Leah Roberts Novels & Stories

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.

Wesley: "Wasn't it Tony?" Leah: "Who said it was Tony?" Leah stood up, a mysterious smile playing on her lips. "Looks like everything's wrapped up nicely. Since I'm still the lead actress, Director Brand, Producer Wood, I'll go take a look at the script first." With that, she walked out without a glance back, leaving the others in a state of bewilderment and awe. Outside the door, Leah closed her eyes briefly, exhaling a breath of relief. Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction. So, this was what it felt like to be a big shot. Pretty satisfying.

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.

Leah faced Robert. “I am not distressed.” Robert smiled with fatherly patience. “Most distressed people do not know when they are.” Daniel’s jaw hardened. Leah held her tone steady. “Then you must be careful, Mr. Cole. If you decide my state of mind before I speak, you may accidentally prove exactly why these records matter.” Bellamy looked up. Julian’s eyes widened slightly. Patricia’s expression cooled. Robert’s smile faded. For the first time, Leah felt the room hear her not as a fragile bride, not as a borrowed name, not as a woman who had stumbled into danger behind Daniel, but as someone who understood the method well enough to describe it while standing inside it.

Then he set down the handheld device and looked back at Leah, immediately sensing that she was not okay. “That…. bastard. Robert put her in danger. And he did it deliberately,” Leah was seething, so angry she was shaking and on the verge of tears. “He made the copies of his own free will, and he knew what he was doing was dangerous, and then he purposely hid them in something he gave to her?” She glanced up at Larry and saw the understanding and the empathy shining back at her in his eyes, and she began to cry. “Why would he do that? I thought he cared about her. You don’t do stuff like that to somebody you care about.”