Leah Victoria Novels & Stories

I stammer, heaving. Please don't, I am nothing special, just Violet, a suicidal woman, a sad pathetic mess, a lying mess, a stupid mess, a mess that is riddles in panic attacks, Celia doesn't have to carry the burden of carrying my name, she is innocent and I will taint her. "I am sorry, Lia, I have to go." I say, getting up, ending the call, then run, I run as fast as I can. I run faster in hopes that I will be able to outrun the fact that I do not want Celia and Blu having my name because I might not be there to watch them grow, it will really suck having a dead woman's name.

I glanced up, my heart thumping at the unexpected hesitation in her eyes. “Well,” Helena said slowly, choosing her words with caution. “Luna Claire is perfectly healthy, but…” “But what?” Liam’s voice sharpened with frustration. Helena took a deep breath. “Our Luna is with child, alpha.” My blood turned to ice. No, this can't be. Liam hasn't been touching me for months. Unless… no!

Cause she was going to be alone with her uncle. "I can't wait to have you as dinner to night baby." He said with a smirk on his lips" "I hate you". Chantelle said. He slaps Chantelle leaving her shocked and stunned. But she's also filled with anger, and she's tired of being mistreated. She decides that she's not going to take it anymore. She looks her uncle in the eyes and says, "I'm not going to let you treat me like this anymore. I'm not going to let you control my life. I'm going to do what I want to do, and I'm going to make something of myself." They were interrupted by the guests coming in the house and Chantelle decided to go to her room because she wasn't allowed to the party.

She looked like peace personified but inside she was watching,calculating,looking for any loopholes that could bring her a step closer to burning their kingdom to the ground. “Morning.” She forced a sheepish smile while she poured herself a glass of water. Victoria, who was already seated at a table sipping latte while scrolling through her phone, looked up slowly, scanning Leah with a sharpness that was quite unsettling. “You're up early.” Leah took a swig of her water. “Couldn't sleep, baby's been kicking a lot these days.” Victoria tilted her head, the corner of her lip curling upward “Oh that sucks,it must be tough.”

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.

Leah, on the other hand, was merely five feet tall, had just graduated late from high school, and had a human slave for a father and a deserted warrior for a mother. "I thought we would run behind Clara in the ceremonial run soon… If I knew, even my Solane was..." Before Luna Vivienne finished her sentence, she was hit on the hand by Luna Camile. Luna Vivienne’s smile suddenly disappeared. She looked to Clara with pity, who blushed, seeming embarrassed. Everyone’s eyes fell on Leah, who was eating the refreshments elegantly as if the remarks had nothing to do with her. It wasn’t that Leah had thick skin; she was just used to people rubbing her husband and his childhood sweetheart’s tragic lo

Leah , having freshened up during the private flight from London, exuded allure with her dark, glossy hair cascading past her bare shoulders. In a vibrant red jersey dress, she showcased the top curve of her breasts beneath spaghetti straps, and the dress flirted daringly above her creamy thighs. Lipstick matching the dress adorned her lips, and her slender legs culminated in sharp black stiletto heels, creating an irresistible image that captivated those around her.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

The idea came uninvited. Unwanted. I pushed it away immediately, but it didn’t leave. It lingered. Annoyingly persistent. Because the truth was standing right in front of me, wrapped in silver and moonlight, looking like she had always belonged in a place like this. Leah. She looked… beautiful. Not just in the way men describe beauty. Not just something pleasing to the eye. No. She looked powerful. Commanding. Like something meant to be seen, not hidden. My gaze dropped briefly to the gown.