Novel & Cerita Leah Reynolds

She cackled and intentionally stepped on my feet. I groaned in pain and managed to stand up. “Alpha finally dumped her for me, and now she's salty,” Tracy spat out. “Brianna, you have to see her face when he rejected her. What a silly goof!” She hissed. Brianna shrieked excitedly, flashing her hands in the air. “Wow, Lena, you are really done for. You can't keep a man, you lost your mom, and your father couldn't even live long enough to take care of us. You must be bad luck,"

'Wait, what? She let out a questioning voice and made a confused expression. Chandler raised an eyebrow. This was not the time to be thinking about being the recipient to an unrequited attraction but her drunk mind was already picturing long fingers slide down and settle at her waist. The feeling had not yet subsided and she reluctantly kept on thinking of Levi, despite having a famous, well off, well built man with a double life who might pose a threat to her plans right in front of her. Chander's sudden interruption brought her back.

As soon as the cameraman stops filming, a very tall, dark woman appears out of nowhere, with a white bathrobe for Leah. Ryan walks over to me and hands me a towel to wipe off the sweat, then slaps me on the shoulder. “Very good,” he says urgently. “You managed to survive Leah Red,” he says almost in a whisper, a sly smile peeking across his lips. “Ten more scenes with her and you can forget about a few debts and take a well-deserved vacation.” I look at him with the face of few friends.

She needed to make Damon think she was too eager to remove Amoux from her life. “D-Damon, you are right. I can't believe that I didn't believe you!” Leah finally acted. Her eyes were moist, and she pushed Damon away from her. “I want to be alone, Damon. I don't have anything anymore. I'm the useless Omega again.” Her voice cracked.

But there was nothing kind about her face now. Leah stood there calmly in black heels and a fitted dark outfit, her arms folded neatly across her chest as she looked down at Calla. A slow smile spread across her lips. “Well,” she said softly, almost amused. “You look worse than I imagined.” Calla stared at her like her brain refused to process what she was seeing. “You…” she whispered in disbelief. Leah tilted her head slightly. “Me.” Shock slowly turned into anger inside Calla’s chest. “You’re working for him?!” she asked firmly.

Stasia was totally on her side and thought their tricky plan to control Liam and keep Bloom out of things was working great. When Leah got back to her room in the big palace, she felt powerful. She knew she was going to marry Liam and become the Luna, the leader's wife. But her good feeling didn't last long because as she was getting ready for a big event, she found something that made her feel terrible. While searching for clothes, she found a journal, an old one with yellow pages. It had Liam's name on it. Leah couldn't help but open it up to see what was inside.

It’s not the worst thing entering with five alpha types, though- rather than having to fight through the crowd, it parts like the red sea to let us through. The girls are I attract a lot of attention as we pass, but given who we’re with, nobody allows their gaze to linger for too long. The five of us got ready together this evening and we’re all dressed to kill in short skirts or dresses and sky-high heels. I’m wearing the black leather miniskirt that Quinn was so fond of, paired with a white ribbed tank top and a pair of black ankle booties. My hair’s down, crimped into waves, and Fallon went heavy on my eye makeup. The whole look is finished off with bright red lipstick, and I must look da

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

"Scarlett." ******

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.