Lee Seha Novels & Stories

Everyone laughed as Lucifer smiled. "Layla Gehenna! Please, no I demand you treat her with respect as she will be your future leader!" Litith was using a serious tone, and all of the demons yelled in agreement. "Now! The meeting is over! Leave us!" Father commanded. I did not get a good look at the demons, because I was hiding my face in embarrassment. As father demanded them to leave, I notice one look at me with disdain as she walked out the room. She looked to be human... but she had the same completion as Sanguinex. It made me wonder if she was a vampire too.

Leela, overwhelmed by emotions, welled up in tears, touched by the love and care that Ameera and Haider extended to Sunena. Ameera, sensing Leela's emotions, approached her with a warm embrace. "Leela, you don't need to worry about anything. Sunena is just like Haider's younger sister now, and we will take care of her just as you took care of me," she assured, her voice filled with genuine reassurance.

Thus, even a great fighter would have a difficult time taking down a dragon in shifted form regardless of the species. Leah began shifting back to her human form. Theo had to admit, she looked incredibly sexy in her form fitting green dress, her hair styled in a fancy twist with a green clip to hold it in place. The back of her dress was low cut and the bottom of her dress stopped just below her knees. She looked sexy, yet elegant at the same time.

“Thanks for the food.” Soheila smiled at Sirene. Sirene smiled back. “No problem!” “By the way, Soheila, What's your attributes?” Hector asked Soheila as he saw that she's not busy anymore. “Me? Fire and Lighting, nothing special.” Soheila said calmly. “What? Nothing special?!” Sirene said emphasizing the word ‘nothing.’ “Yes, my attributes are not rare.” Soheila bluntly said.

the AI responds just before a brief pause. “Results indicate that the license plate number is one belonging to a Selena Stone. According to her Ohio driver’s license she is a twenty-nine-year-old African American female, black hair, brown eyes, six feet tall one hundred ninety-five pounds her birthday is November twelfth nineteen ninety-one, would you like me to continue?” the system blurts out in a calculating tone. “Mecca where is she located now?” I ask the AI all to desperate to find her. Selena, that was her name it was a kind sweet name it suited her.

“Come on. Everyone’s waiting.” As soon as Sheena stepped into the shooting area, the atmosphere changed instantly. The crew stopped talking, and some people whispered to each other. “That’s Hellena Catrine?” “Yes, she’s a top model now.” “No wonder all the big brands are fighting over her.” Sheena stood in the center of the set, took a breath, then looked at the camera. As soon as the lights came on, her expression turned professional. Every pose, every gaze, looked mature and full of confidence.

Ivanka pointed to Zehra. “You’re South Indian?” Nora asked. Seema looked surprised. “No. I’m Seema Singh, North Indian.” “Singh? So you’re...” “Yea, I’m Sikh,” “Really? You look healthy to me,” Zehra said and Seema laughed. “I’m not sick, I’m Sikh,” Ivanka looked at her like she was bonkers and Seema rolled her eyes. “What’s your full name?” she asked Zehra. “Zehra Mahmood.”

After the last time, it wouldn't be bad enough to say that we were more like friends now. Friends with benefits. I took his signal, closing up the large distance between us. He stood there looking all professional in his grey shorts and baseball hat- surrounded by a bunch of other people. "So here's our second lead actress!. Everyone, kindly welcome - Selene Woods" - he announced, watching my approaching figure. I straightened my black top as i bowed slightly, strands of hair falling over my face. "You know, i have heard about you before and watched some of your movies - i must say Selene, you're quite the talent".

I ordered, "I'll deal with your mistake." "She's hot though," the other man said, "I could use—" "That's enough." I shot him a glare, "just do what you've been told to do." "She's been down there for hours. You might as well feed her." A familiar voice spoke up making me sigh as I turned around, going face to face with Amelia Lance, a twenty-three year old woman who also happened to be one of my best Assassins. She wasn't bitchy and was quite nice.

Although she became more unconvinced of the woman's ratonality as she talked to her. The woman only laughed at her question. “The question is if it does exist.” Her features quickly straightened up and she became serious in an instant. “Actually, no matter how many times you travel around the world, you will never see the tree of Virsathen.” Ellaine was completely disappointed, “Is that so?”