Leah Clearwater Novels & Stories

Her green eyes roamed over Lydia as she exclaimed, “Oh my God!” Lydia stifled a laugh; she knew her mom would soon comment on her beauty and how she would sweep every male off their feet that evening. It was clear that Lydia resembled her mother, both standing tall and slender, with curves that could captivate anyone. Lydia had inherited Luna Alice's striking green eyes, long tan limbs, pointed nose, and beautifully shaped lips.

“It’s just a front.” “And what do you do?” Isaac prodded. “I just strip for now.” Leah had never had any qualms with her career choice. It kept her living comfortably, and paid for her college tuition. I also was not exactly one to talk when it came to questionable careers. “And who are the clients, then?” Leah pursed her lips. “Humans mostly, I think. The owner did point out a couple warlocks that came in, and there’s a shifter that comes in for a private performance from me every night, and -”

"I came back to get the fish food." Jade's mind buzzed for a moment, experiencing a brief blank state. Leah had no particular hobbies except for keeping fish. To facilitate her passion, she had renovated a pond in the yard specifically for her precious fish. Jade remembered that, although the water in the pond wasn't deep, it was filled with rocks for aesthetic reasons. Falling into it could result in anything, from minor injuries to fractures. Could Leah have gotten injured that way in her previous lifetime? While Jade was lost in her chaotic thoughts, a servant rushed in, exclaiming in a panic, "Come quick, something’s happened!"

Shaking her head, she picked up the juice glass the maid had just dropped on a table in front of her. Then her phone beeped. Was it Joye emailing that he'd backed out? Haley took the phone only to see a message from an anonymous number. Huh? She tapped into it, and what her eyes saw next had her brain reeling. Resting on a bed was a sleeping Liam. Deeply asleep, he appeared more beautiful. The person who took the selfie was Leah, resting beside him, her eyes drawn into slits, smiling sweetly at the camera. The text that accompanied the photo read; [Still won't give up?]

Leah was quiet for a moment, turning that over with the same careful attention she gave everything that actually mattered to her. "That's not stupid," she said finally. "It's honest. I'd rather have this than another version of you performing calm at me because you think that's what I need." "It doesn't feel like something I should admit out loud. A king, jealous of an apology." "I'm not interested in the version of you that only shows me the parts that look good in council meetings," she said. "I fell for the man who told me about his mother on a cold morning, not the one who has a clean answer for everything." She reached across and took my hand, the same steady weight I'd offered her more

Leah had poured a fresh cup, and the bitter aroma filled the space like a small comfort, grounding them in this quiet moment after the storm. Jason leaned against the balcony railing, the metal cold under his hands. He looked out at the sea of lights that was Miami, glittering like nothing had changed. The world below kept spinning, as if it hadn’t just barely escaped chaos. His arm ached beneath the bandage; an old reminder now of Morgana’s blade. But more than the wound, he kept thinking about the way Leah had reached for him afterward. The way her hands had pressed against his skin; firm, careful, yet somehow… tender. Just part of her job, he told himself. But even now, the memory crept i

"Ian! My leg—cramp! I can't move!" He froze. Cecilia was flailing, halfway under. Through the blur, Leah saw Ian glance at her—just once—then turn and swim straight for Cecilia. His back vanished into the waves. Her arms dropped. Whatever strength she had left drained out. As she sank, Leah closed her eyes, a faint, bitter smile tugging at her lips. What had she even been hoping for?

Nothing would stop me now. As I left their room, I took one last glance at their peaceful faces. "Goodnight, my loves," I whispered. "I promise you, everything will be alright." The flickering nightlight cast long shadows across the floor, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I could feel the darkness that lived inside me stir with excitement. And a voice whispered in my head, “The world will soon know our name, Luna Wicken, and they will learn to fear it.”

So, she opens it gladly. In the Mantikaw island is very cold. However, Brown does not take his sleep yet. As he goes back to the site when he had found Leah before. Fortunately, she is online. Abd then, the woman has sent her response recently. Now, they are keep on chatting to each other. To that, the guy is happy as a clam. Leah is pregnant but she is still interested to meet this guy, since he has given him a lot of money before. Moving forward, she is not happy to her profession. But this is the best way for her to survive.

Leah My name is Leah White, and I was born cursed. My mother, Louisa, was the chosen priestess of the Silver Moon Pack, sworn to serve the Moon Goddess in her temple with songs and prayers. She was meant to devote her entire life to the Goddess—no love, no mate, no children. But she fell in love with Lycan King Sylus, and I was the result of that forbidden bond.