Leah Core Novels & Stories

“Sure you ain’t a fan?” “We’re weaponizing predictability,” Leah said. “Everyone has tells. Hers are loyalty and shame.” “How poetic. And here I thought she was just another intern with good lighting.” Richard Hale was obviously not buying her importance. Leah’s gaze didn’t move. “Mock her. But she’s the reason every rumor you plant is dead on arrival.” Malcolm exhaled slowly, fingers tightening around his glass. “So we take her out as per your last request?”

Finally, I settled on a gentle, “He does mean it, though, Leah. If he didn’t, it wouldn’t continue to happen.” “You just don’t know him like I do. He’s so kind and loving most of the time. Besides, the Moon Goddess doesn’t make mistakes. We’re meant to be together.” “Then why are you chasing Caden?” I asked, genuinely confused. Leah snorted and rolled her eyes. “You don’t understand anything, Chloe. You never have. You would have been a terrible Luna – no sense of strategy. I don’t want to be a rogue. I want a house and, a yard and a playset for my kids. I want stability. I want to be Luna. I love Lorenzo, but he can’t provide any of that for me. I hate it, but it’s the truth.”

he said, and I was shocked at how efficient Mark was. "Leah is Alpha Devin Brooks' younger sister. She worked with Lycans and then got into trouble there. Instead of being executed, she was sent into exile. Then the Lycans were searching for her. After they killed her, they trailed you here, and now they are lurking about my borders, waiting for you to slip through," he said. Suddenly the Lycans I saw at the border when I went to look for herbs for foxglove treatment made a lot of sense.

'Wait, what? She let out a questioning voice and made a confused expression. Chandler raised an eyebrow. This was not the time to be thinking about being the recipient to an unrequited attraction but her drunk mind was already picturing long fingers slide down and settle at her waist. The feeling had not yet subsided and she reluctantly kept on thinking of Levi, despite having a famous, well off, well built man with a double life who might pose a threat to her plans right in front of her. Chander's sudden interruption brought her back.

Si, Artie and Clive come to see mum when they can, Artie more than others because Si is always in Beta training and never gets away that much. Leah was now 19 and had dad's muddy brown hair. Her eyes were a murky grey colour and although her skin is pretty and flawless like mum's, her body and blood weren't compatible with breeder standards. She is a bit bigger than me and she doesn't have the nicest hair. She is pretty by normal standards, but not breeder standards.

“All these keyboard warriors thinking they matter.” Anna watched with worried eyes as Leah shifted on the floor, typing as she said, “Bitch, I was already breaking hearts and making money while your deadbeat father was still giving you lunch money.” “Leah…” “What? They started it.” Leah’s phone buzzed again before Anna could say anything, her expression shifting slightly as she opened something new. “Wait,” she said. Her brows furrowed as she watched the screen. “Well this is interesting.” She slowly turned the phone toward Anna. “You might want to see this.”

“This meeting is for board members only. If you don’t leave this instant, I’ll call security.” Leah didn’t flinch. Instead, she tossed a file onto the glass table with a satisfying look. “Then call them,” she said calmly, looking unbothered. “But they’ll be escorting your son out, not me.” Vivienne blinked. “Excuse me?” “I own thirty percent of this company now. That makes me the highest shareholder in the room.” My mother stumbled backwards. “Pardon my manners, let me introduce myself…” Leah stepped back and slipped her arm into Aiden’s. “My name is Raven also known as Leah. Yes, the same woman who supposedly died five years ago. Surprise—I’m back. And I am here to take it all.”

Attempting to cover some of the excessive cleavage that are on display. "You are surely gonna be the highlight of the night." Leah says with a broad smile spread on her lips.

He apologized. Not saying anything, Leo read through the content of the tablet. The caption read, “CELEBRITY FASHION STYLIST RUNNING A FINANCIAL RETIREMENT PLAN BETWEEN THE CEO OF ROBIN MOTORS AND SAN FRANCISCO FASHION STYLIST, ZAC LEWIS WITH HER SON, SINCLAIR."

"The Royal House of Varkos must be more generous than we believe, since you are a princess..." "Please, I’m sure she meant well." Clara looked crestfallen, as if feeling bad for the backlash Leah was facing. "Lee is my friend. She must have been mistaken." "Mistaken?" Luna Laurent’s voice was shrill. "How could she say such a thing even if she is mistaken? What if we weren’t here and she defamed you?" Leah let out a scoffing laugh, shaking her head. "Luna Laurent, I didn’t want to expose the Mooncrest Pack, but… where did you say you donated? Volkov Central, Kirov Rehabilitation, or the Border Recovery Wing?”