Layla led a normal life in Stockholm, Sweden. At her brother Thom's birthday party, she meets Daniel. With this encounter, the legend began to take its course. She had believed in elves and trolls since she was a child, but vampires and werewolves? A powerful legend and a love between space and time. Layla is about to leave her past behind in Sweden and start anew in the Argentinian, Patagonia. She would love to tell her family about the legend of werewolves, vampires, and shapeshifters. However, she skillfully conceals that her great love belongs to a werewolf. After one last trip to Sweden, her life changes once again. She is kidnapped to a world where her soul is threatened to be lost. She almost loses her mind, forgets time and space. It is unknown if her former love for the werewolf still exists. Can her soul be saved?
Dear Diary, I have decided to write my story, our story, which is
incredibly unique in every way. Where should I begin? What can I say
about myself, about us, that is relevant and helps anyone who reads
this book understand how it all started? Undoubtedly, I had a fairly
"normal" childhood after all, based on the classification
of what is "normal" for most people. Although it is surely
different for everyone. My name is Layla Muller, Lay for short,
although sometimes I am also called Lissi, especially by my maternal
grandmother, I'm not sure why. My brother Thomas, whom we call Thom,
and I, grew up with two families, so to speak. Our parents divorced
when I was only 3 years old and Thom was 9. Which, if you can say,
was lucky for us, because our parents didn't have to fight "their
war" on our shoulders. Bob, our father, is approximately 1.80m
tall, has blue eyes, wears glasses to see from afar, and has short,
curly, blonde hair. He can be considered quite an attractive man. He
specialises in trips to Mexico, in the Riviera Maya. There, he rents
holiday homes. On one of his very frequent business trips, he met and
fell in love with his second wife, Angelina, they say it was love at
first sight, both of them are hopeless romantics. Angelina is not
very tall, you could say she has something of an elf. It's a rather
interesting appearance. Her long, curly, chestnut hair matches the
discreet freckles on her face. Her olive green eyes are very
beautiful. She knows stories and legends about elves, trolls, dwarves
and other mythical creatures. As children, we loved those kinds of
stories, like the one about trolls. Trolls are said to have skin
similar to leather, very tough, and their movements are clumsy and
awkward. They usually live underground, are creatures of the night,
and hate the sunlight.
A troll never willingly exposes itself to sunlight, as it would
immediately turn into a stone sculpture. Therefore, if a human comes
into contact with a gnome, it is sufficient to entertain the gnome
until sunrise. If the troll turns into stone, nothing stands in the
way of a successful and peaceful escape.
This is how one should act if trolls were real creatures. We loved
those stories, and when we were on holiday with them anywhere in the
world they decided to take us, we would always speculate about which
stone could have actually been some kind of troll or who knows what
other magical being. We could have a lot of fun with it. Our
imagination was always greatly stimulated.
On the contrary, my brother was much more realistic. But in my
particular case, my imagination was literally limitless; I liked to
let myself be carried away by my fantasy. Sometimes I dreamt of elves
and dwarfs and a beautiful white horse on which I rode along the
seashore.
My dreams were very real, at least that's how I felt, and when I
was awake, I liked to imagine that I was in the company of my 2 dogs.
Of course, I didn't have any dogs, and that's why my companions
were invisible, except to me, of course. They were huge and
mischievous dogs. For a somewhat scared and insecure girl, it's an
advantage to always have these companions at hand. Invisible
companions don't turn their backs on you.
Having too much imagination had the slight downside of making me
enjoy isolating myself and taking refuge in my own world. This caused
my mother some uncertainty and distress about whether everything was
okay with me. I liked to play alone, so I didn't always have to
settle for what others wanted and could do what I wanted, when I
wanted.
I loved my brother very much. But we didn't play together very
often. I think it was because of the six-year age difference or
because I was a bit peculiar when it came to choosing games. On the
other hand, I knew how to take care of myself quite well, but I liked
to feel pampered and protected.
As an adult, that changed quite a bit, I would say, and I lived
immersed in the harsh reality. What a pity, really!
I love horses, and in the Riviera Maya, with my dad, there was
enough space to learn to ride and practice it as a hobby.
Of course, Thom and I spent most of our time with our mother,
Gema. Mom is about 1.70 meters tall, with short, glossy jet-black
hair and brown eyes. She is very petite and always well-dressed, with
a rather classic style. She has been working for a long time at the
bakery/pastry shop as a saleswoman, where she feels happy and also
met her second partner and love of her life, Robin.
At first glance, it is clear that they are happy with each other,
but they do not consider marriage. Since both have been through a
divorce, they do not believe that it is the path to happiness, and
that is reason enough for them not to marry again.
Robin Johnson, my stepfather, is rather small, with a bald head
that suits him very well, a bit chubby in stature, but he makes my
mother and us happy. They met on a lucky day when he took over the
shop. Now they manage the day-to-day operations of Marbella bakery
together in Stockholm, Sweden.
In addition to being one of the most beautiful bakeries in the
world, it is famous for its delicious breads and addictive
croissants, and it is also a perfect place to enjoy rich breakfasts
and delicious homemade pastries for lunch or dinner.
I must say that we had an exciting childhood with our two
families. We were very lucky and had a lot of fun. Thom became a
tailor and now creates his own designs, and even won the young
designer award. He is very talented, however, it was a difficult
journey. But it was his year. After that, his career took off
dramatically.
As for me, I studied pastry and learned how to be a master
baker/pastry chef. I dreamed of pursuing a career as a pilot, but
then I had to admit to myself that I was not good enough for that or
did not have the right look. Anyway! I had my dream world for that.
As I closed my eyes at night, as a child and as a teenager, he was
there, my white stallion, which could only be ridden by me and who
listened very well to my thoughts. But since you can't live on
fantasy, I took the easier path and started studying the culinary
world. After learning, I immediately started working in my parents'
business.
I pursued my career in Geneva to improve my language skills at the
same time. We already had French and English classes at school.
Thanks to our regular vacations in the United States, we were
fortunate to grow up with English from a young age.
It couldn't even cross my mind by chance, no matter how much
imagination I had, that someday, what I had as an unreal and fantasy
universe, would become more real than the world I lived in. And I was
about to find out.
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