Leena Davis Novels & Stories

The thought of Davina being my Luna brought a very pleasing feeling to my chest. But I kept that thought aside first, as I needed to go check on her. I walked in, following her scent. She wasn't hard to find. I froze the moment I saw her. I could not exactly tell what I was expecting, but definitely not this. Davina stood in front of the bar where one of the prisoners was. A girl—Elena, I think, who was already crying and begging. She was holding my gun, and pointing it at her. "Little Rose..." My voice was calm. I wanted to know if she was having one of those horrible PTSD episodes. But she seemed fine. And her eyes were clear, focused.

Mark’s POV I stared in awe as Davina moved with gait around the showroom putting the attires together and taking pictures of them. When we got talking she let me know she was a fashion stylist. She works for a couple of celebrities. Creating outfits for fashion shows and photoshoots. I have seen the way she puts things together and it is super impressive. I have always known her to be resourceful which makes it a proud moment to see how much she is doing.

' 'Patty: I can wait for you, I can give you a back rub if you'd like. "Ugh take a hint child!" "Umm..." Leifs head shot up to see Davina, covered in a thin layer of sweat making her glisten, her chest rising as she took some deep breaths from her run, her cheeks flushed, her long hair pulled back in a ponytail showing off her facial features and neck beautifully, basically she looked like a glowing Goddess with glowing gray eyes with flecks of purple showing through. "Not you!" he instantly yelled, then shook his head while looking at his phone.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

“Do we, sweet girl?” “You’re bad,” Taylor chuckles, shaking her head. She glances around, searching for the teenager in question. “Where is Liv, anyways?” “With Jenna,” Serena answers, still looking down at Sadie and making faces at the child to get her to smile. “I like that girl, I think she’ll be a good influence,” Taylor says, making her way into the kitchen. “Better than Chase and his friends.” She glances back at Serena over her shoulder. “No offense.”

While walking to the kitchen, she came across Daven and she quickly shifted her gaze to the other side and continue walking. “You shouldn’t avoid me like this,” he said and that stopped her. Selena felt uncomfortable to talk while Lyla is here. "Are you not going to talk to me?" Daven asks and looks at Lyla. Understand that he wants her out, she left the place, leaving them alone. From the tone of his voice, she understood that it’s not the demon but Daven. "You came back, safely," she smiled. "Yes," Daven nodded seeing her dirty hands and coal on her hands.

I saw the color drain out of Adam's face and when I turned around, I didn't expect to see his ex-girlfriend standing there, all happy, smiling ear to ear. "Hi, um..." to be completely honest, I can't remember her name. "We haven't formally been introduced, I'm Eva." she stretched her hand to me. Why the hell is she acting so nice? She's the one who called me a slut at that party and now she's being all formal with me? "I'm having a pool party after school on Friday, kind of like a pre-prom get-together," I think I know where this is going, "You should come and you can invite anyone you want." there it is.

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

Doris nods, “It’s about my scandal. Do you perhaps have an idea who-” “Did the dirty work? Yeah. It’s that bitch Stella Davis. How she got the information, I don’t know, but it’s her, I see a hand of the Preston’s in it too.” Deloise leaned back, unsurprised at the information. If there was one person that hated her guts, it was Stella. At least someone is living up to expectations. She rolled her eyes at the thought of Aaron’s double standard life. “How are things with your mom?” Her breath caught at the mention of her mother. Of course she was going to ask. “How did things go down? I know it didn’t end prettily but-”

Something about that stuck with me. Maybe… maybe letters are the way to go. Raisel’s POV Hazel and Fiora were glued to the TV when I walked in, coffee mug in hand. The news was, of course, about Davina. Even free, she still clung to the media like a parasite, playing the victim while the world watched. A reporter pressed her: “Miss Davina Leony, you’ve been charged with labor trafficking and second-degree murder. What do you have to say about that?”