Warren/layla Novels & Stories

the seamstress sheepishly approached her with a swatch of a deep forest green velvet. "Thank you," Layla said as she took the swatch of fabric from the shaking hands of the seamstress. "Look at me, you f*cking wh*re!" Through the mirror Layla could see Alistar drunkenly swaying back and forth. She could also smell him from where she was standing. There was no doubt in her mind that he was drunk. She questioned if he would even remember this interaction later. She rolled her eyes. The poor seamstress was beside herself. Layla turned to her and demised her with a wave of her hand. The seamstress bowed and as she left said, "my Luna, my Alpha."

Those seemingly ordinary jeans had quite a story—they were only available overseas. The streamer walked over and greeted Serena directly. Seeing her arrive, she quickly waved, "Hey, I'm Serena Vale." The streamer smiled warmly, "Hi, I'm Layla Foster, but you can just call me Layla." Serena and Layla quickly hit it off. Layla, curious, asked, "Did you get those jeans abroad? I've never seen anything like them around here."

Luna Layla laughed, her eyes shining with amusement. "Oh, Nora. You always know how to keep me grounded. But this time, I'm not afraid of falling. I've got Ethan to catch me," she said, her voice filled with love and devotion. Layla sat down on the couch and put on the television "Hazel Wynn, the new face of Brigadier, has signed a contract with the prestigious modeling agency." Layla's thoughts raced with disbelief and questions. How could Hazel be alive? “Ha...Hazel” She stammered

She would have seriously hated having to replace her brand new brown chiffon knee length halter dress and four-inch heel lace-up sandals. When the transformation was complete, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was so freeing to release her dragon, especially after such a stressful day. Launching herself into the air, Leah reveled in the luxuriating feel of the wind whipping past her scales as she flew towards her destination. While she could have walked to where she was going, it would have taken her more than an hour to get there, whereas flying got her there in no more than twenty minutes. Hazel Drift was pretty large. So, when the war broke out, it was divided into two. Her clan owned thi

“ Of course! I’d love to.” The green eyed monster of jealousy reared it’s head inside Layla’s mind as she watched Rhea flash a blinding smile at Jimin. First, her brother. Then, some warriors. Now, her crush. She silently scoffed and walked in the opposite direction. * Layla was never good at listening to instructions or concerns, so she ignored Jimin’s suggestion for her to get some rest. She went over to where the spies were kept to see the ‘torment’ Jimin mentioned, by herself. When she got there, she spotted the Pack’s cruelest and crudest warrior crouched in front of the jail, with Xavier standing beside him.

Greeting him. “Alpha Gage.” Alpha Tyler said back to the other Alpha. Alpha Gage then looked at me and then back to Alpha Tyler, and said, “And who is this lovely she wolf accompanying you tonight?” “This is Layla Jackson, daughter of the former Alpha of Moon Star, and my future Luna.” Alpha Tyler told him as he squeezed my hand and I smiled towards Alpha Gage. “Wow, an Alpha Luna. Congratulations.” He said to Alpha Tyler and Alpha Tyler quickly said back with pride, “Thank you.”

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

She wouldn’t let it. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself. “You’re tense,” the Lycan said, his voice smooth, deep, and teasing. “I don’t enjoy being watched by an entire room,” she replied coolly, her gaze skimming the crowd. All eyes were on them. He smiled. “Then I suppose I should introduce myself, give them something to talk about. I’m Knox. Knox Green, Alpha of the Southern Lycan Pack.” “Lydia. Heiress of the Moonglade Pack,” she replied, matching his tone.

Warriors. Someone uses magic to keep the drinks cool, a shimmer of violet across the pitcher, a flick of fingers that crackle with light. Another flicks a wrist and floats extra mugs to the end of the table, where Nick and Jordan are arguing over whose spell would’ve looked flashier if they’d been in the last fight. It’s messy and loud and absolutely alive. And then…She walks in and the world fucking stops. Layah pads into the room barefoot, wearing nothing but my shirt, the dark grey one with the worn collar and the sleeves pushed halfway up her arms. It swallows her frame, hanging loose over her thighs, brushing the tops of her legs. She didn’t bother with pants. They were probably too big

she shouted "who are hell are you" Layla pointed her finger towards her. Layla twisted her finger, " I am Xander knight's sister Layla knight..remember my name. don't dare to mess up with me..or else you will regret taking birth..here.." she warned, holding my hands. "Make her leave or else" Layla warned and the shopkeeper bowed her head.. "Sorry mam, we will make her leave" the owner replied in hurry and told bodyguards to make Layla leave. She gave a warning look to us and left the place.