Leah Core Novels & Stories

Killian was distracted, the elders were convinced, and the rogues were playing their part perfectly. Leah's thoughts drifted back to the meticulous planning that had led to this moment. She had played her cards well, leveraging her parents' influence and her own cunning to manipulate those around her. The thrill of power surged through her veins, intoxicating and addictive. She turned back to the mirror, her reflection a testament to her determination and resolve. This was just the beginning. With Killian occupied and Elaine discredited, Leah's position as Alpha Queen would be unassailable. She had taken control of her destiny, and she wouldn't stop until she had everything she desired.

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.”

Leah was dressed very elegantly, even the handbag she was carrying was worth two million. There were several key technicians from the Dawson Group surrounding her, and everyone's gaze towards her was respectful and admiring. And these group of technical experts were all around the age of 35, and among them, the slightly younger ones all liked Leah. Leah also saw Lena, her lips curved into a smile as she greeted, "Do you also live here?" The few technical backbone members knew Lena, after all, these two people had live-streamed a PK before. At this moment, everyone's faces were full of disdain.

The second room was mostly unused until Lauren's friend Stacy had mentioned that her best friend, Leah, was starting law school nearby and needed a place to live. Neither of us knew Leah very well. I knew she was smokin' hot — 6 feet tall and skinny but fit, since she had been an athlete in college. She had long, straight, golden-brown hair that framed a gorgeous face with smooth, olive skin. She literally could have been a runway model. She rarely showed off her boobs, to the point that I assumed they were small, but I had overheard some "girl talk" one day and it turned out she had D-cups.

Thia murmured, her voice already raspy. Leah arched, gasping. “Oh my goodness, yes… right there.” Before I knew it, they were on the counter; Leah at the edge, legs spread wide. Thia rummaged through the drawer, pulling out a thick, double ended dildo; veiny and realistic, at least about ten inches in each side. Leah laughed breathlessly. “What if he opens the drawer and finds this there?”

He didn’t want to jeopardize that. The next day, Leah chopped off her long black hair, styled it into a short, shaggy cut, and borrowed Noah’s oversized hoodie and sneakers. With her face free of makeup and her voice rehearsed into a convincing baritone, she was ready. She applied for the job, and to her shock, she was invited for an interview. Two days later, Leah—or rather, “Leo”—arrived at a sprawling mansion. The estate was intimidating, with tall iron gates and perfectly manicured lawns. A woman in her late 40s opened the door, and ushered her in.

“To our dear Willy of course-” “You wish!” Leah spat out. “Take another step and I'll make sure you regret it!” “By faking to be fragile and pitiful to earn Liam's sympathy?” Haley smiled. “What else can you do aside from that?” “So what?” Leah crossed her arms. “Don't underestimate what I can do. Not only Liam, I can turn the whole world against you if I wish! And you'll have no escape!” “Kindly take my advice and leave…” She added. “You’re a barren woman, yet you cling onto Liam for his wealth.”

LEAH The letter slipped from my hand again, landing silently on the floor like it had given up on me too. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. Everything I thought I knew about Dante, about myself, about this world I had been thrown into was crumbling around me like a sandcastle caught in a rising tide. The words from the parchment still echoed in my head, burning themselves into my mind. “Leah Waters… key to breaking the lycan curse…”

Bain was on the far left, constantly scanning their flank with his volkaane senses. Stefan had chosen two of the more powerful vampires in the coven for his companions tonight. Leah was a member of the High Council and had been vampire for more than five hundred years. She had been born in Scotland and was turned by a wandering vampire who took her with him to England. For over two hundred years she 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.

his hand moves in mine so he holds me firmer when the kitchen door swings open. Leah steps in looking excited “ ok so your pack has a lot of shops!” I look at her and see her struggling to carry a ridiculous amount of bags and snort. “Retail therapy?” I ask with amusement she nods enthusiastically “and I got some bits for you Nova!” What? “For me?” I ask confused , she smiles “your jeans and T-shirt’s are lovely and all but when’s the last time you went shopping?” “Urgh”... “I don’t shop” I say with a shrug. My job doesn’t leave me with a lot of down time so shoppings never really been something I’ve been able to do. “Exactly” Leah chimes and hands me 3 bags packed to the brim. “Leah! What d