Leah Twilight Novels & Stories

Except Leah. Leah, the golden girl. The adopted daughter who had been the star of the show her whole life. The one who could do no wrong. Leah was eighteen, and even at eighteen she was the most popular girl in school, the most sought-after, the best at everything she tried. Straight-A student. Beautiful. Graceful. Sexy as hell. It always seemed like Leah's life was perfect, while Shylie's own existence was just something left to follow in Leah's wake. "Good morning, Shylie." The older sister spoke up, the blonde's voice as bright and inauthentic as the sun.

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On the other hand, Dustine's life never been so wonderful there's always fighting and chaos everywhere he looked but because of Dawn and their kids, Solana and Kiran which means 'sunshine' and 'ray of light', they're indeed the brightest gift for them even though they preferred hiding in darkness. Darkness where they found each other's comfort and hide the identity that in reality won't ever be accepted and remain as fantasy. They were once afraid of light and always will be, but if it's the light that gave for them they will never want to hide in the darkness of pain, silence and fear. They wanted to be sought by Solana and Kiran's light forever and conquer the darkness that pushed them int

"Chad, at least use some logic when making up a story, okay? Leah is just a loser who fawns over male werewolves all day. What does she know about the pack war? Protecting evidence? She's lucky not to have been tricked into becoming a breeding machine!" She walked to Timothy, affectionately taking his arm. Her tone was utterly sarcastic. "Timothy, don't be fooled by him. Don't you know what kind of werewolf Leah is? All she knows is clinging to you. To say she died protecting the pack is a complete joke! I think she stole this crystal from some random male werewolf, and they couldn't divide it properly. That's why she was dismembered!" Every word she spoke struck Timothy like a hammer.

I scolded and pulled her away from Antonia. "You're just meeting for the first time!" I added. "That doesn't matter. She's going to be your wife soon, and we should get to know each other," She pouted and returned to holding Antonia. Leah always acted childish because she was the youngest of the four Lycan offsprings in my family. She was seventeen and still in high school. We had spoiled her so much because she didn't spend time with Father like the rest of us. But I was starting to regret how much we had spoiled her.

Her attention had moved beyond the lobby, past the polished floors and the elevators, toward the corridors she knew existed somewhere deeper in the building. She did not look for Helen. She did not. She would not. Daniel’s hand came near her back. Still not touching. A quiet line of warmth through the air. Leah breathed. Then she smiled the careful smile of a woman expected to be seen. Westbridge opened before her in white corridors and polished glass. Somewhere inside, her mother was breathing. And Leah had to enter as Olivia Cole.

When the supreme leader noticed her appearance. "So, you're the girl with the great power?" Liam asked for confirmation. Leah was terrified of being approached by Liam. A mature man who was around 40 for a normal human. Leah's imagination was like that. However, in fact Liam's age was much older than Leah thought. It could reach hundreds of years. "Why aren't you answering my questions?" Liam urged Leah. "I'm sorry. I don't understand what you mean," Leah denied. "I don't have superpowers like you said I did."

Her hoodie covered her completely, but underneath she wore a black two-piece she hadn’t dared reveal yet. Liam leaned down. “I’m gonna go find Carter and grab us drinks, alright? You good?” She nodded, offering a small smile. “I’ll stay here.” He brushed a hand down her arm before vanishing into the crowd. Left alone near the edge of the patio, Leah pulled her hoodie sleeves over her hands and tried not to shrink completely. People were laughing, dancing, pressing together. She was invisible here. And maybe that was better. Until she wasn’t. Victoria spotted her from across the pool.

Regis Nightshade is an endless frustration, a reckless chaos-causer of a person whom I have a natural dislike for. Jakob Greaves is slightly better. He is focused and practical, someone I can respect on a basic level, though his strength is not on my level, so I do not view him as an equal. My reason for letting Leah onto the team list was simple. I needed a counter-strategy. I knew the other Harvest Moon girl, the quiet one who always hangs around Asher, had a deep knowledge of herbs and field poisons. I needed someone on my team who could handle that specific problem.

The call ended, and I leaned against the wall of my office, the phone still in my hand, my mind spinning. Leah wasn't Anton's biological sister. She was an orphan, found at the edge of their territory, with a birthmark that had made her adoptive father warn Anton to protect her at all costs. And she had power that defied explanation. What was she? My beast stirred, restless and possessive, and I felt that pull again, that humming connection that had sparked between us earlier. I was fairly certain she was my mate. Everything about her called to me in ways I couldn't ignore, couldn't deny. The way my beast settled around her, the way my touch had accelerated her healing, the way I couldn't st