Leah Clearwater Novels & Stories

There was a pause. The kind that tells you someone is choosing their next words carefully. “The summary,” he said finally, “is that I got you an assistant.” I sat up straighter. “You what?” “She’s one of the best,” he said. “Her name is Leah. She has worked with Teni Lawson, Maya West, Amara Blake, and two media personalities you like. She will make your life easier. And safer. And she will help you manage this… attention.”

“But that day is not here yet.” I liked her attitude and her direct way of speaking. “I’m young,” I said, returning her smile. Ricard and I exchanged brief histories with Leah. She told us she had been turned in Scotland more than three hundred years before by a wandering vampire who took her to England. For two centuries she had hunted with him, until she ran afoul of a vampire queen by unknowingly slaying a handsome nobleman the queen had been eyeing for her own. After that, nowhere in the English Isles was safe for Leah, so she set sail for America, landing in Massachusetts. She had only left New England once for a short time before returning. She now resided permanently in Connecticut.

“I can clean and disinfect the wound for you. It’s no trouble at all.” Kenan opened his mouth to refuse, but Krista beat him to it. “That’s really not necessary,” she said quickly. Leah waved off their protests with a warm smile. “Honestly, I don’t mind. I’d be happy to help.” I saw my opening and seized it. “Leah’s good at cleaning up wounds,” I said, my voice sharp enough to command their attention. “I’ve often thought she might be a better healer than she is a fighter.”

“But I got a scholarship that covered the first two years of school, so, it was kind of a no-brainer at that point.” “I can see how that would influence the decision,” he admitted, and she grinned. “But I can’t handle the winters up there,” Leah said, and shrugged. “As soon as I’m done with my degrees, I’m out of there.” “Where were you planning on going?” “Back to Texas, actually. Out of everywhere we lived, Texas was my favorite.” “Interesting.” “What about you? Where are you from?” “Born and raised in Tampa, Florida. I’m the oldest of four - two brothers and one sister. It was never quiet at my parents’ house growing up. I’m amazed they survived all that noise with their sanity intact, to

I need Crystal to carry out my next action. "Leah, oh my God it's you. Oh, Leah—" She was so shocked to see my real face when she got into the car. Her hand shook to hold my hand. "I thought you had plastic surgery so your face changed. It's you, Leah, I miss you. God is so good to you that you can see us grow old and frail before you." "There is nothing better than my reborn. If possible I would rather die and not know anything, Crystal." It hurts to know all the depraved things they have done.

She typed the message but before she could click send she cleared it and dropped the phone on the bedside table. Back in the most expensive area in Florida, a place meant for only the rich and powerful, Derrick sat on the sofa in his room at the villa with his phone in hand unaware of the blank message he sent to Lily.

Her hoodie covered her completely, but underneath she wore a black two-piece she hadn’t dared reveal yet. Liam leaned down. “I’m gonna go find Carter and grab us drinks, alright? You good?” She nodded, offering a small smile. “I’ll stay here.” He brushed a hand down her arm before vanishing into the crowd. Left alone near the edge of the patio, Leah pulled her hoodie sleeves over her hands and tried not to shrink completely. People were laughing, dancing, pressing together. She was invisible here. And maybe that was better. Until she wasn’t. Victoria spotted her from across the pool.

Leah made her way to the clear located in the center of Ray’s pack territory and landed a few feet away from where the magnificently decorated tables were set up. There were a lot of people present already. People were dancing to the music that was playing over the loud speaker and she could see little pups running around, weaving in between and underneath the tables. She could hear their excitement as they noticed her and ran over to greet her.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******