Leah Roberts Novels & Stories

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.

“To our dear Willy of course-” “You wish!” Leah spat out. “Take another step and I'll make sure you regret it!” “By faking to be fragile and pitiful to earn Liam's sympathy?” Haley smiled. “What else can you do aside from that?” “So what?” Leah crossed her arms. “Don't underestimate what I can do. Not only Liam, I can turn the whole world against you if I wish! And you'll have no escape!” “Kindly take my advice and leave…” She added. “You’re a barren woman, yet you cling onto Liam for his wealth.”

At least not without a better solution to ending the war. Leah got up from her seat and headed to her room. She had a lot to think about. She knew one thing for sure: she didn't want to mate with Theodore Blackwell. Leah entered her room and went straight to the bathroom. Once showered and changed, she got into bed and promptly gave into exhaustion.

I asked for the letter, but Ryan refused, saying no one could see it, but he read it to me later on. "You can't keep living like this?" A voice snaps me from my thoughts. I look around Leo's room to find Leah holding a plate of steak. I lower my head to its previous position. "I'm happy that you've gone back to your basketball team even though Sarah doesn't seem too fond of the idea." She says as she walks towards me and sits next to my lying form. "I never understand why." I mutter, but she hears. "She loves you in her own way. She just doesn't like your decisions. She always saw his two sons would have these big jobs behind desks. Jake became this known engineer, and she thought that maybe

Aside the notable features that she and Logan share, like the pointed nose, round and sumptuous lips and brown eyes that lit up in the sun, and could suck you in when they give you an intense gaze, Leah was a model. She is not as tall as Logan, but she sure has been gifted with a good height and although slim waist, she has full hips and butt. When I first saw her, I envied her. And she talked way too much! I could pretend to be sleepy but Leah is a pushy person, and she would stop at nothing to get what she wants. “You will need to visit the stylist. I have a couple of magazines that will be using you and Logan as their front cover for full week after the wedding.

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.

“What the fuck?“ I whispered, fluttering my eyes close momentarily before opening them up again. I couldn’t believe the sight in front of me because it looked like a dream, it felt like so too. Paula and Robert both stared back at me as if they had just seen a ghost, and I was looking at them the same way too. Wasn’t it the same Alpha Robert that hated the sight of Paula’s guts? Then what the fuck was he doing on top of her? Why are they fucking behind my back while I went to make up with his cruel mother that hated my guts? “Leah.” Robert got up from the bed. He was stark naked, his huge and hard cock poking out of his crotch like a rod. He tried to put his erection into his briefs but it c

Just when I thought she was over it, she brought it up again and with Leo of all people? He paused midway and stared at her before giving me a cursory glance. "No." "How could you not? Her designs are fantastic!" Leah exclaimed. "They're nothing out of the ordinary. You don't have to exaggerate everything Leah." Her sister said, rolling her eyes as she did. Leah vehemently shook her head, "Don't listen to her Leo. I saw them myself. They are amazing!" "Oh, uh, that's nice I guess." He said with a shrug, eyes glued to his phone.

I wouldn't be able to do it alone. Leah Davis was definitely the opposite of me, looks part aside. While I was more of a go with the flow type girl, Leah was a planner. She had to know how the week was planned out as well as the weekend. She rarely did anything on a whim and was the most responsible person I've ever met. Along with how different our personalities were our physical appearance couldn't be farther apart. Leah with her long blonde hair and gorgeous baby blue eyes. She was so petite at 5'4. But one thing about Leah was never take her size for granted. She may be small but she is fierce.

She excitedly tells me, her strawberry blonde curls bouncing around her heart shaped face. Christine is really a lovely lady. She is short, probably barely five feet tall, and dainty. Her facial expressions are quite entertaining, her freckled nose crinkled up and it wouldn’t take an empath to tell that what she was thinking about was icky. Confused, I gawk at her. “Warrior?” I ask. “Yeah, Bobby Ray told me that Deputy Scott found your camera and there was a video of you kicking the shit out of those two guys.” She explains.