Shayla Black Series Novels & Stories

Sheila asked with an innocent smile but behind that smile was a voice laced with malice. Layla didn't get angry by the provocation instead she gave a genuine smile as she said, "I'm very sure you know we have broken up with each other, so I really don't know how he is doing at the moment," she looked at her with a loon that depicts, "two can play at that game." "Oh, I'm sorry but I wasn't aware," Sheila replied. One had to give it to her, she was really thick skinned. "That means you are not up-to-date at all and that's a big pity," Layla replied to her as she looked at her with pitiful eyes.

My life was already a mess, it’s just that the Moon Goddess took pity on me and revealed this scheme to save me from future shocks. I was more than thankful for this! ... The last night I spent at the Blood Moon Pack ended in a grim note. That grievance gave birth to a traditional slave, all set to follow her master’s commands. Being an obedient omega had helped me to survive after my first sale, hopefully, it would be helpful in this time as well. The rebellious and courageous Shyla, who believed in equality, died last night due to her mate’s betrayal. The emotionless, and cruel world had given her a lesson, brutally changing her views.

A fucking seductress in black. Shayla took a deep breath and positioned herself on the bed. She lay back against the silk pillows, her hair spreading around her like a dark halo. And then, because she knew exactly what Grayson wanted, exactly what would drive him absolutely insane, she spread her legs. Just slightly. The door opened and Grayson stepped inside and froze. His eyes traveled over her body slowly, taking in every detail. The sheer black lace. The way it clung to her curves. The way it revealed everything while hiding nothing.

And even though Elias had become more than just a mentor to her, she still hadn’t fully trusted him yet. “I don’t give that out easily,” Shylie said softly, the words laced with a seriousness she didn’t intend. Elias nodded, his expression steady. “I understand. But you’re no longer going it alone. It’s time you stopped acting like it.” Leah had escalated her campaign of gossip outside the incubator, this time the rumors centered on Shylie using her connections to build an empire on the backs of others. She had portrayed Shylie as manipulative and elitist. She had whispered that Shylie was using her position to create a dynasty, and that Leah was the one exposing her true colors.

he deadpanned, swiping the glass out of my reach. "Just one more," I insisted, glancing at my watch. "Isn't that your secretary?" he murmured. My eyes followed his chin tilt and paused. Shayla? But...not the Shayla I see every morning in neatly pressed classy office suits and a neat ponytails, No. This Shayla had red lipstick, soft curls resting over her shoulders, and a dress that demanded attention. A strapless bodycon mini dress in bright red paired with matching stilettos.

"What about him?" "It's Killian," I confessed. "Killian Blackwood is my bully from London. He has a video from back then, something that might get me expelled and ruin my family if it goes public. He’s using it to blackmail me. He made me sign a 30-day contract to do whatever he wants, or else the video goes viral. That's why I’ve been slipping out some of the nights, and he brings me back to the dorm in the morning.” "Oh my God," Mila gasped, pressing a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with shock. "Killian’s the one who destroyed your life back home?"

Shayla hissed. She glared at Taelin before she turned on her heels and stormed off. I am sure dad will be calling but I know he won’t be mad. He never liked her either. She is your typical mafia princess. They are all spoiled and think they are entitled to everything. Taelin was laughing during the whole temper tantrum. She was laughing in Shayla’s face which I am sure pissed Shayla off even more. “Fuck she is such a desperate bitch.” Taelin commented.

I could always tell when Shayla was in the mood to really party from what she wore. Right now she was dressed in black tight jeans and a red t-shirt. Something told me she hadn't even intended to look as good as she did. The closer she got, the more I realized that her face was without any form of makeup whatsoever. No lip gloss. No face powder. No smoky eyes. Something that told me she planned to just hang out by the bar all evening and talk. Which was very okay because I was pretty much down for the same thing.

Only when she was sure she was far away from Echi, did she stop to tie it properly. For the first time in her life, Olanna knew the worth of her life. She had never valued her life, even when she was about to be buried alive. But during the past few days, she had tried her best to cherish it. She turned towards the path that led to the stream of Umuolu as she walked quickly and hastily. She felt an intense pain in her chest when she reached the stream, and in a bid to reduce it, bent and drank some water. She stood up and turned around to follow the corner of the stream. Her heartbeat stopped when she saw Echi. She had been caught. Echi stared at her for a while. It was an intense look of sh