Leah Williamson Stories Novels & Stories

, he asked and Leila froze. Hendrik smiled broadly before walking out and closing the door behind him. No sooner had Hendrik left when Leila broke down on the floor in tears. She sat down on the floor, hugged her knees to her chest and cried her eyes out, she cried throughout the night. The next day, Leila laid awake in her bed as the sun began to stream into her rooms in rays. She rolled onto her side on the bed and listened to the morning sounds. She didn't want to get out of bed at all, she felt so tired and drained that she just wished she could lay in her bed all day. She wished she didn't have to deal with the hostility of the pack today but Leila knew this was not an option for her. S

“It’s more complicated than my stories.” The older woman stared at her for so long that she squirmed. “More complicated than your books? That’s something, since all your stories are twisty,” Leah said. A smile landed on Hana’s lips. Asides from her kid sister, Leah was the only one she allowed to read the words she bled into paper. She wasn’t ready to share her books with the world. Well, she was, but she couldn’t afford an editor or cover designer. “Give me a call when you get home, alright?” “I will, I promise.” They hugged over the counter, and Hana slowly let go of the woman. On some days, she felt closer to Leah than she did with her mother. “Bye-bye, Leah. Send my greetings to Gerard.”

This time, however, I could think of a few reasons why she would act the way she did. I knew she was stuck up on two things; Cassandra and my past. For whatever reason, Leah was obsessed with my past. Particularly my past with Cassandra, and that wasn't something I was willing to talk about. But would I spill the beans if that's what it came down to? If that was the only way to get her to come to me, would I tell her everything?

Leah and I give a bored yawn. "Come in?" Nodding, we all scuttled in. We don't even waste time. After being served tea and cookies and talking about random things, we get into the real deal. "Gina, you must have heard of the deaths," Leah began. "Henshaw and Mereba," "WillowPrivs never disappoints to update us on the latest gist." She said, looking dull. "I hated to see it. Fucking hated it. " "It's so strange," I said. "My mother, Henshaw and then Mereba."

He recalled and opened his eyes with an unexplainable expression. * *Liam's chamber* Liam was checking through his library for a book when Leilah entered. "What do you want?" Liam asked. "I want to give you this; I think you are looking for it." Leilah answered and hand him over the book. "Now you are messing with my stuffs huh?" Liam yelled. "I'm sorry, the Queen mother have written it on the rules book about the stories you love ready Every time and..." "Queen mother this, Queen mother that, tell me something, do you know everything?" Liam asked.

She’d looked at him today like he was a ghost, something she had buried deep and was surprised to see on the surface again. Leo ran a hand through his damp hair and sighed again. He had faced a lot in his career — from crashes to bad cars to being a second priority in a team, and he had triumphed through sheer tenacity and pure madness. Now, here was another hurdle for him. But this one was off track, and it was in the shape of a woman. She was the hardest puzzle he had ever come across, the hardest nut he had ever tried to crack. Faintly, he heard the trickle of her laughter floating from Sergio's cool-down room.

Billy asked indignantly. With her hands handcuffed, Leah disdainfully brushed aside the hair on her forehead and replied softly, "Yes, nothing happened between us that night." Billy's pale face, already drained due to his diarrhea, turned even paler as he murmured in disbelief, "Why me?" "Because you're a fool with money!" Leah boldly revealed her true intentions to Billy.

But I truly didn't know the truth. “I never had it authenticated,” I said aloud. “I was so desperate to believe it, I never questioned.” Eliana leaned forward. “Then we question now. Every lead. Every document. Every memory. If you’re going to stay, Leah, you need to own your story. Even if it breaks you.” I met her eyes, throat tightening. “Even if it breaks me,” I echoed. Later that night, The halls of the pack house were quiet as I walked it, with bare feet against the cold stone. I couldn’t sleep. The reports we’d gathered had only confused me more. Too many bloodlines. Too many variables. I felt like a myth wrapped in lies.

I snarled, watching a s fear flashed in her eyes. “I can just imagine how many times you must deceived me in the past with your fake tears, and I fell for it,” I hissed, immediate shame and guilt pouring through my pores. How had I been so blinded to her cunningness. Was she a pro, or was I just foolish in the past? Waiting for every opportunity to see the evil in whatever Leah did. “No…no, I swear Ethan. I never lied to you or deceived you. I’m telling the truth, William raped me,” she stammered, her voice filled with false pain.

I am sure that when I must come up with the other plan by next year, when she will be running for her political ambition, she would least expect it, and that would strike her the hard way. Now Mrs. Leah wasn't having it; she stood up in anger, maybe to match up with my energy as I had stood unmoved even while she barked like a dog. “Williams Archer or whatever you call yourself. Now that you have connected to the Jordan family through that daughter of a devil, Jasmine, you completely disregard me. Is that how cheap you could be? Only if I had seen this coming earlier, I would have shown you the other side of me.” “Leah Scott, I have to remind you again in case you have not known.