she chose you as the Alpha’s mate. Just know that,” Veronica said, looking over her shoulder as she was being dragged away.

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.

Kane commanded, his voice echoing with the authority of the Alpha King. Amelia’s gaze darted between Kane and Rylan, realizing they were outnumbered. Celeste, however, wasn’t ready to give up. “Don’t you see?” Celeste hissed, addressing Rylan. “She’s dangerous! She’s not the Aria you know, she’s Layla, Kane’s mate. She’ll destroy everything you’ve built.” Rylan’s jaw tightened, his gaze flickering to Aria. “And yet she’s the one I chose,” he said firmly. “You, on the other hand, betrayed me.”

She turned around, grabbed his arm, and pulled him towards Layla. “I know you two have met, but I’ve not officially done an introduction. Pyro, this is Layla, the moon child and my soul sister, and Layla, this is Pyro, my protector.” “It’s nice to meet you, Layla,” Pyro said, stretching out his hand to her. His face remained dead serious and cold, but she didn’t miss the warmth in his eyes. “It’s nice to meet you too,” Layla smiled at him and shook his hand without hesitation. The corners of his lips tipped up to the tiniest smile for a millisecond before dropping back to normal.

A wide smile illuminated her features as she hastened her pace, eager to reach them. "Gio... Oh my goodness, it's Ryle!" Layla exclaimed, her delight evident in her voice. With a mix of excitement and tenderness, she swiftly closed the distance between them, her eyes fixed on Ryle, the one who respect her after Giovanni. "Layla!" Ryle called out, his voice filled with affection, and he ran towards her, his tiny legs carrying him swiftly into her awaiting embrace. Layla gracefully dropped down to her knees, her face beaming with affectionate adoration. Cupping Ryle's cherubic cheeks in her hands, she gazed at him with adoring eyes, reveling in the precious connection they shared.