Leila Miami Horror Novels & Stories

"The whole Orders are in on this. You are all monsters." Her voice rose. " You killed Innocent children. And you dared to frame Damian for it, really?" "This is exactly why I shouldn't let you live," I declared, my tone devoid of empathy. Leah's eyes welled up with desperation as she dropped to her knees. "Please, don't kill me," she begged, her voice cracking with terror. "I can be useful to you," she implored, grasping for any shred of hope. " just spare my life, please"

“Cain won’t die. He will explain to them—” “You don’t even know where you shot him, damn it!” Mia’s sudden outburst made me flinch. My eyes widened. I had never seen her this angry before. “You don’t understand this world, Madam Leila,” she continued, frustration thick in her voice. “Those men are not your friends. Even Master Cain isn’t. He brought you here for fun.” “No,” I argued immediately, shaking my head. “He brought me here to investigate Tobias’s death. His twin.”

WE FOLLOWED THE DRAWINGS and walked in complete silence after what had been said. As much as we hated to admit it, Aiden was right: people who didn't know their full story should condemn no one. At the end of the wall of pictures was Illusion, or well, Isaac sitting cross-legged in front of two pictures: mine and Leon’s. Underneath Leon’s picture were the words, ‘The Nightmare Master claims he didn't kill them, but why can't I find them? I want to give them a home again. I don't know if they'll accept it, but I want to at least offer it.’

Leila Johnson thought surviving poverty was the hardest battle she'd ever fight. She was wrong. One night, a routine appointment ends in kidnapping, murder, and a dangerous offer from Chicago's most feared billionaire mafia kingpin, Zane Rogers. All she has to do is help him recover a stolen chip. One mission. One payment. One chance to change her life forever. But the deeper Leila falls into Zane's deadly world, the more she discovers that nobody can be trusted. Not the charming friend who always makes her laugh. Not the beautiful woman who suddenly appears. Not even the powerful man whose touch is becoming harder to resist. As betrayal after betrayal tears

It didn’t take a minute before it turned its back and started walking away. How creepy… Was that person stalking us? But why? Does it have to do something with our organization? “Surprise!” I almost jumped out of surprise when Sheila appeared behind us. She was showing off the purple cocktail dress she was wearing. “What do you think?” she asked and gasped when she looked at me. “Wow, Minerva. You look like a goddess! Are you Ms. Universe or something?” I just nodded and smiled, even though at the back of my mind, I was still thinking about the figure.

She warned and Liam scoffed in response. "Get lost," Liam said. Leila glared at him looking as dangerous as Liam and then turned to me. "You're just another prey," She said, her voice laced with hatred. For me? She doesn't even know me for god sake. I blinked at her feeling bewildered. Prey? Who's the prey? Giving Liam one last cold look Leila left, her heels making a sharp clicking noise on the marble floor. I was grateful she was gone. This was all so...crazy. I watched her and wondered what she was trying to say. Did she say prey...didn't she?

Leila woke up from her sleep— still feeling exhausted after having sex with Dominick. Surprisingly, she didn't meet him in bed when she woke up. Leila was disappointed that he didn't wait for her to wake up before he left her alone in bed. She managed to stand up and picked up her—now ripped clothes from the floor. Her eyes caught the bloodstains on the bed sheets. Knowing what happened between her and Dominick, Leila didn't mind any of that. She went to the wardrobe and managed to put on what she saw there. They only had a few dresses put out for her there. She wore the black shirt dress and left the room. Leila snuck downstairs without any of the bodyguards noticing her yet. She checked ar

“Why did you come back to the pack in the middle of the night, Leila?” Leila gave him a dry look, her arms crossed over her chest. “Because my home’s on fire.” I blinked. “Which home?” Leila rolled her eyes, “The only one that still has my name on it. I saw everything blowing up online.” Zarek’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean everything?” “I saw the videos, the beta and Luna stuff, Zarek what are you doing? You know how much Evelyn sacrificed for this pack.” Leila said but then Zarek’s gaze stopped her.

"No, poor Airburst, hurry up, or the innocents might be caught in the crossfire of those thugs." Leila, a young hacker dressed in a white T-shirt and shorts, is spying on the outside world using one of the AB satellite cameras she just hacked. "So are you, stupid donkeys. How could you guys deceive me? I hope you guys like the new gift I sent you." She mumbled. *clack* *clack* *clack*… ###### In the AB Intel room... "You spent half an hour talking to him. But he didn’t even open the door and chase you away. How rude of him."

"Elias, she’s so hungry." "She’s gone, Clara! That isn't her!" I shouted, though I wasn't sure who I was trying to convince. That was three nights ago. Since then, the haunting has turned aggressive. We tried to sleep in the living room, but the smell followed us—the cloying, sweet scent of lilies mixed with something sour and metallic. We found tiny, damp handprints on the glass of the television. They weren't made of dirt. They were gray, smudged traces of something that looked like ash and formaldehyde.