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LAYLA WELCOME TO YOUR PAST
Six people were crammed inside a minibus, and the driver drove around the neighbourhood for a while."Over there. That is their lair," the young girl announced from the back of the car.Zuma drove closer to the uncompleted building on the left side of the road, parked and was out of the car as soon as the ignition was turned off. "Hey. I need to talk to you. Where is Lang?"Six lads were smoking cigarettes and gambling when one among them noticed the officers in uniform, signalled to his comrades, and they all scampered out of the back door and were soon lost among the numerous buildings."Wait. Am not here to arrest you. I just want the novel you collected from her.""Get lost!""Come after us, if you dare.""Damn kids. I am trying to save them from untimely death," Zuma raised his two arms and shrugged."We can't leave them to their fates. Please let's look for them," Isabella let out. "Did you know where they usually gathered apart from here?""No." "Did you know their house?""
LAYLA LIFE IS AN ILLUSION
A young man stepped out of his cottage, glanced at the dagger in his hand, descended the steps and raced into the midst of the mobs. "Make way... Make way, and let me see his face." "Take it easy, boss. He was caught red-handed and will be handed over to the sheriff." "Impossible. The last criminals we handed over to them were released immediately after. He must be made a scapegoat to serve as a deterrent to others that the Seaview territory is not to be stepped by a bandit." "I... I am not a bandit," a voice chipped out of the mobs, and the man with the dagger shoved the men out of the way with his shoulder and glared at the naked man on the ground. "Please don't kill me. I am a foreigner and lost my way-." "Be silent and say no more. You are a bandit and should be killed." "Take it easy, Banjo. Let's verify his statement before delivering our judgement." "What is there to verify? He was caught among our grains and had ten filled bags on a wagon. What is there to confirm again
LAYLA KARMA IS REAL
The sound of gunshots boomed suddenly and was immediately followed by screams and scurrying feet. "Run for your life, we are under attack.""Into the bunker!""Get off the way now.""My husband is shot. Oh...my... Gush!"The uproar become hysterical at the sight of thousands of men in combat uniforms, and the assaulted inhabitants of the peaceful village raced into the safety of their houses, then hurried back as their refuges burst into flame."Ransacked their house and put all the males to death," a man stepped out from the mobs, gestured to some of his subordinates and announced, "come with me.""They were defenceless villagers, and were just unlucky to be on the enemy's territory, I suggest we tempered justice with mercy, Sir.""Remind me your position, officer.""I am an enlisted private, commander!""Stick to your post and don't put your mouth where it isn't needed," the commander announced, stepped in front of the advancing armies, jerked his machine gun up and targeted an unf
LAYLA THE UNIVERSE IS A SCHOOL
The room is sparsely furnished and filled with lots of gadgets, and romantic music boomed from the radio on the centre table. The couples on the king-size bed cling to each other for a while and the woman raised her head from her man's hairy chest and looked into his eyes, and then asked, "what will you do about her? It's two days now since you brought her here," the voice of the woman boomed over the sound from the radio. "Don't worry. I have informed my superior and they will make arrangements for her at sooner time," he stood up from the mattress, grinned at his wife and announced, "we will be okay, she is just staying with us for more few days." "No. That girl is evil and must be sent back to hell where she escaped from... You won't believe she hasn't eaten anything since she arrived here?" "Why. Did you ask for her choice of the meal?" "Yeah. Guess her reply?" "What?" "She said she had been feeding on our fear since she arrived here, and the only food she wants from us is
LAYLA UNCOMMON AMONG THE EARTHLINGS
Apart from the humming sound of the chopper engine, the two passengers were as quiet as a mouse through their flight to Arkansas island. Each was lost in his thoughts and unaware when the chopper descended."I shouldn't have pulled the trigger. I thought he want to attack me, and I shot on impulse," Isabella said as they came down from the eggbeater. "Stop blaming yourself. He is already possessed and will be dying after all.""I can't get it off my chest.""Keep repeating to your subconscious that you did the right thing under such conditions. Believe me, I would have pulled the trigger if he take a step further.""Are you saying this to make me feel better?""Nope. He isn't himself and is unpredictable. All Layla's zombies always remind me of a zombie movie I watched during my teenage days."Isabella giggle at Zuma's speech, looked into the taller man's face, and asked, "where are we heading?""To their police station. Am sure they will have some records of her.""That's the polic
LAYLA WHOEVER GOES HOME WITH A MAGGOT-INFESTED WOOD
Banjo was right, everything started going haywire as soon as he drove into the police station."Welcome boss, a man smartly dressed in a blue uniform saluted to welcome the chief of police."Hope no problem in my absence?""None, boss. Except for the normal petty thefts and bar fights."Banjo disembarked from the police car, turned around and opened the passenger door, and his chest rise and fall rapidly as Layla stepped down with Shirley curled around her thin neck."Is that not the black-eyed demon?" The officer said with a shocked look."Her name is Layla, and she is not a demon.""I don't care, boss. I ain't staying a second in this office with her."Layla jerked Banjo's trousers, gestured to him to bend closer and whispered into his ear, "he will be dead if he leaves the gate of this station.""What did she say?""Forget it, John. Just go back to your post. ""None of the officers will stay in this station with her. We will rather drop our resignation letter than spend an hour in
LAYLA SAVING THE WORLD
"Why are you scared?" Layla asked from her seat at the back of the car."They have guns and now left me with no choice," Banjo mumbled back, and his left hand immediately picked up his pistol and aimed at the incoming men as he cried out, "get out of my way now."The men were adamant and the first shot ripped his left side mirror, and several shots followed after."Sons of the gun," he shrieked and then fired at the closet man on the knee, swerve the car to hit two men who dashed closer to the moving car, and shot twice to distract the man with a long-range weapon."This weapon of death fascinates me," Layla said in a whisper, stood up from her seat and gawked at the pistol in Banjo's hand."Lay on the seat and stay out of harm's way," Banjo yelled back, swerving to the left to avoid the impact of a gunshot, and shooting his attacker on the outstretched arm. And it was when he was out of their traps that his erratic breathing became normal."Why are earthlings producing dangerous weap
LAYLA KEEP THE DEVIL OUT OF THIS
As soon as the chopper landed and Zuma and Isabella were out of sight, the exhausted pilot jerked his seat backwards and close his eyes. A moment later he stirred awake, looked disoriented and muttered to himself, "what could be hidden inside this book that made It so powerful?"Since there is nobody to answer his question, he close his eyes and gave a wide yarn. "Stop thinking about the book!" He mumbled and then shakes his head in agreement with the cautioning voice. A moment later, he was lost in a disturbing nightmare, and his mouth moved as unintelligible words sounded louder inside the chopper."NO!"He screamed out, opened his eyes and sat upright as his eyes darted around the chopper. "Have been sleeping for an hour. Where the hell are these guys?" He checked the wristwatch on his wrist, shakes his head in anticipation, and sighed when he realized more nightmares awaited him if he dare close his eyes."Why are you tormenting me?" His eyes fell on the novel on the chopper d