Leah Remini Images Novels & Stories

I turned to follow their gaze, and my eyes widened when I saw her - a striking figure in a black gown that exquisitely accentuated her curves. Her hair was styled in loose curls, cascading effortlessly down her shoulders, and her piercing eyes captivated everyone in the room. She was wearing a black mask, lending an air of mystery to her appearance. I found myself staring at her, trying to remember where I had seen her before. Marion, my assistant, walked closer to me and whispered, "Ma'am, that's Leah." I scoffed in disbelief. "Leah? That can't be... After she was framed, she never left her house."

Grandma Amelia replied. * Leilah was done dressing up, she looked very gorgeous, no words can be used to describe her, she looked like a mini Moon goddess. Her dress was a silver gown with a touch of sky blue on it, her hair was tied in a bun leaving some few strands which was rolled down to her neck. Her make up sit perfectly on her face, she looked amazing. Prince Aisen and Liam came to get her since she has no female friend. They were stunned to see her.

If you would excuse the fact that there were now banners, each holding Irina's face hanging off every commercial, high rise building. Her kind smile that seemed to dazzle in the brightest ways, the soft gaze in her eyes and the halo that wrapped around her - She looked like an angel. An angel that's been haunting me in my dreams for a long time. "Hey, is that Irina?" - Rachel smiled, pointing at one of the digital screens where Irina posed gracefully for a perfume advert. "She looks so pretty. She's really raised the bar for you, Selene. You've got a long way to go." - She nodded, appraising Irina's features with a look of satisfaction.

I raked my fingers through the crimson strands of my hair and I smiled, remembering how Aiden had said my hair was the most beautiful he had ever seen. "You're smiling this way. I guess you sneaked out to see Aiden." Leah whispered into my ear and I flinched. I didn't know when she left the bed to stand by me. "Holy shit, Leah." I held my chest. "You scared me." Leah shrugged, her eyes on my big mirror as she played with her shoulder-length brown hair. She began to pose for the mirror, twisting her lithe figure as she did different posing styles. I shook my head.

"I think it's time for everyone to start telling what they know. We can no longer afford to keep secrets. We need to pull together in order to keep Remi, the babies, and Kallista safe. I told you all that I knew Mace was still alive. We all know Savannah claimed Aiden was the father of her baby. What I didn't say was that she had a large deposit made into her bank account ten minutes after the text was sent. Then another deposit sent when he went to her house. Not only was she feed information on Aiden and Remi. She was paid to break them up. Or at least it seems that way. We tried to trace where the money came from, but it was a no go. We got a lead last week; on who was stalking Remi. A te

Leah pasted one more sheet of paper on the wall. She sighed as she ran her fingers down the picture. In it was Olivia. The picture taken on her 18th birthday. Leah knew that she should have used a more recent photo, but then, Olivia hardly ever took pictures. She just had to make do with what was available. Moreover, Olivia never seemed to age.

She was curious, so she looked for a way to open it. She was surprised by what she saw in the box, full of photos of a woman with her husband Louie. She looked back at what was written. Leah Roa is the listed name. Who is Leah Roa? Her last name is her husband Louie? Her chest was pounding loudly. Her head suddenly ached, she fell and her head was twisted into a tree that was placed there.

The idea came uninvited. Unwanted. I pushed it away immediately, but it didn’t leave. It lingered. Annoyingly persistent. Because the truth was standing right in front of me, wrapped in silver and moonlight, looking like she had always belonged in a place like this. Leah. She looked… beautiful. Not just in the way men describe beauty. Not just something pleasing to the eye. No. She looked powerful. Commanding. Like something meant to be seen, not hidden. My gaze dropped briefly to the gown.

I looked up from the floor and saw the beautiful brunette from the pictures. "Luna, this is Channing. She has just joined the pack," Allen announced. I saw her nod, then they both kinda zoned out. Probably mind linking. She gasped and quickly kneeled down to me. "What are you doing Lainee?" I heard a muffled voice in the room question. Luna, or Lainee stood up. "I'm kneeling before a warrior wolf. The Alpha of the Black Moon Warriors," she replied awestruck. Before I could even say anything a girl with black hair like Allen's popped out of the room looked at me before bowing like her Luna.

Eleanor’s POV As I stepped into the room, my eyes were immediately drawn to Leila. Her beauty was undeniable, like something carved from the moon itself. The silver-grey waves of her hair cascaded down her back, shining softly in the dim light. Her eyes, too, were striking—piercing blue, radiating both warmth and quiet confidence. At that moment, they seemed to spark with an understanding, as if they could see right through me. Her lips, full and inviting, curved into a gentle, knowing smile that made my heart flutter uncontrollably. And though her frame was slight, Leila carried herself with a serene but unmistakable aura of strength.