Novel & Cerita Deborah Leevil

“Thank you, Ms. Quint. Thanks to you, I get to relieve myself with this woman and get cash for it. Haha!” Kailan handed Deborah a bottle of water and laughed. “Have fun, Mr. Skyfort. Even better if you enjoy her thoroughly so that everybody in the city knows that Kaze’s wife is well used,” Deborah said wickedly. She did not drink from the bottle. She was no longer the same person she used to be. Though Deborah was on the same side as Kailan, she kept her guard up. Deborah knew she was playing with fire by working with someone like Kailan.

Tony threatened and the man looked at him with renewed anger. "This woman's name is Deborah. Now, the isn't much to say about her but what you should know is that she moves like the wind. First she is very sneaky and quiet manipulative. You can try whatever it is that you want to but I promise you that you won't catch her. When the mafia king got a hold of her, he felt like he had won the price and because of that, he never allowed anyone else to touch her because she was more beautiful than he had anticipated. But after a while, he realized that she was not all that she seemed to be. She was actually a trained assassin who had ran away from her master and was now in hiding in the mafia king

Evangeline winked, making Deborah relax. “Thanks, Evie. I don't know what I would do without you. It's been so lonely without Hannah lately... But eventually, she'll come back to us, won't she?” She tried to remain hopeful, not wanting to upset Evangeline with her fears, as Deborah knew that subject was equally delicate for her “She has you and all the other pure-blooded wolves praying for the Goddess to heal her... I know that curse won't be able to resist it.” Even though the Goddess would probably never hear the prayers of someone like her, Deborah still found herself praying “Now... Can we go outside? I don't care if I'm totally ready or not. I just want to become Iron’s wife as soon as

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

*** Joselyn was very surprised by the constant stream of negative news about Deborah. This is not a fake black Deborah, but there are photos and videos to prove it. So, this is what Brodie made her wait for a week for, the New Year's gift he gave her?

But it turned out that the problems plaguing her mind were too disturbing. "Usually, you're not like this, Di. Is something wrong?" Leonel asked, examining her with his eyes. In front of him stood a neatly dressed woman wearing a knee-length skirt suit. In Leonel's eyes, Deborah's job was already suitable, with many desires and demands. Deborah could adapt well, but sometimes things like this happened. Although rare, Leonel could remember which parts Deborah frequently made mistakes in.

Then, quietly, she spoke. “She’s not who she says she is.” Caelum looked at her. “You’re sure?” Her tone was flat, absolute. “One hundred percent.” Lysander smirked faintly. “Gut feeling?” “No,” Deborah whispered, her reflection glinting in the window beside her. “Instinct. The same instinct that’s kept this family alive.” Outside, through the glass, Selene glanced back once from the car. Her smile was perfect, too perfect. And in that fleeting reflection, Deborah saw it again.

My heart panged as I visioned Delilah all alone Goddess knew where. Crippling her way, Deborah approached us and Adeline looked at her curiously, "Who is she?" I waved my hand, "She is Deborah." Pulling away from Lucas, Adeline eyed Deborah from head to toe, "And why does she look so much like Asteria?" Lucas replied slowly, "Because she is Asteria's sister." Deborah immediately spat venomously, "Only by blood. Otherwise, we hate each others' guts." Recovering from the shock, Adeline quivered her eyebrow, "Why?" She then glanced between me and Lucas, "And how can we trust her?"

“You’re not getting another penny from either of us. You need to leave this town and go home, Debbie. Now.” She blinked, then her lips parted to show teeth in a semblance of a smile. “I think you’re forgetting what I know and what will happen if I tell,” she said through gritted teeth. “I haven’t forgotten anything.” Levi pushed himself off the wall and casually went to sit in a chair at the end of the table, stretching his long legs out in front of him. He looked at her pityingly. “I think you’re confused, Debbie. You couldn’t have seen anything as there was nothing to see. I know you did a lot of partying back in high school...”

Tied to it with thick yellow rope was Leo. His head drooped, his small shoulders rose and fell in a slow, drugged rhythm. He still wore his blue hospital gown, bare feet dangling just above the concrete. Behind him, her manicured hand on Leo’s shoulder, stood Deborah. For a second, I couldn’t breathe. It felt like betrayal itself froze my throat. "Deb... Deborah?" I whispered, my voice shaking so hard the words barely came out. The screen showed my best friend—the woman who held my hand in labor, the woman I called sister, the one I’d trusted with every secret. She wasn’t smiling. Her face was cold, professional, hollow as she stared straight into the camera.