Leah Williamson Stories Novels & Stories

"She has all the maids wrapped around her fingers; the guards are little pawns in her game! Leah's eyes became clouded with tears. William opened his mouth to say something, but she wouldn't let him speak. "You talk so bravely, but I know you won't be able to stand against the woman who birthed us! That conniving woman…she killed my baby. She is the one causing me so much pain! The tears in Leah's eyes dropped, and she removed the hood concealing her face. She wanted to see the look on William's face, and she wasn't disappointed. He was dumbstruck… simply left for forwards.

the main female lead of our story, Leah Williams was crying because all she did these vacations was get bored. "Come on, my eardrums will blast with that horrific cry of yours," Mia yelled at Leah as she covered her ears with her hand. Mia Johnson aka Leah's best friend. "Come on, man. You got the chance to go on a trip while I on the other hand got bored in the house because my so-called parents were too busy to give me time for all these vacations." Leah said while turning through the pages of the book in front of her.

Leah stormed into the room where her brother, Austin, sat immersed in his thoughts. Her face twisted with a mixture of excitement and malice as she prepared to share the scandalous gossip she had heard. "Austin, you won't believe what I've just learned," she exclaimed, her voice filled with a triumphant edge. Austin looked up from his reverie, his brow furrowed in curiosity. "What is it, Leah? What has gotten you so worked up?" Leah took a seat across from Austin, a devious smirk playing on her lips. "It's about Liam and that wretched slave, Bloom."

I looked up. "What are you doing here?" I said. "I need a proper ending for my documentary," she said. She was already setting up her gear, and Ms. Never Give Up was back on the action. "What?" I gasped. "But there's not gonna be...I mean, what are you going to record?" "A true leader who leads by her example," she said with a smile. "Wait a minute," I said. "Charlotte..." Whoops, a ball flew at me and I caught it with my glove. I turned to find Olive smiling.

But Leah smiled serenely at the cameras, as if the world were her loyal audience. “I want to clear the air today with full honesty.” My stomach turned. Every time she said the word “honesty,” I wanted to scream. She took a breath, lowered her gaze for dramatic effect, then looked straight at the camera. “There is a woman who has made it her mission to tear this family apart.” I froze. “She manipulated Zane Blackwood,” Leah said, soft and sorrowful. “She preyed on his trauma and vulnerability.” My heart hammered in my chest.

The intensity of her stare demanded the truth, compelling Leah to reveal the truth. Leah knew that she wouldn't be making it out alive if Ashlyn got to know of everything. But of course, at this point, she won't be able to retreat as well. "Well, you know, let's not talk about this anymore. It will only be ruining our mood. I have this new collection of books. The book covers are so lovely. I have been waiting to show them to you for a long time," spoke out Leah with an awkward smile on her face as she tried to change the topic.

When will I get a break? “This is getting beyond ridiculous,” I say to Leah, who smiles but says nothing as I carry on ranting “Werewolves are not real, for god’s sake; they are just a fairy tale; what is wrong with these people? What kind of example are they setting for their children believing in these silly fantasy stories?” Leah seems upset as she whispers, “Yes, werewolves are nothing but silly stories.” she stands up and leaves me alone with my thoughts, and leaving me wondering if I have upset her; I forget that Leah is still a child, one that obviously still believes in fairytales herself

And yes, I may never get the chance. Leah smiled bitterly. - More as it appears. Doyle won't let you go, you can trust me. - What are you talking about? Sammy trembled again. - You don't know! Don't be naive, Samantha Wylie. Turning, Leah left, and Sammy sank exhausted onto the bench. Her head was spinning from what she heard, she needed time to digest everything. But it seemed to her that there would be no quiet moments in her life.

I said, trying to stall them. "Hmmm. I guess we'll just have to try." Leah smirked, giving Hayley a go ahead. Just as she tried to stab me with it, I stayed still and shut my eyes, anticipating the pain. I envisioned myself standing still in an empty void, everywhere white. I was ready, if this was how my story was to come to an end, that's fine.

Many of the works were about the theme of war times, which she hated, inherited from her grandfather, and sentimental love stories of the seventeenth-nineteenth centuries, adored by her late grandmother. Lost headlong in memories, Leah managed to grab the railing with an iron grip at the last moment when she slipped on a plastic bag thrown by someone. She hit her rib painfully, pressing herself against the handrail as hard as she could in an attempt to maintain her balance. Tears flowed from the eyes; it was as if a bullet had shot through the side. - Hey, are you okay? - Yuna called out to her worriedly. “Yes, everything is fine,” after a pause, Leah said in an even tone.