Leah Pronunciation Mga Nobela at Kwento

Gean flicked a naughty stroke of hair running loose on his forehead with his slender fingers, which were a stark contrast to his strong, masculine build. My heart flipped. He was so mysteriously, exotically handsome, and I liked handsome men with a good appetite, quick wit, and a sexy accent. "Miss Lewyn..." Gean said. "Please, Mr. Gean Lee. Call me Leah." I smiled at him.

“She must be my niece, right?” Alexander cleared his throat. “This is Nyla. Our daughter.” “Hi, sweetie,” Leah smiled at her. “I’m your Aunt Leah. It’s so nice to meet you.” “Hi,” Nyla whispered, suddenly shy. It made me chuckle. She was such a chatterbox yet always quiet whenever she met new people. “Aunt Leah is your daddy’s sister,” I explained to her.

The way he said her name was gentle, soft, and was nothing Calla had ever heard from him. They knew each other. But who was Leah?

I turned back to see Leah walking toward us with her body fitted in a red tight gown, showing all her curves and cleavage. "Hi, guys." She gave me a wide smile but I looked away from her. My attitude toward Leah was rude, I knew that but I couldn't bring myself to forgive her for the insulting words she threw at me that day. Whenever I thought of it, it made my blood boils and I wouldn't stop giving her the attitude until she realises her mistake and apologizes for it. She turned to Anna and said, "I wasn't able to personally introduce myself to you yesterday, I'm Leah Knight, London's Number 1 model and of course, Rhea's big sister." She stretched her hands out with a wide grin on her face.

Leah sat at the very end of the table listening to them chatter about things she couldn't relate to, like the outsider that she feared she was and worse, none of the carters even spared her a glance. Finally Alex's mother's cold gaze met hers. “So she must be the uh…. Surrogate?” Leah ran cold as she heard that. No “Hi, hello.” or any form of pleasant greeting. Just a label. “Yes.” Victoria chirped in. “Her name is Leah and she's wonderful.” The mother scanned Leah, delicately placing her hand on her lap. “She looks… young.” “She's twenty three.” Alex said, sipping his wine. “With a banging body.” Alex's brother added with a playful chuckle.

I requested. “You can raise your head” he said with a deep voice that is different from what he was using before. Leah raised her head and he stared at her for a while. “What is your name?” he asked her. “My Lord, I am Leah. Leah Brown.” She answered. I was surprised at her cool tone. She couldn’t say much.

Remembering why she have to use that name, it was part of her and Brylle’s plan. Flashback ‘So… what shall we do with your name?’ ‘I.. I can’t remember. Lea is the only thing that comes on my mind…’ Tapping his finger he asked ‘Is Lea your nickname or just your name? I mean Lea…ndra? Leannica? No that sounds off. Lea… leanne? Ahh lea…’ ‘Allea?’ ‘Is that you name?’ ‘I am not sure…’ ‘Well, let’s write it down first’

Leah looked at her friends. She took a deep breath when she saw the approving expressions on her friends' faces. "So, has it been decided that I am the chairman of the committee? So I have full rights to determine all of your duties," Leah's voice had started to get loud, just like a minister was giving a speech. "Yes, yes," Grace replied.

“Aren’t you happy with how I look?” Was he happy? He looked down at her. Leah’s glossy dark hair had been pulled back into a severe ponytail that revealed the perfection of her bone structure and her creamy skin. Silver earrings dangle against her long neck. A tight silver cuff coiled up her bare arm in the shape of a snake. She was a cold goddess. Breathtaking. Powerful. “You’ll do,” he said evenly. He yanked her toward the door.

Leah asked coldly as she pointed towards Mathew. "I...I...do-don't know what you're ta-talking about." She stuttered in fear. "Say that again." Leah threatened. "I....sorry. I'll talk.."