Leah In Hebrew Novels & Stories

She pushed back her hoodie and revealed herself. "Leah." ** "You're living well," Leah said as she accepted the cold drink she was offered. She was seated inside the Cabin on the stool facing the kitchen while Sarah moved in and out of it trying to make her something to eat. "You er… look really well, Miss Leah-" "Pft!" Leah laughed, almost choking on her drink. "Even after everything you still address me as that? You're really something. Just call me Leah." She tried to open her mouth too but the words just didn’t come out. "Sorry, I cannot."

"Watch your words, or people will start to see you're not as pristine as you make out." Shylie didn't look away. "Watch yourself, Leah, before you threaten the people you don't know the rules about," she said, her voice a bare whisper. Leah blinked. For a second, she was icy cold. Then she laughed, a short, nervous laugh. "We will see who comes out on top." Shylie didn't reply. She simply turned and strode away, and Leah was left there, all anger and fear bubbling inside her. (Elias's POV)

"Leila Isabelle. Leila Estelle. Leila Genevieve. Leila Rose. Leila Grace." "Leila Rebecca de Beaumont. Leila Isabelle de Beaumont. Leila Estelle de Beaumont. Leila Genevieve de Beaumont. Leila Rose de Beaumont. Leila Grace de Beaumont." They all sounded decent, to be fair. "Or we might just give one of our daughters the name Rebecca", he suggested. "Do you know its meaning?" "No, I'm not the kind of person to look into such things." That's true. That's why I was here; a database of the most random knowledge. "I am though", I looked up to him. "It means 'captivating, to tie, beautiful, desirable'."

"I saw something papable earlier!" I just smiled and continued to put the glasses on. Spoons and forks are covered with tissue. "You're really Joel, just work on it. You can't flirt now!" Leah admonished him and shook his head. "This Leah is KJ, because she lacks irrigation!" My eyes widened and I looked at Leah's reaction which was now very annoyed. I laughed and shook my head. I was about to move to a table when Ma'am Emma called me. I gently placed the bottle on the table and approached Ma'am.

Leah clenched her jaw as she tried to stifle the pain and grief, that had been hiding inside her for a long time now. “I’ve been dreaming of him since the moment I laid my eyes on him. I’ve worked hard to have him. I worked hard to deserve him in the future. I loved him from afar and improved myself to be worthy of being his better half, as his queen.” She soulfully continued as she looked away from her curious eyes. Leah smiled without humor. “But because of my name and the family I came from. Because you are the destined sacred emissary. Everything just crumbled down in front of me.” Her voice suddenly turned furious and ruthless as her eyes turned into thin slits.

My wounds forgotten. My curse stirring. “Enough.” The word struck like thunder. Silence. Complete. I stared him down, chest heaving. Then I said the words I had not fully allowed myself to admit until now. “Leah is different.” The room stilled. Not one breath dared interrupt me. “She is not some fragile runaway Luna.” My voice deepened. “She is destined.” The ancient truth felt heavier aloud. “Chosen by the Moon Goddess herself.” Even speaking it sent strange power through my veins.

Embarrassed by what happened, Leah quickly pulled away from Lejandro’s hold and said: "Thank you so much for helping me," Leah said and left. "Leah’s voice really sounds familiar to me... Just like Elijah’s voice back then! But why does Elijah’s voice sound different now?" "Uhmmmmm..." Lejandro wondered to himself as he watched Leah head inside to freshen up. They were about to be introduced by Manang Elvie to their bosses, so she had to look presentable. Even if her face was hard to beautify, she still chose to fix herself up.

Kyla replied. “Thank you so much, Kyla. You are a very kind friend.” “All right, don’t dramatize there. When do we start? “After our mission is over. There is very little evidence and we will know the reason Leah died.” Naneth replied. “Wait Naneth! What is Leah’s last name? “Roa!” Naneth replied. “Roa? So how about Mr. Roa? The last name is the same as that Leah Roa?” astonished Kyla said.

Eyes as sharp as blades. “I didn't listen to your words, because I didn't want to.” Leah was ostensibly bold. "You don't know what you are doing to yourself. Giving your body away like a whore! While Helena preserves herself, you are the loser here, can't you see, or are you blind! Johanna cursed out; she has tried so hard to be calm, but her daughter keeps pushing her to the wall. Leah's eyes narrowed as they slowly darkened. "Wasn't that how you ended up in the palace, Mother? Leah's voice was terribly daring.

“You are not wrong. I have been thinking about this myself. I know Leah’s heart is troubled. I just want her to find peace again. She used to be thoughtful and calmer, but something changed in her.” Doria’s voice softened slightly. “Sometimes kindness grows wild when it feels unseen. Maybe she just needs to understand that her place is not at your side, but behind you, supporting you as her father. She must not think she will lead.” Alpha Glint was about to respond when the heavy doors of the hall burst open. The sound echoed loudly across the walls. Leah stood in the doorway, her eyes wild, her hair loose as if she had run all the way there. Her voice broke through the silence. “What is thi