Leah Williamson Stories Novels & Stories

"Hehe~" Suddenly, a light laughter came from the side. The two turned their heads and saw Leah sitting there, chin in hand, bursting into laughter. Sensing their gaze, she lifted her head and glanced at them. "Sorry about that, I was reading a funny part in my comic. Did I disturb you?" "No worries, what comic were you reading?" Lily casually asked. "Oh, this one," Leah tilted her head, her beautiful eyes narrowed, her eyebrows curved. "It's a dark fairy tale about a fox disguised as a human, always pretending to be weak and deceiving others, and then..."

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

Her beautiful grey orbs staring at them with a resolve that only fueled their frustration. “Then if that’s what you think, I believe there’s no reason for me to stay here.” They had wanted to ask her questions, to clear their doubts. but it was clear Leah had no intention of providing answers. They could only watch helplessly as she walked away, leaving them with their doubts and the hope that the investigation would soon provide them the answers they needed. They wanted to find an opportunity to see her again. But Hudson and Brixton didn’t expect to see her at a bar with another man. The sight stirred raging emotions in their chest that their wolves were taking over. But then seeing her bei

Clara, one of the few maids I’d grown somewhat close to, was looking at me with concern. “You’ve been spacing out a lot lately,” she said, tilting her head. “And those dark circles under your eyes… Are you sleeping at all?” “Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, forcing a weak smile and looking away. How could I possibly explain that I was up half the night touching myself while listening to Lord Blackwood fuck other women? That I wished with every fiber of my being that it was my pussy he was pounding instead? “Not used to the work here yet?” she asked gently.

Especially Mallory, who thinks she can threaten me with some cheap, gossiping secret. Davey's smile faltered for a fraction of a second, his expression turning brittle. "What secret?" Leah shrugged, distracted by her own victory. "She’s been blathering on about something from years ago, things that don't even exist. She’s desperate." Leah straightened her posture, her eyes darting away. "It’s nothing, Davey. Ignore those morons. People like that love to weave fables to stay relevant." She pivoted, the triumphant mask sliding back into place as she leaned toward her son. "So, tell me. When is my grandchild coming over? I have so much to show her."

Liam shot her a look so cold that she froze, mid-sentence, and her next words spilled out in a panicked stammer, "Wh…wha…what are you trying to do? I'm warning you, Liam, that you're standing right in my territory! This is not someplace where you would want to declare war against us!" Leah had grown up the apple of her family's eye, and her privileged treatment had extended to her in-laws, the Walkers in Drunham City. Therefore, she always had people bending themselves backward for her every need, and this was her first time ever meeting someone who intimidated her. The way Liam looked at her sent chills down her spine, like how she would if she were standing by the shore, staring at a bustl

"I don't understand why Leah has to be left there. Throughout her life, she only devoted herself to studying medicine to help us, but this is what you repay her?" "Shut up, Damon! The Nightwalker had nurtured her enough! After all, she shouldn't be here because of her parents," Uncle William grabbed Damon by the collar, but Damon didn't show any anger towards him. "William, stop!" "Luna!" I shouted angrily. She looked at me with concern, but I just ignored her. I am angry with their decision. Damon is right. All of Leah's life, she has only studied treatment. She cares a lot about the members of the Nightwalkers, but that's not what we got back.

“No. Leave me.” When she was alone again, Leah sat at her father’s desk. She looked around the room, at the old books, the heavy chair, the scent of his cologne still hanging in the air. For a moment, her expression softened. She touched the desk gently. “You promised to make me Luna someday,” she whispered. “I’ll do it myself now, even if you almost broke that promise by trying to marry someone.” Her mind drifted briefly to Doria Welsh. She imagined her walking into the pack with her father’s body still cold, acting as though she belonged there. Leah’s jaw tightened. “She will never take this from me,” she said aloud. “Never.”

Westbridge’s new verification request sits on Elaine’s screen like a hand placed quietly over someone’s mouth. For several seconds, no one in the study speaks. Leah keeps her face still because stillness is the only thing she can safely offer the room. Her hands rest in her lap, one folded over the other, but beneath the top hand, her fingers have gone cold. She does not say Helen’s name. She does not say Noah’s. She does not say that Westbridge is no longer an archive route or an administrative pattern to her, but a real hallway, a real bed, a real woman whose care can be turned into leverage by anyone with the right wording and a clean signature.

Since Liam returned home, he hadn't set eyes on the maid. So he guessed Leah went out with her. Why then did she come back alone? Standing up, Leah wiped her tears. In a hoarse voice, she explained, “At the salon, Haley snatched her. I tried to stop her, but she insisted on following Haley.” Haley again! Liam sighed helplessly. He drew Leah into his embrace. “It's okay, no more crying.” Lifting her head, Leah looked at him and sobbed. “I look ugly now, Will.”