Leah Mcsweeney Book Novels & Stories

"I was banned from our pack and sent into exile." Startled, Leah responded. "This doesn't make any sense. I'm still trying to figure out what you have narrated has got to do with the magic book you seek?" "Yes, it may not be connected to the magic book from the little explanation I have made so far but trust me, it does. Maybe you should listen to the full story as it happened." "You may proceed," Leah gave her the order to continue.

Unbeknownst to me, as soon as I rolled up my skirt, my p@nty exploded, and two fingers dug deep into my honeypot. You can call me Alexandra Williams. However, most people just call me Lexi because it's quick and simple. This name is also very appealing to me. My parents passed away when I was twelve. Since then, I've been staying with Vanessa, a friend of my mother's who was a pastor's wife. My little sister is actually not that small. given that I am currently 21 and she is 18. She attends the University of Miami, but after completing my college coursework at the age of 17, I decided to drop out of school.

Lived in. It felt like a home. My gaze landed on Leah. She sat beside the window with a book in her lap. Her silver-blonde hair fell over one shoulder as she turned a page, completely absorbed in whatever she was reading. For a moment, I simply stared. She looked peaceful. It was hard to imagine that she was the same person who orchestrated the fall of twenty people and was currently threatening Fiona. Her head turned towards me and she beamed. “Arieee! Come over here,” she tapped the spot beside her eagerly. If I didn’t know better I would think she was a little ray of sunshine.

The kitchen in David’s tidy apartment, everyone with coffee, the specific warm crowded energy of people who had become family through circumstance and were now choosing to be family through habit. “March,” Leah said. She was looking at me. “One week.” “One week,” I confirmed. “How do you feel,” she said. “Like Rachel told me to stop preparing the professional version and walk in with the true one,” I said. Rachel, across the room, made a sound. “She said that,” Leah said. “She said it,” I confirmed. “She’s right,” Leah said. “I know,” I said. “You’re going to be extraordinary,” Leah said. “She said don’t tell her that before March,” Rachel said.