Deborah Leevil Novels & Stories

Fandrey paused for a moment and continued, "Let's wait for Angel to come back and ask her properly. We have to find out the truth of the matter." In the hospital, Azalea was sobbing softly on the hospital bed. Deborah's face was very serious as she asked, "Do you really have a conflict with Valeria? You're not lying to me?" "Madam, I don't have a conflict with her. I'm just an actress and I'm not a big star. Why did I dare to have a conflict with her? It's just that Valeria doesn't like me." "Why not?" Deborah asked with a straight face.

Li-lah stared at her phone for a very long time. She'd promise herself not to involve anyo else in her plans and be was the last person she wanted to get involved in this but she had vowed to do anything to get her revenge and she was going to stick to her guns no matter what, she dialled up the number and waited. 'Hello?' 'Hello-' she paused again, weighing up her options. This wasn't going to be easy. "Hello? This is Delilah Sanchez."

When you live centuries, people’s dislike of you stops bothering you. 'Leyanne, this is Deborah Matherson. The coven high priestess.' Cora interjects quickly when I make no response. Still looking over this wench with a sense of disappointment that this is even a worthwhile trip. I continue to look over the house and grounds in an obvious show of distaste, exhaling heavily and carefully turning to make it obvious I’m appraising my surroundings. Sort of amused at how much I can offend one sour woman with merely being quiet.

Deborah smiled, "Look, Queenie. You don't understand what people like us go through. Unlike you and other humans in perfect health, we fear our life might just end all of a sudden. And because of that, we tend to make decisions that might end up hurting a lot of people." "Mishael Wade isn't just a scientist who stopped a pandemic from breaking out, he was the reason the organization was created." Deborah suddenly said but stopped. She glanced around her and nodded towards the entrance of her house. "How about we discuss this while having a drink?" She suggested and Queenie nodded. Deborah led the way to her bar which was as enormous as Queenie had imagined. Queenie was one who relished in lu

She called to me before returning to her task after motioning me to go on with her hands. “ I just want to plead for my girls and Lillian. I'm the one you are angry with, please don't touch them. I'll gladly do anything, you could even kill me but please spare their life” I pleaded with Deborah with tears in my eyes. Deborah smirked as she stood up from where she was seated on a long stool, she took a long leisurely step to us and glared at me. She squatted down in front of me gazing deep into my eyes. She raised my chin up when she saw I was about to coward in her presence

I would argue, but I still feel too weak to walk. “Here, leave the IV in,” Deborah says, getting the bag off the bar it’s hanging on and laying it on my stomach. She unhooks me from the other machines and then Leo rushes out the door. When he does, I see Terrance coming out of the room next door, carrying Lillian and their pup. “She had her pup?” I ask, smiling. I always wanted a pup, at least until Leo rejected me. “Luna saved their lives. The pup wasn’t coming and she did surgery to save both of them, or that’s what Beta Kier says,” Leo says as he carefully runs with me in his arms to the packhouse.

Charlotte felt a familiar surge of protective anger toward Caleb, mixed with a secret satisfaction that Deborah was finally seeing him for what he really was. "I kept sitting there, trying to be polite and interested," Deborah said, her hands twisting together in her lap, "but all I could think about was how different this felt from my conversations with Liam. When I talk to Liam, he actually listens. He asks follow-up questions, he remembers things I've told him before, he makes me feel like what I have to say actually matters."

Deborah's voice resonated with reverence as she spoke. "Lilian, Keeper of Terrasia, your bravery and resilience are truly awe-inspiring," Deborah began, her words carrying a deep admiration. "Your commitment to protecting this land and its inhabitants has not gone unnoticed. It is an honor to stand beside you in this fight." Lilian, despite her weariness, managed a grateful smile, appreciating the recognition of her role in preserving the delicate balance of Terrasia. She nodded in acknowledgment, acknowledging the bond that had formed between them in the face of adversity.

Deborah scornfully uttered, then, she smiled devilishly. What is she up to? This fight should not be going further. They should learn how to work together toward a common goal— and that is to become strong and reclaim our land from those demons. They should be stopped now. I was about to stand but the ground shook again, creating fissures even more. “You want to see a complete Celestial Realm, Caya? Watch me,” Deborah sneered while moving her head up. Caya just remained silent. We all waited for Deborah’s next move. Wait, don’t tell me…

"He's my only mentee, and he's extremely gifted! I knew there were enemies eyeing him, so how could I not make sure he was protected? "Well, stay here if you truly want to. But by the same time next year, this will be the anniversary of your deaths. Just look at Shepherd. He's someone who only does things that benefit himself. So, why has he not left yet?" Shepherd was dumbfounded. Did the crazy Deborah just drag him into her scheme? The three masked men looked a little uneasy. Deborah was a well-known alchemist master, with at least six or seven Transcendent Realm masters owing her favors. If she truly did make arrangements, this wasn't a winnable fight.