Leah Roberts Novels & Stories

“Those pups are too strong. I hope rogues will not find them out any time soon Then… as if Scarlett’s words called the devil, I smelled danger before I saw the harbinger. Cassandra. She walked in without knocking, feeling proud as usual, her dress looking too fancy for the ‘dirty Omega quarters’ I was. Her sharp eyes were flipping around the room until they stopped on the cribs. “Well, well,” she asked, wearing a fake smile on her face. “I was hearing strange noises coming from the lowest rank’s room. What are you hiding in here, Annie?” I was short of words. I held Laman tighter, wishing he would not growl. “It is nothing that concerns you.” Cassandra stepped closer, sniffing the air. “Thes

She sighed. “Forget what?” Her gaze met mine, “Long story, how about a drink and we can talk?” She offers and I nod my head. We walked through the Lobby and into the bar where we sat at the small table by the window. This might not be the weather I wanted today but I'd have to admit I love the sound of rain hitting the glass. “Two daiquiris please,” The girl tells the waiter. “I'm Sabrina by the way,” “Whitney,”

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

Something is wrong, and I don't know if I'll like what I'm about to hear. "Sweetheart, our goddess has chosen you to be honored with the blessing of becoming our next lead warrior," Luna Christy explains. My mind becomes clouded as I turn my eye sight towards her. My eyes go wide in shock and my mouth gawked openly, "I, wait ....what?" I narrow my sight. The words barely escape in a whisper.

An odd collection of girls lined up the wall like a bunch of rejected mannequins in the warehouse. At the end of the training session, Margaret bopped over a big smile. Margaret is the main organizer at our club. She is in her late forties and a truly nice person -always smiling, even when people act like jerks. I don't get it. My theory is that Margaret is, in fact, an alien life form. Margaret counted the group of strays, checking names on her clipboard. "Yes! We've got almost enough for another team!" she gushed.

she said sarcastically, I laughed out loud and her sarcastic tone, she always had a way to crack me up and that was what I loved about her. " well servant Julia what do we have for today?" I asked finally wearing my shoes. " hmm we are cleaning the training field, Mrs Shaman said it's messed up I am sure it's the douchebag and his stupid friends that kept it that way" she said angrily, referring to the douchebag, it's Lucas, the Alpha's first son and the soon to be alpha, he was known for his recklessness and wickedness, he seizes every opportunity to make life a living hell for we the omegas and we didn't dare complain in order not to become a victim of his abuse.

Asked Amber as she led Leah toward the altar that she had set up. “Yes, Mom. I trust you one hundred percent.” Smiled Leah looking as regal as a queen. Her long black hair hung loose and to the middle of her back. She had a wreath of Jasmine upon her head, symbolizing beauty and love. She had just enough makeup on to make her slanted green eyes glow in the candlelight. She’d never looked more beautiful than that very moment and Amber wished that she could live in this moment forever.

Although she looked slightly older, she stayed in great shape, especially since she had curves in all the right places. "What do you think? She's pretty, right?" Leah chuckled menacingly. "She's okay…" I let out an awkward laugh. "But who is she, Leah?" "Herbert's wife, Yvonne Zelensky." "What?" I exclaimed in total shock. I finally realized what Leah was up to and wanted to back out. "Leah, I can't help you with this. So, I'll just head off now."

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.

At the base of the stone steps, he paused. “Inside,” he said quietly, without looking at her, “Robert will try to make you seem fragile.” “I know.” “Patricia will try to make you sound sharp enough to become unreliable.” “I know.” “If you want to leave, say one word.” Leah looked at his profile. Rain had darkened his hair slightly. His face was composed, the kind of composure Robert had probably taught him to wear and Daniel had turned into something sharper. But his voice held nothing of performance now.