Romeo And Layla Novels & Stories

I muttered. Now, while it was not unheard of to have more than one mate it was a rare occurrence and what are the odds that we were all thrown into this web. There was a part of me though that was extremely happy that Romeo was mated to someone else. I knew that there was some sort of relationship between him and Ayla. Glad to see that that is fucking over and that he will now stay away from my woman. “Damn straight” Leo purred sounding nothing if not pleased by the information.

But at night, she was a heartbroken soul in burning flames, staying up all night trying to block out the haunting memories of the man she was still holding on to, before crying herself to sleep at dawn. He had heard the success of the man who made her like that and wanted to bury a knife in his forehead and another one deep in his heart. Then, a month ago, he waltzed in wanting an alliance before they couldn’t afford everything they had both built to come to ruins. Not only did he swear allegiance, but the man also started behaving like a Romeo, making everything look like Aurora was the one who had stabbed him. Layla nodded and helped him hold Aurora for a bit before he carefully carried he

She continued moving closer to him and he kept taking a step backward till his back touched Aria’s desk. She stopped walking and smiled devilishly with a part of her mouth. “Where are you running to now?” “I am not running from you, why will I?” He acted up, smiling. He stood straight on his feet and amended his clothes. He beamed, insincerely. “Who are you I will be afraid of?” Layla sighed and suddenly moved her head closer to him with an almost non-existence gap between them. She pointed her finger straight into his eyes. “I am not only a vampire but also a werewolf. You should be grateful today isn’t a full moon, I would have ripped you apart!”

“You slut. You show up here after years of evading my brother, allow him to claim you then expect him to raise some others man’s pup. Please Roman tell me you aren’t that stupid.” “How fucking dare you!” Launching myself at Layla she growled only for Roman to step between us. “Move Roman!” “Calm down.” Placing his hand on my stomach he pecked my lips. “Layla apologise.” “Like fuck I will!” She stood there with her hands on her hips as if she was someone important. She may be my mates sister and an Alpha to another pack, but I’d still knock her the fuck out. “Layla!” Roman growled as she stepped towards him, her eyes black as night as she stared at me letting me know her wolf stood with her,

- I do have one - I don't understand, explain to me, please - I can't, I already don't understand myself, but I know something, I need to clean this madness for you - for me? - yes, no matter what gonna happen, I'll always be on your side, even if I'm dead, my souls will follow you - what are you talking about? - we need to go now - but Jacob, I... - don't say anything, stay safe Layla, I'll find you - what? - goodbye

Adam hushed the final words before shutting the briefcase and then leaving. “The money is good. We both knew that. But working together without either dying? That’s nearly impossible.” “I’ll poison you.” She threatened, picking up the file and then got on her feet. I let my eyes wander over her outfit. The yellow gown stopped over her knee. Layla is curvy. Not D Cups curvy, but curvy enough. She’s a C cup and that ass—what I’d give to have that ass hovering over my face, chest pressed against the bed, knees propped so her legs can fold neatly.

I want to remember everything. "Your story seemed like a romantic comedy." I laughed and he sighed. Why did he sigh, is that relief? Adam stood up and stretched his body before holding his hand for me to take it. "To be truth, I wish our love story is just a romantic comedy..." His lips curled into a smile that was forced and my heart cracked upon seeing it. I will know the truth.

Although the father is not Alexander, as long as she marries Alexander with the child, she can become Alexander Pack’s Luna. The phone nearly slipped out of my hand. She was talking about Eva. Serena was out here arranging for Eva to become Luna of Alexander’s pack. The same Eva who had no business being anywhere near a pack title, near Alexander, near anything that belonged in my world. “What,” I said, my voice coming out very flat, “is this?” Serena looked up from her nails, unbothered, like I had asked her something boring. “Relax, Margaret.” “Relax?” I repeated. “How can you tell me that when I’ve seen this?!”

Layla: Watch me. There was no reply. Five seconds passed and then finally— Liam: You were mine first. Layla’s face twisted in annoyance. Layla: Not anymore. Liam: I’ll get you back. Layla actually laughed out loud. “Delusional,” she muttered. She typed one final message. Layla: Goodnight Liam. Then she blocked the number. Just like that,she tossed the phone onto the bed again and pulled the blanket over herself.

I’m sure both of them can act independently, but I've noticed more often than not that when it comes to matters of a joint interest, like Layla, the older Rawthrone brother feels like he’s in charge, even though he’s only a few seconds older. Yeah, they’re twins. Annoying twins. “Layla doesn’t belong to you, Ryan Earl.” The surprise that lashes through me at the sound of the other Rawthorne voice makes me draw my attention back to them, and sure enough Alek Rawthorne continues. “Layla belongs to us. Both rightfully, as a member of our pack, and as a fated mate given to us by the moon goddess. That’s why we need her to come back to the pack with us.