When they reached the table, Hannah started to introduce them. 'Layla, this is Joe. Joe, this is-' 'We've already met, ' said Joseph, extending his hand and smiling. 'Have we?' asked Layla, baffled. 'Have you?' said Hannah. This was news to her. 'Yeah, we have, ' continued Joseph. 'A couple of hours ago. On the road into the village. You tried to kill me, remember?' 'Kill you?' gasped Layla. 'You're the biker? The one I knocked over?' 'You knocked him over?' repeated Hannah in horror. 'I didn't mean to, ' explained Layla quickly. 'It was an accident. I was going to tell you about it. I just haven't had the chance yet.' Turning to Joseph, Hannah asked, 'Are you okay? Are you hurt at all?' 'Well, ' he replied somberly, 'apart from my right arm, which I'm not sure is going to be of much use to me ever again, I'm fine.' As Layla's jaw dropped open, he added quickly, 'I'm joking. Really, it's just a joke. I'm fine.' 'Right, well, in that case, ' Hannah continued, 'as I was saying, Layla, this is Joseph Scott. Joe, this is Layla Lewis, your would-be killer, next door neighbor, and my best friend. She's house-sitting whilst Lenny's in Scotland.' 'Next door neighbor, huh?' replied Joseph, taking a swig from his pint glass. 'That could prove interesting.
Layla brought her arms around herself, no doubt because she was remembering the feel of another, stronger set. "I have wanted to, but he holds back. I hope...I believe it is because he wishes to mate me properly first, in ceremony." Payne felt the awful weight of premonition. "Beware, sister. You are a gentle soul." Layla got to her feet, her smile now saddened. "Yes, I am. But I would rather my heart be broken than unopened and I know that one must ask if one is to receive.
For as long as I could remember, other people had either overshadowed me or left me out in the open, alone. But Mac, as Layla had said all those weeks ago, was always somewhere nearby. He left me enough space to stand alone, but stood at the ready for the moment that I didn't want to. It was the perfect medium, I was learning. Like he was my saint, the one I'd been waiting for.
Pomegranate Soup is glorious, daring and delightful. I adored the Iranian sisters, Marjan, Bahar and Layla, who are looking to build a life, start a business and find love in a place so far from home. Ireland has never been more beautiful - the perfect setting for this story filled with humor, hope and possibility.
Because you're beautiful, Layla, and while I may say that one word to you a lot, I don't simply toss it around. And I've seen many, many beautiful things. People as beautiful as demons are atrocious. You, by far, shine brighter than any of them. It's more than what's on the outside. It comes from within you. I've seen a lot of things and nothing, nothing, comes close to you.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
Rough times." Qhuinn shrugged. "And I'm not interested in saints." "Really? You're in love with one, " Layla chimed in. As Qhuinn glanced over at Blay, his mismatched eyes narrowed. "Damn straight I am, " he said softly. As the redhead turned red-natch-that connection between the two males became positively tangible. Love was such a beautiful thing.
What kind of life is that? Do you know? Do you? Because I know. I lived that life. For years I lived it. Without you. And I've never been more miserable. I'd rather fight everyday to keep you near me than have you walk away. I'd rather pay that price, Max. I'm not afraid to pay it. I can't believe you're standing here telling me that you are." ~Layla to Max; TORN
I don't know what it is that comes over me, but suddenly I'm crossing to his side of the table and sitting down in his lap, arms wrapping around his neck. His lips are soft against mine, and when I part them he tenderly obliges, tasting me delicately. His fingers prod at my back, never going further than the small indent at the base of the spine, and it's all very lovely and nice. 'I think I could get used to you, ' I say, looking down into his beautiful brown eyes, deep like the color of autumn. (From "Undone, The Romance of Nick and Layla [Part 5"]).
Finding herself on the way to the village center again, she pulled over, intending to negotiate a three-point turn. The cottage was slightly out of the village, so she needed to get back onto the opposite side of the road and go back up the hill. Glancing over Hannah's instructions again, she swung the car to the right-straight into the path of a motorcyclist. What happened next seemed to happen in slow motion. The rider tried to stop but couldn't do so in time, although he did manage to avoid hitting her car. As he turned his handlebars hard to the right, his tires lost grip on the wet road and he flew off, sliding some way before coming to a halt. Layla sat motionless in her car, paralyzed temporarily by the shock. At last she managed to galvanize herself into action and fumbled for the door handle, her shaking hands making it hard to get a grip. When the door finally opened, another dilemma hit. What if she couldn't stand? Her legs felt like jelly, surely they wouldn't support her. Forcing herself upward, she was relieved to discover they held firm. Once she was sure they would continue to do so, she bolted over to where the biker lay, placed one hand on his soaking leather-clad shoulder and said, 'Are you okay?' 'No, I'm not bloody okay!' he replied, a pair of bright blue eyes meeting hers as he lifted his visor. 'I'm a bit bruised and battered as it goes.' Despite his belligerent words, relief flooded through her: he wasn't dead! 'Oh, I'm so glad, ' she said, letting out a huge sigh. 'Glad?' he said, sitting up now and brushing the mud and leaves off his left arm. 'Charming.' 'Oh, no, no, ' she stuttered, realizing what she'd just said. 'I'm not glad that I knocked you over. I'm glad you're alive.' 'Only just, I think, ' he replied, needing a helping hand to stand up. 'Can I give you a lift somewhere, take you to the nearest hospital?' 'The nearest hospital? That would be in Bodmin, I think, about fifteen miles from here. I don't fancy driving fifteen miles with you behind the wheel.' Feeling a little indignant now, Layla replied, 'I'm actually a very good driver, thank you. You're the first accident I've ever had.' 'Lucky me, ' he replied sarcastically.