Leah Victoria Novels & Stories

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.