Leah Fatin Ao3 Novels & Stories

Georgia bowed with a smile. [Georgia Xin] Age: 20 Height: 5'6 Eyes: Black Hair: Black : Oh! I forgot again. My son too. : Lewis!!!! Uncle Sai called him. : Lewis? Leah muttered. That scrambled her thoughts. : But how... Leah asked her mind. [Now why?] Then a man with red hair walked to them. He stood at his place and looked at Leah strangely. He still remembered her appearance. [Lewis Xin] Age: 21

Clearly, she misses them as she miaauws and sniffs all the places where she last saw them. Leah treats her to an extra packet of meat, before starting to paint. When Gato finally given up on her search, she settles on the table between Leah’s paint work. Something that makes Leah send Sergio a pic of her with a paw on a saucer. She writes a caption: “Quality control.” And Sergio replies with a huge pumping heart and the words. “My girls.”

She already disliked the girl…in fact, right from the outset when Logan had announced to her that he was getting married to a street girl, and that the whole incidence surrounding it was too complicated for her to grasp, and so she had nodded and acted like she understood or accepted it. Damn Logan and Ethan as well! Then Leah remembered that the miniature man has not sent the pictures and videos from Logan’s supposed romantic moments with Alice at the house before leaving for the party. Leah needed to see them. She needed to vet them, to know if their audience would buy their lies, but the stupid man has not sent shit. Fuck, Leah hated Ethan more than she disliked Alice. She searched for he

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…”

She chuckles, "well after this morning your lucky I love you and still talk to you." I look out my window and watch as Leah trains with Charlie. I bite the pad of my thumb watching her, she's wearing a tight black long sleeve body suit and leggings, her hips have gained weight, her thighs and ass too. Her breasts where already a nice size, even though her ribs poked out, but now she's healthy looking and sexy as fuck. I turn to my Beta and Gamma, watching me, Steve points to my groin area, "might want to reign that in with just us guys here, you're making for an uncomfortable work environment.

"He can’t be away from me!" "Leah," Haidan tried, kneeling down beside me. "Calm down, okay?" As she spoke, I could feel the alpha command radiating from her. However, it did nothing to stop Leah from continuing to thrash against her bindings. "What happened?" I asked as Haidan began to tear away the vines. "Talk to us, will you?" "Asher!" Leah repeated, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. "Arabia!" "Arabia?" I repeated, my eyes growing wide. "What about Arabia?"

I can not take it anymore. I pull out quickly of Leah's insides, and she jerks upright so I spill onto her face. She licks and licks her lips, while looking directly at the camera that is brought close to her face. She runs her hands where my semen has fallen and spreads it over her breasts. We keep touching for a few more seconds, until we hear the magic word. “Cut!” Josh yells. As soon as the cameraman stops filming, a very tall, dark woman appears out of nowhere, with a white bathrobe for Leah.

She was like a magical potion that quenched all my pain anger. " OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" We heard Zarah squeal and Faryah let go of me almost instantly to see what was going on. " That's the most beautiful picture I have ever taken in my entire life" Oh lord. Ladies and their emotions. She probably took a picture of when Faryah tiptoed to kiss my forehead. We watched the cartoon they prepared and oh my Allah, it cracked me up. It was a cartoon about the love story of I and Faryah and they called it

LUCIAN The door thumps shut behind us and the suite goes quiet in that weird way big rooms do. It’s like the air is waiting to see who speaks first. Leah doesn’t speak. She just looks at me. No, not even looks, she studies. There’s a kind of mischief in her eyes, and some heat too. Trouble for me, definitely. I love it. I feel Fenrir lifts his head inside my chest. Finally. He’s been dragged from sleep by a scent he can’t resist, stubborn thing. “Mate,” he growls lustfully. Leah steps backward slowly, drawing me with her like there’s a hook in my ribs.

Leah My name is Leah White, and I was born cursed. My mother, Louisa, was the chosen priestess of the Silver Moon Pack, sworn to serve the Moon Goddess in her temple with songs and prayers. She was meant to devote her entire life to the Goddess—no love, no mate, no children. But she fell in love with Lycan King Sylus, and I was the result of that forbidden bond.