Leah Name Meaning Hebrew Novels & Stories

“Tell me,” he said, low and dangerous. “Tell me who this cunt belongs to.” “You,” I panted, spreading wider, shameless. “It’s yours—please, Micaiah—” “Come on my cock,” he ordered through gritted teeth. “Show me how much you love being fucked by me.” ★⁠☆ Maliya comes home after two years abroad, hoping everything she ran from has finally cooled. But the moment she steps through the door, she realizes nothing has changed—especially not the one person she never wanted to face again. Micaiah. Her stepbrother. Her almost. Her reason for disappearing. She plans to keep her distance, start classes, rebuild her life… until her parents drop the news: they’ve transferred her to a new university, the one where Micaiah works as a professor. And they’re leaving for a three-month honeymoon, meaning she and Micaiah will be living in the same house. Alone. Maliya tells herself she can handle it. But Micaiah has his own ideas about unfinished business. Three months isn’t long… unless you’re stuck with the one person you swore you’d never fall for again.

At my wedding, my CEO wife's male assistant stood up in front of everyone and publicly presented a "year-end report" on their nights together. "Big thanks to Adam for your generosity. Over the past year, your wife and I tried 500 different positions. I successfully earned a 500-thousand-dollar year-end bonus and the right to the wedding night. "Adam, you should keep working hard. Don't feel too bad about only getting a one-dollar 'encouragement award.' "And thank you to all our friends and family for acknowledging me. Tonight, on our wedding night, I'll make sure Julie is thoroughly satisfied." The room fell into a suffocating silence. Even my mother-in-law—who always claimed to love me like her own son—said nothing. Seeing how pale I'd gone, Julie Black spoke with brutal honesty. "I accidentally got pregnant. The guy felt insecure and insisted on coming to the wedding, so I agreed. I was the one who crossed the line. I have to take responsibility." My heart sank into an icy abyss. Only then did I understand the meaning behind the one-dollar "encouragement bonus" Julie had transferred to me the night before. Staring at my wife's unfamiliar face, I made up my mind: I didn't want her anymore.

We’ve all read the books where the Alpha’s mate is hurt or gets kidnapped and the Alpha has to save them. But what happens when it’s the strong Alpha that gets taken? And something so traumatic happens to him, that he’s left completely broken. Left as only a shell of who he once was. And it’s his Luna that needs to rescue him… Maddox is the Alpha of the Night Wolf Pack. He was once full of life, a jokester and known for pranking his loved ones. Addison is a rare, enchanted witch & his beloved Luna. His pack was once abused and tortured until it’s previous Alpha was killed and it’s people set free. Maddox is now determined to bring peace to his new pack. However, things take a turn for the worst when someone close to the old Alpha seeks revenge. And he plans to take that revenge out on the new Alpha. Finn is an abused pack slave. His only dream is that one day his mate will find him and rescue him. But what happens when his mate wants absolutely nothing to do with him? Will he ever know freedom? Find out, in this journey where they discover what the true meaning of family, friendship, love and loyalty really is. ** Trigger Warning! Abuse, rape, torture. ** This is book 3 of A Broken Alpha series. This book can be read as a standalone.

BURB: Nathan Reed was born with a physical disability, he has a weak leg from birth and a seizure which leads to nose bleeding and he litterrily grew up in poverty. Quiet and introverted, he was a social outcast in high school, eventually becoming the primary target of a bullying clique. While Noah Grayson was the leader of that clique—the polar opposite of Nathan. He's Born into an elite family, he was a tall, athletic playboy who never knew the meaning of struggle. Traumatized by the abuse from the Noah group, the Nathan was forced to drop out. He spent years working grueling jobs—repairman, delivery driver, construction worker—until he finally landed a position at his current company. Starting from the very bottom, his diligence and competence eventually led him to the position of department manager. Just as he thinks his life is finally on track, his nightmare—Noah reappears. Despite Nathan professional success, he still feels like an ant in the face of the Noah's immense power and status. Mustering his courage to confront him, Nathan was shocked when Noah claims he has come to apologize for his past sins. Asking him to give him a chance to purse him. Is this a sincere confession or a cruel joke? Is the Noah truly repentant, or is there a hidden scheme at play? How will Nathan choose this time?

On the day I rejected Isabelle Hale, Wall Street's newest golden girl, everyone thought I had lost my mind. She had everything: a Wharton degree, a national finance championship, a perfect family name, and a résumé polished enough to make doors open before she even knocked. But I knew what was hiding behind that name. Fifty years ago, her grandfather stole my grandmother's acceptance letter, her New York scholarship, and the future she had earned with her own hands. He used them to escape an Appalachian coal town with another woman, then built himself into a celebrated Ivy League professor who lectured rich students about ethics. My real grandmother, Grace Walker, was left behind in coal dust and shame. My mother grew up carrying the weight of that stolen life. They lifted me out anyway. I made it all the way to Manhattan, to a glass conference room at Northbridge Capital, where Isabelle sat across from me in a black suit tailored like victory. She thought her family name would protect her. She thought I would bow. Instead, I closed her file and said, "You didn't pass." By the next morning, they had fired me, dragged my name through the mud, and turned a press conference into my public trial. They forgot one thing. I didn't climb to the top of Wall Street to beg for a seat at their table. I came to take back every name, every chance, and every voice they stole from women like us.

He is known as the cruelest and most ruthless Alpha King and his name causes fear among all Alphas, except the ordinary and weak omega ....

Before the marking ceremony, Leon Parker crossed out his name on the Moonlight Tree. Then, he carved his brother Cillian Parker's name next to mine instead. A friend teased him, "Just because you lost a bet to Susie Burton, you're changing the name on the Moonlight Tree to Cillian's? Aren't you afraid Madison Lachlan will find out and lose it on you?" Leon replied lazily, "She nearly died for me once. Changing a name is nothing; she won't mind. I've already ruined her marking ceremony 52 times. What's one more? Besides, Cillian's leg is injured, and he's stuck in a wheelchair. No woman would ever want to be with him. Once Madison finds out, she'll come crawling back to me, and I'll still have the upper hand." I stood by the door, listening to every word of their conversation as my heart gradually turned cold. The Moonlight Tree was sacred to all werewolves. Every mated pair carved their names into it, symbolizing the Moon Goddess's blessing on their bond. Yet, Leon was treating something so sacred like it was a joke. I did not make a scene, just slipping away silently. On the day of the marking ceremony, Leon arrived at the venue to find no one there. He frantically called me. I stood in my white wedding dress, looking at my mate across from me. "My marking ceremony is about to start. Are you here to congratulate me on my big day?"

Luciano gazed at the little boy who tugged at his sleeve. His eyes mirrored the green of an emerald, a trait they shared. Kneeling down, Luciano faced the boy. "What's your name?" "Juan," the boy replied, a shy smile gracing his lips. "Juan, what a wonderful name," Luciano said, pulling him into a gentle embrace. He couldn't help but wonder where the boy's parents were. "Where are your parents?" he inquired softly. "My mom's at the store over there," Juan pointed across the street. Then, turning to Luciano, he asked, "As for my daddy... Will you be my dad, sir?"

I was a human girl raised in turns by vampires, elves, and werewolves. To repay them, I signed a three-year repayment contract with all three races, dividing my time and service among their leaders. When the vampire count was weakened by sunlight, I cut open my wrist and let him drink my blood. When the elven prince's Tree of Life began to wither, I stepped into the forbidden forest and traded ten years of my life with a witch in exchange for spring water that restored the tree to full vitality. When the werewolf Alpha's wolf spirit grew restless, I searched for the herbs that could soothe him. I always knew my place, and I never crossed the line. The vampire count sneered at me. "Leah, you're more obedient than the blood servants I keep. The moment I summon you, you offer your wrist on your own." The elven prince warned coldly, "This is only a transaction. Once the Tree of Life recovers, you will leave as agreed. Don't imagine I would ever make an exception for you." The werewolf Alpha tossed a check at my feet. "This is your contract fee for the next three years. It's enough to last you a lifetime. Don't forget this. You haven't been marked, so don't overstep." Later, I finally repaid everything and prepared to return to the human world. The vampire count was willing to stand under the burning sun just to make me stay. The elven prince threatened to destroy the Tree of Life if I left. The werewolf Alpha dropped to one knee and presented me with the Luna's crown. In unison, they said, "You're not allowed to marry anyone else."

I’m Vicky Eaton, a bondless Kindred. Meaning, I don’t have a Blood Bond mate--the only human you can drink from according to the Kindred law. I’ve done my best to stick to the rule, until I realized that my new boss just smells too darn delicious for me to resist and fits every criteria to be my mate. However, I have made a vow long ago to stay bondless for eternity.**As he spoke, he licked my ear. My heart began to race again. The aroma of his Blood Perfume mixed with his natural body fragrance, stimulated my every nerve. He kissed my neck. I groaned against his touch as he removed my clothing for the third time in under 12 hours."Whatever you do…” I said breathlessly, “Don’t stop.” My words hit him hard and his moves intensified. Suddenly, he broke apart and turned his neck to me, revealing his glorious skin. I froze. Should I stay true to my past, or do I take a leap of faith and fall into the world of the Blood Bond?