Leah Pronunciation Novels & Stories

Aldina pouted. "Then don’t let me disturb your fun." Leah cooed, making her way past me and towards the street beyond. "I hope it was worth it." She continues before disappearing. "What about Arabia?" Chloe suddenly asked. "Aren’t you going to..." "Come on!" Leah growled, pulling her along. "It doesn’t matter anymore." Arabia? Who was Arabia and why would someone with that name bother me? Something suddenly felt off, but I couldn’t move to catch Leah and have her tell me what was going on. Not with Aldina and Kelvin here to witness it.

“Excuse me?” “If you don’t like me being around the prince, you deal with it. It doesn’t concern me.” “Have you gone insane, Leah?” She shrugged. “Maybe. Just lay off my business, Caidyn. What I do should not bother you.” Did she just call me by my name? “Leah, if you do not wish to be sent to your sister in a pretty coffin, you better watch yourself.” She took a step closer. “Try me.” What the actual fuck?

"Are you Lila?" Leah’s voice sliced through the air, sharp as a blade. She held herself like royalty, a practiced sneer on her face. The years had been kind to her—smooth skin, an immaculate outfit. But there was something else, a kind of haughty confidence that had grown even stronger over the past six years. Ella looked up and gave her a small nod, choosing politeness over the urge to roll her eyes. “Ms. Leah,” she replied, her voice calm, unfazed.

There was one name that came to Liam's mind at the moment. "I think that boy would be the best mate for my daughter," Liam thought. *** "Leah, are you ready to go now?" asked Paul outside Leah's bedroom door. "Yes. In a minute," Leah half-shouted. She was almost done dressing up. Leah was beautiful in her evening gown. The knee-length grey dress with seven-centimetre high heels showed off her slender legs. Her petite, slim body and firm jawline went perfectly with her long, flowing hairdo.

Both their arms were folded across their chests as Alaria's frown and pout returned to her face and Leah's face was graced with the same expression. When he continued to look at them confusedly, Leah raised one of her eyebrows in question before sighing. “Kim, why would you call my baby Phina, small and tiny. She won you in the race, didn't she?”. She asked with a teasing smile. She's definitely going to be teasing him with that fact for a long long time. “That proves she's definitely big and she's no longer a baby, are you, sweetie?”. She turned to ask Alaria who shook her head vigorously.

Ghost: (low, almost to himself) “There it is.” Jason: (quiet, heart in his throat) “Yeah… there it is.” Leah wasn’t wearing a crown or dripping in diamonds. Her dress was simple, flowing, almost like the vineyard had woven it for her. Her smile wasn’t practiced—it was real. When she reached Jason, she leaned close and whispered. Leah: “You’re shaking.” Jason: (whispering back) “That’s your fault.” They both laughed quietly, and the officiant cleared his throat like he was about to speak. Jason cut him off.

“I told you I can’t—” A pause. Her eyes drift toward the window as if she’s watching something outside, but her phone stays pressed tight against her ear. She nods once. A slow, automatic movement. Then she whispers again, softer now: “No. Not like that. Please.” My stomach turns. The phrase is too familiar. Not like this. The words echo Livia’s voice, and the coincidence makes my skin prickle. Leah’s breath shakes. “I’m trying,” she murmurs. “But I can’t… I can’t hold it all.”

Lance said to her with a serious face. : Okay. Anna replied back. Then she looked at Leah who is eating. : Leah? Anna called her name. : Yes? Leah answered her call. She looked at her with a spoon stuffed in her mouth. : Eat first. I'll talk to your brother. Help Lector and Leo, okay? Anna asked her. : Oh... it's okay. I will. Leah replied to her. Her tone was reassuring that she can take care of it by herself. Then Anna nodded.

" Finally she finished her rambling and took a deep breath once again as she looked at Adrian for his response. Adrian seemed at loss for words even more so than before. He was probably processing all the words Leah spurted in less than a minute. It took him a few moments to process and when he did, he smirked. Then he smiled. At Leah. Not that I was complaining. Nope. Stupid hunger meter. "Oh, it's no problem, er... Ms..." he raised an eyebrow at her. Leah suddenly started blushing and stuttered her name, "Leah... L-Leah Brooks." Maybe she just recognized the person whom she was rambling to in my defense.

He stepped toward me with his hand reaching for my face. “Your eyes are a rare azure blue and stormy silver. Like a gem. It must be hard to go around with eyes like those, and hair with that tint in it.” He grabbed a strand of my hair, and looked at it. His face was in awe, but also had a hint of wonder. What was he thinking? “My name is Layla. What is yours?” I asked again, trying to get an answer. He was still looking at my hair. “Theodore..” He dropped my hair, and stepped back.