Fifty Shades Darker Leila Novels & Stories

That meant I still could. The rain was steady enough to mask the sound of my steps. I stayed where I was, just far enough back that her window wouldn’t catch me. She moved inside a shadow crossing behind her curtains. She didn’t know it yet, but I wasn’t leaving tonight. --- Leila’s POV --- It was almost midnight when I gave in. I sat at the kitchen table, the folder in front of me like an accusation. When I opened it this time, I didn’t stop at the first page.

Chapter Five Leila's POV I didn't know how long I had ran or how far I had gone away from the safety of the pack. I stoped to catch my breath. Nothing will ever be the same again. I had lost everything. I was screwed. I felt my eyes wet. I touched my face it was wet with tears. I didn't know how long I had sat down crying but I cried till I was too weak to move any part of my body. Suddenly, I saw a shadow in front of me, before I could make out what it was or who it was, I heard a loud bang that sent a wiring signal to my brain. I raised my hand with so much difficulty to touch the side of my head I felt pain. I saw blood. I couldn't scream even if I wanted to. I saw darkness come faster to

"She has courage the vampire, but there is nothing to negotiate here, the decision is made, I want DarkVille free of vampires, it's the only way I'll get Alexander back to you, and you better get moving, the diamantine is taking effect on the vampire and he's not going to be alive for long, now, get the hell out of here! You have 48 hours Lea!" The women left the place with a broken heart, especially Lea, who really felt pain for what was happening to her brother, Brenda simply disguised it, she was the one who had given Alexander to the wolves, with the only interest of looking like she was helping to rescue him to gain Alexander's respect and love, but she did not count that Gary would bet

I asked with all my self-control, hoping to divert her attention away from the chemistry between us. Leah eyed me slyly, probably catching up to what I was doing. She shrugged. "I could eat." "Mrs. Thompson should be here soon," I informed her. "But in the meantime, let me show you to your room, so you can shower and get ready for dinner." "Alright," she said, and nodded in agreement. I led her up the stairs to the guest room. Leah and I reached the top of the stairs, and I turned to her with a smile, gesturing towards the room at the end of the hall. It had been recently renovated and decorated in dark shades of black and purple, with a cozy single bed.

“I needed you to stay obsessed with me. To never look anywhere else… especially not at her.” My breath hitched. “Her?” My voice dropped, low and dangerous. “You mean Leah.” She nodded weakly, her eyes filled with something I couldn’t quite name. “She’s not who you think she is. None of this is.” My heart slammed against my ribs. The dungeon walls seemed to close in, the torches flickering like shadows dancing in mockery. I stepped closer, towering over her, my voice deathly quiet. “Then tell me.” She let out a hollow, humorless laugh. “I’ll tell you everything, Darren.” She tilted her head back, eyes gleaming with something almost… pitying. “But by the time you understand the truth, it might

"Elena, you know how much I love you and how hard I've been trying to keep us safe. How could you leave me now?" Expecting little Elena to break into sobs as well, I was surprised when she gave Leila a deadpan expression and said, "You should be happy I'm leaving you. Do you think I could still love you like my sister when I know you've been having sex with our father?!" She shouted, and for a moment, my ears rang. My jaw clenched as one of the police officers exclaimed, "Oh my God! Eww." Leila's shoulders trembled with sobs, and she couldn't find her voice.

My breath hitched, and I pressed closer, greedy for the weight of his gaze. But Leila existed. That venomous, moon-blessed wretch. As long as her heart beat, I'd never be Mrs. Lavoie. I'd made sure of that, though. Her maid, that spineless girl, had been easy to buy. A few coins, a whispered threat, and now wolfsbane laced Leila's daily tonics. I'd seen her lately—pallor creeping into her cheeks, her steps faltering like a deer on ice. The poison was working, slow and quiet, draining her. Lucas, with his pack-first heart, would never tether himself to a frail Luna. Soon, she'd be nothing but a memory, and I'd make sure her end was mine to shape. You think you're untouchable, Leila. You'll le

It was his word against hers and he was the most eligible bachelor in the pack, loved by all, while she was just a wolfless girl, shunned by all. Leila pondered over the matter as she went about her morning routine, preparing for work. Leila looked at herself in the mirror, examining herself, she was putting on a burgundy colored plain gown that reached her knees. She let her hair down to cover her face, a habit that she had developed. Satisfied that she looked okay, she slipped on a pair of sandals, picked up her bag and headed out. Locking the door behind her, Leila began to walk down the road towards the store. Leila had not gotten too far from her house when she suddenly froze.

She shook her head sharply. “Nothing, it's nothing.” “Leila, you know better than to lie to me.” I grumbled. “Fine, I planned with Olivia to take out Elena.She's always been the root of every problem. First North, then Elian and now you.” I stood up slowly, my brows knitted together. “No one puts their hands on my mate.” For the first time since Leila was brought here, her aura matched mine. This bitch was dauntless. I grabbed her neck and squeezed tight, she didn't cry for help or plead as usual.

I back her up until her spine hits the edge of the vanity, knocking a perfume bottle to the floor where it breaks. "You already have me, Lea," I say, my voice a deadly, quiet rasp. "I am standing here. I am playing your sick game. What else do you want?" Instead of looking scared, Lea's lips curl into a slow, seductive smile. She reaches up, running her manicured nails lightly across my bare chest. "I want you to get dressed and smile for the cameras, darling," she whispers, her breath ghosting over my jaw. "Because if you embarrass me tonight, your precious Tara will be spending the rest of her life in a ditch."