All Chapters of Layla: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

  Theodore came up with a schedule for my training. Jamira was to work in the morning at my bakery while Theodore taught me how to use my angel powers. I got a few hours to eat, and run errands that I needed to do once the afternoon hit. When it was evening, Jamira taught me my demon powers while Theodore worked. I would train till dinner. Once dinner hits, I’d close the store, eat dinner, clean myself, then go to bed. Jamira made her a spot in the attic on my side of the room. Theodore took some of the profits from the bakery to save up for a bigger place.    Jamira would teleport me back to my cottage that burned down to train. I still owned the land, even though my family is dead. At first, it was hard to focus without thinking about what happen. As time passed, it got easier. Theodore did the same, thought instead of teleporting there, we flew. He said one day I would fl

As we rode into Trasion, I thought about how great things were going for me. I met my biological parents. I made 3 friends, and I learned how to use my powers. It had been 24 years since my family died. It was a crazy jornay, but I have a bakery, and soon a winery too. My mother and father would be proud if they were still alive. The thought of visiting them in heaven never left my mind, but Theodore still would not show me how to get to heaven. Jamira said if she knew how, she’d tell me, but heaven was not her domain.    We enter Trasion easily. There was no fee to enter or live there other than you had to be a winemaker. My father was known well for his wine. Even though it was a small shop, dad’s wine was rare and delicious. He was offered his own factory many times, but he knew if he started a factory, he wouldn’t have time for his family. I told the duke of the town that I was his g

After my meeting with God, I decided to put the factory on hold. Instead we went to the housing part of town, and looked for a house. We wanted a 4 bedroom house, so that we would have a spare room if we made any new friends. It wasn’t hard to find one, because most of the houses here were big. Most factory workers have to bring their whole family with them. I’ve been told if they work for the right farmer, they get paid very well. I found a house that was very beautiful. It had a little flower bed in front of the house, going along the sides of the walkway leading to the house. Behind it was the farm lands. It was not 500 acres like my fathers, but it was still pretty big. This house had 250 acres. It was planty for a starter winery.    We paid twice as much for this place, then we did for our house with the attic bedroom. We looked inside. There were two rooms up the stairs, and two do

Jamira and Theodore took the carriage and alsie to get the supplies. I did not want to walk to the square. I was already late. The sun was going down from it’s high peak in the sky. I could teleport there if it was not crowded, but I was not sure. I definitely could not fly. Too many people would see me. I took my chances by teleporting into the square. I closed my eyes, and imagined where I was trying to go. I took a deep breath. The smell of flowers, sound of wind, and birds faded away. The smell of bread, wine, and the sound of people rushing around took its place. I loved the sound of nature. This wine town though, took every beautiful thing, and turned it into work. People looked tired as they rushed from stores, and buildings. I understood it was hard to run a factory, but an honor. Most people work themselves to death. People saw this job as a blessing, because they worked for Queen Cecilia. She honored these families, because they kept t

Emma stood at the doorway, with fear in her eyes. Theodore walked up to her calmly.   “ May I ask what you just saw?”  His voice was the tone of an angel. I knew he was using his powers to get her to answer. I knew the voice he was using. It makes you feel calm, makes you forget what's going on around you. It draws you in as he speaks, making you want to answer whatever questions he has. I can barely fight it on a good day, he uses it on me only when he's worried about me.   “I would love to, Theodore.”  She walked closer to him as she spoke.   “Lila got mad at the sight of these kids, and how they live. She looked at me in anger. I know I have done nothing to help though, so maybe I deserve it. Lila ran at me with her palms out; ready to slap me. You tried to stop