Leah Williamson Stories Novels & Stories

“Sure you ain’t a fan?” “We’re weaponizing predictability,” Leah said. “Everyone has tells. Hers are loyalty and shame.” “How poetic. And here I thought she was just another intern with good lighting.” Richard Hale was obviously not buying her importance. Leah’s gaze didn’t move. “Mock her. But she’s the reason every rumor you plant is dead on arrival.” Malcolm exhaled slowly, fingers tightening around his glass. “So we take her out as per your last request?”

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.

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.

Kylie whispered something on Hendrix before standing up. “Listen you all, as this might be the exciting part of the game for tonight. It is not hidden among you all that Leanna, my old friend, was my boyfriend’s girlfriend. They had lasted for a month, and that had been five months ago.” In my mind, I’ve given Kylie a couple of slaps for saying it blatantly. “I thought commanders shall give orders to the servant? Why is it that Kylie is speaking nonsense instead of commanding me to do whatever she pleases?”

Leah smiled and went to hug her. “You look like you didn’t sleep,” Cassandra said, eyeing her carefully. Leah sighed. “I didn’t.” Cassandra led her inside and poured her a cup of tea. They sat on the couch, the morning light drifting in through the curtains. “I had a nightmare,” Leah confessed. Cassandra’s eyes softened. “Tell me.” So Leah did. She told her everything—the shouting, the grabbing, the fear in Noah’s eyes, the pain in his voice. When she was done, Cassandra closed her eyes and breathed deeply.

“That’s… ambitious.” Celeste smiled. “So were you.” They spent the next hour brainstorming. Leah took notes furiously—ideas for curriculum, outreach strategies, funding models. By the end of the call, she felt exhilarated and terrified. Maria said, “You don’t have to do it all at once. Just take the next step.” Leah nodded. “I will.” The next step was gathering stories. She visited her original workshop students, now scattered across towns and cities. She sat with them in kitchens, classrooms, and cafés, asking questions, listening deeply, recording their words. She heard about heartbreak, triumph, fear, and joy. She heard about the moment they first felt seen.

I could only follow her as she continued to move through the aisles, selecting items with such care it felt like she was building a small, perfect world just for Nathaniel and Nathalie. We lingered over a shelf of storybooks next. Leah picked one up, flipping through the pages. “This one’s about a little bear who dreams of the stars,” she said, showing me the cover. “I used to love this story.” Her eyes sparkled with a faraway memory, and I found myself imagining her as a child, curled up under the blankets with wide-eyed wonder as someone read to her. The image stirred something warm in me. “Then we’ll get it,” I said. “I want them to have every story you love.”

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.”