Leah Fatin Ao3 Novels & Stories

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.

“This is Elena, my girlfriend and personal assistant.” “Wow, you move fast. Now you wanna tell me why you’re beaten up?” Leah asked, putting her hands on her hips. She swished her long, dark hair over her shoulder, and her bright eyes pinned onto her brother. She was the female double of Aiden, tall but slim, her features softer than his, but she was still scarily beautiful. “Yeah, when she’s sittin’ down, because she’s supposed to be in bed,” Aiden grumbled. Grabbing my hands, he pulled me to the sofa.

Then turned around and, like a sly fox, walked over to the pissed off beta and decked his ass so hard he flew back and landed on his mate! She is mine, do you hear me, fucker? Leah is my fated mate, so no, you cannot have her and your mate, too. Accept the fact that you’re gonna get done in the booty for the rest of your fucking life, asshole! You’re Eddie’s bitch now!

I didn’t know what he was thinking, but there really wasn’t much I could do about it. Finn leaned down and placed Leah in my arms. I pulled her to my chest, resting my elbows on the chair. Smiling down at her, she was a split between her fathers. There was something about her, though, that was distinctly Aelia. It was like she was copying Aelia’s mannerisms and faces when she had been little. A hush fell over the bar as I held her, smiling down. Her eyes opened, the last of her fat tears rolling down her face. Reaching out, I brushed it away.

I grabbed her by the waist, flipping her to face the bed. "Kneel," I ordered, and she obeyed quickly like her life depended on it. She arched, getting in the perfect position to fill her with my shaft. Slowly, I inserted my organ into her sloppy cunt, and started thrusting, my pace increasing with every thrusts. Her moans came out louder and satisfactory this time around. I grunted softly amidst penetrating as a result of the pleasure filling my marrow. Climax was building inside of me. "I'm cumming again," Layla moaned.

Chapter 9 Caitlyn was standing beside her gate when Martin arrived in his car. She was wearing a black leather skirt that stopped way above her knees, a small white top that clung to her body, a black leather jacket, and a white shoe to match. Martin swallowed nothing as he stared at her. He was mesmerized by her beautiful face and body. He cleared his throat nervously, winded down, and poked his head out a little. "Get in!" He ordered her. She smiled and quickly rushed to enter the car.

Leah let go of his wrist and stood in front of Igneel's desk. "Why are you hitting him?" Leah asked the fatty with a stern expression which was not like her at all. "I wanted orange flavor but he got me an apple one," Fatty explained. "So...you will hit him?" Leah asked and fatty raised his brows at her. "What's your deal? He is our friend." Fatty said and Leah passed him a sarcastic smile. "Do you treat your friends like this?" Leah asked and fatty passed her a disgusting smirk of his. "He is treating us with his money. He shall bring us our favorite stuff. If not then what's the point of treating your friends?" Fatty said and Leah paused.

Lucian's POV After Jalin left, I held the delicate hand of the girl who stood before me as her large, frightened eyes looked up at me, pleading for an unknown mercy. Their gaze pierced through my soul, leaving a hollow ache in its wake. Each tremor that ran through her slender fingers reverberated within me, a stark reminder of the innocence and vitality she once possessed. My heart shattered into a thousand pieces to see my daughter—my Leah—in such a state, a mere shadow of her true self. Memories of her laughter, her curious questions, and the warmth of her smile flooded my mind, contrasting cruelly with the present reality of her fear and confusion.

"I will always be on top. Wanting to be like Luna Lisa, she was strong, beautiful, and a powerful leader. I wanted to be just like her. That is why I have this power. I was worried about the deal; I would regret it, but feeling myself with this amount of strength, I could do anything. And the one thing in my mind is to kill you, Yuna." She lifts her head and howl. A wave of demonic energy hit us like a heavy gust of wind as it swirls around her like a barricade. "With this enormous power, I can become the greatest," Leah cackled menacingly. " Then my whole senses are tingling inside like some magic in my eyes. It's like seeing through a spyglass with waves of gold circulating. With this, I c

She then wrote diligently on his laptop. "Ms. Fely, what are doing?" asked Nina when she came to Fely's room. Fely smirked. "Some love sentences for Lea. Just wait and watch, Nina. You will be impressed by my work." Forty minutes later, Shaira, who was getting ready to go home, plopped down again on the sofa in her office with a beet red face, staring at the ipad in her hand. "What is this?" On the search page that Shaira is currently opening, the news about Lea's arrogant attitude refusing to shake hands with a new model who looks just like her, is written in large letters.