Novels by Leeleebari

ROSALIE The heavy metal door slammed shut behind me with a loud bang. I stumbled out into the dimly lit hallway, my knees shaking so badly I thought I would fall right down onto the hard floor. My face was burning red, hot tears pushing against my eyelids, but I bit my lip hard and forced myself to stay standing. I hurried down the long, carpeted corridor as fast as my weak legs could carry me. When I finally reached the back office area, Celine was standing by the door. The moment she saw me, her eyes went wide with pure panic. She rushed forward and grabbed my bare arms."Rosalie? Oh my god, what happened?" Celine whispered, her voice shaking. "Did something go wrong in there?""Celine, I messed up," I gasped, the hot tears finally spilling over my lashes and running down my cheeks. "I broke a rule. I really, really messed up.""What rule?" Celine asked, her voice turning sharp and scared. "Tell me what happened!""His mask," I choked out, covering my face with my shaking hands. "

ROSALIEI opened my mouth and put it on him. His cock was so big that my lips had to stretch wide just to take the head. I tried to push more of him in and my jaw already hurt. I wrapped my hand around the thick bottom of him and stroked what my mouth could not reach. I sucked on the tip, slow and wet.He was hot and heavy in my mouth and my eyes watered from how wide I had to open. I bobbed my head and stroked him at the same time, trying my best with the little I knew. It was not enough for him.His hand came down on the back of my head and pushed.His long cock slid deep into my throat all at once. I gagged hard. My throat closed around him and tears spilled out of my eyes. I tried to pull back but he held me there.“Take it,” he growled. “Relax your throat. Breathe through your nose. I told you I was going to use this mouth.”He started to thrust. Short, hard pushes into my throat. Each one made a wet choking sound. Spit ran down my chin and onto my chest. My panties were so wet t

ROSALIENolan took me to the dressing room and put the little pile of clothes in my hands. It was not really clothes. It was black lace that would cover almost nothing. A tiny bra that was more string than fabric, with a matching pantie.“Put this on,” he said. “The client paid for a show. You look like you just left an office. That will not work.”I held the lace and my fingers would not stop shaking. Celine took my arm and pulled me into the dressing room.“Sit down,” Celine said softly. “I will only do light makeup. You still have to look like you.”I sat down and she dabbed cream under my red eyes and brushed a little color on my cheeks. In my head I kept seeing Zara on that thin bed, her chest going up and down so slow. I was not doing this because I wanted it. I was doing this because I had no other door left to open.“You can still say no,” Celine whispered.“I can’t,” I said. My voice sounded small. “If I say no, Zara suffers. That is all I can think about.”When she finished,

ROSALIE I sat on the tiny plastic chair in Celine Parker’s kitchen, staring down at my cup of cold tea. My best friend Celine was leaning against the counter, her eyes filled with big, warm tears as she listened to me."I still cannot believe he said those horrible things to you, Rosalie," Celine whispered, her voice shaking with anger. She pulled a chair close to mine and sat down, wrapping her soft hands around my cold fingers. "I told you to leave Roman a long time ago, remember? I saw how selfish he was. But you were so blinded by love. You thought he was an angel.""I know," I sobbed, hiding my face in my hands. The memory of Roman with that red-haired woman flashed in my mind, making me feel dirty and small. "I was so stupid, Celine. I thought he loved me. I thought he was my safe place. Now he is gone, and I am completely alone with all these dark problems.""You are not alone, Rosalie. You have me," Celine said softly, rubbing my shaking back."The nurse is coming again in tw

ROSALIE My hands were shaking so hard I could barely pull the key out of my small cloth bag. My feet hurt from walking all the way from the bus stop to save a little bit of change. Every single cent mattered now. My whole life was just a game of counting coins. My little sister Zara was so sick, lying in her bed at home, and almost every single cent I made at my small office job went straight to her medicine and to pay Mrs. Helen, the old neighbor who watched her while I worked. I was drowning in unpaid bills, but whenever I felt like crying, I would just think of Roman.Roman was my boyfriend. He was the only good thing left in my world. He was my soft place to fall when everything else felt like it was breaking into tiny pieces.I pushed the key into the keyhole of his front door. It made a small click sound, and I turned the handle quietly. I wanted to surprise him. I wanted to just wrap my arms around his waist, hide my face against his chest, and forget about the unpaid hospital

ISLAI found the article late at night, buried in an old digital archive I almost gave up searching through. The headline was small and easy to miss: "Northern Wolves Luna Vanishes Without a Trace." It was fourteen years old, and most of it read like nonsense, talking about some private family tragedy connected to the hockey organization, but it was the photograph that made me stop breathing.The image was damaged, the edges burned like it had survived a fire, and half the woman's face was gone. But the part that remained, the eyes, the shape of her cheekbone, the way she tilted her head slightly to the side, made my stomach twist into a knot I couldn't explain.She looked like me.I sat there staring at that photograph for a long time, telling myself it was nothing, just a strange coincidence, people looked alike all the time. But some part of me, some quiet part I usually ignored, whispered that this wasn't a coincidence at all.I didn't get to think about it much longer.When I got

ISLA I spent the whole next day at my desk, digging through old newspaper archives and league records, looking for anything about the night Ethan's career ended. I had read the official story a hundred times growing up. *Ethan Cole, promising young player, made a reckless move on the ice, broke league rules, got banned.*Case closed. Nobody ever talked about it again.But now that I was really looking, actually looking, the story didn't add up.The official report said the incident happened during a scrimmage with no cameras present, which was strange, because every single practice back then was filmed for training purposes. I found the roster from that day, and it had been changed twice, the names shuffled around like someone was trying to hide who was actually on the ice with him. And the doctor who signed off on Ethan's medical suspension didn't even work for the league anymore. He'd disappeared completely, no forwarding address, nothing.My hands were shaking a little by the tim

THIRD PERSON The interview room was small, with a plain table in the middle and four chairs around it, and Isla walked in carrying her notebook like a shield. She had done a hundred interviews before this one. She told herself this was nothing different. Just three arrogant hockey players who thought the world belonged to them, and she was going to ask her questions and leave.But the second she stepped inside, she felt it again. That same strange heaviness in the air from the night before, like the room itself was holding its breath.Killian was already sitting there, and he stood up the moment she walked in, which surprised her. Most players didn't bother standing for reporters. Asher gave her a small wave and a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. Zane didn't move at all. He just watched her from his chair with his arms crossed, his expression closed off like a locked door."Miss Cole," Killian said, his voice low and careful. "Thank you for coming.""It's my job," Isla said, s

ISLAThe arena was so loud that I could feel it in my chest. Thousands of people were on their feet, screaming, and most of them were screaming the same three names. Killian. Asher. Zane. The Cross brothers. The Northern Wolves' golden triplets, the reason half this city called itself wolf territory even though nobody actually believed in wolves. I sat in the press box with my laptop open and my coffee going cold, and I tried not to roll my eyes every time the chant started up again."You'd think they cured cancer," I muttered.The reporter next to me, an older guy named Frank who'd covered hockey since before I was born, laughed without looking up from his own screen. "You really don't like them, huh.""I don't like anybody who gets handed the world and then acts like they built it themselves," I said.That wasn't the whole truth. There was more to it than that, but I wasn't about to explain my entire childhood to Frank in the middle of a game. So I just watched the ice instead, watc