Leah Clearwater Twilight Novels & Stories

Their dreams fit together wonderfully. When Nathaniel reached her room, she did not undress. She had no intention of staying shut up in the cottage, no matter what Laurence said. She couldn’t waste this perfect night. She had to enjoy the serenity of her favorite clearing in the woods. It was her secret place. No one knew of it, not even Laurence. Impatiently, she waited in her slowly darkening bedroom. It seemed like hours before her aunt’s lamp went out and the obnoxious snoring started.

Clarion said soberly. "When she came into our lives, that void was filled again. The vacuum that Alice left behind ceased to exist and she filled our lives with happiness again.."Tarvan added. There was an absolute quietness. Each was left in her own thoughts. Leah refused to let go until Clarion asked "Isn't she beautiful?" Leah pulled away from the embrace and cleaned her tears "More than being beautiful, she's absolutely gorgeous and irresistible" she replied. Clarion was excited and glanced at Louis. The latter was caught off guard. His eyes were still red and he still glared at Pamela with guilt.

I turned back to see Leah walking toward us with her body fitted in a red tight gown, showing all her curves and cleavage. "Hi, guys." She gave me a wide smile but I looked away from her. My attitude toward Leah was rude, I knew that but I couldn't bring myself to forgive her for the insulting words she threw at me that day. Whenever I thought of it, it made my blood boils and I wouldn't stop giving her the attitude until she realises her mistake and apologizes for it. She turned to Anna and said, "I wasn't able to personally introduce myself to you yesterday, I'm Leah Knight, London's Number 1 model and of course, Rhea's big sister." She stretched her hands out with a wide grin on her face.

Liam took the crystal and bowed deeply. "Your will is my command, My Luna." That night, I stood on the temple balcony, the moonlight bathing me in its gentle glow. My sister, Seraphina, draped a soft cloak over my shoulders from behind. "Still thinking about the dungeon?" she asked softly. I shook my head, then nodded. "It just... all feels like a dream." "It's not a dream, Isolde." She took my hand. Hers was warm and strong. "This is the life you deserve. You are not the bullied, adopted daughter of the Dust Tail pack anymore. You are the Luna of Silver Moon. You are my sister."

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.

He slowed his pace, creeping through the shadows to investigate. He found her in a small clearing, kneeling over a deer. "I won't hurt you. I’m going to heal you. Just stay still, beautiful," Lea whispered. Drex watched, mesmerized, as Lea closed her eyes and took a deep breath. A dim, ethereal light began to glow from her palms. Drex’s eyes widened. She was using a power she had never mentioned. The light grew brilliant as she touched the deer’s wounded leg. When she pulled her hand away, the wound was gone. The skin was whole.

“Oh my God! Finally! I’m Leah — social media strategy. Welcome!” A guy with glasses offered a chill nod. “Jason. Copywriting.” The third, a woman with an expensive bob and a sharper expression, didn’t smile at all. She crossed her legs slowly, giving me an assessing look. “I’m Clarissa,” she said, voice smooth but edged. “Senior strategist.” Her tone translated clearly: And I don’t like you already. Elise finished the introductions and slipped out of the room. Leah instantly pulled me into a seat beside her. “Ignore Clarissa. She thinks she owns this floor just because she’s been here since the dinosaurs.”

Cameras flashed around them as reporters shouted questions, and Adrian didn’t spare a single glance in her direction. Leila’s fingers trembled, clutching the gift box tighter. He cut my call… because of her. The receptionist leaned closer with a cruel smirk. “See that goddess over there? That’s our future Luna. Alpha Adrian’s first love, Lydia Lucas, daughter of the Silver Moon pack. Not some… human.”