Leila Williams Fifty Shades Darker Novels & Stories

Levi is just a ghost who will eventually be wooed away to step back. I didn’t know she had to suffer, a lot but all I could see, I wanted to see, was a bright future with me and her. So, I wanted to let go of it… all of it and never look back. And things are going my way, just as I wanted, Levi is dead and I am with her… There will be no, Mayhem of our love. . . . And we will live happily... Ever... After...

“What are you doing, Kieran? Stop it… Look at him.” “I have no place for traitors, Leila. Watch closely.” If she was the one who leaked the data, watching this would shatter whatever fight she had left. If she wasn’t… Well, at least she would learn what happens to those who cross the Black Rose. Leila’s breath hitched beside me. Her hands covering her mouth. The sight was engraved into her core, traumatizing her. Eyes widened, clouded with pure fear, tears spilling slowly. Gasping each time he was tortured.

Tonight marked the beginning of the first subtle fracture. Lila was young, barely sixteen, and desperate to prove herself. She moved through the house with nervous grace, careful not to draw attention, naive enough to trust kindness when it was offered. That innocence made her useful. Sudan found her in the kitchen, arranging silverware for the following morning, humming softly under her breath. She looked up when he approached, eyes wide but polite. “Lila,” he said quietly, leaning against the counter with practiced ease. “Working late?”

"Leila, you don't have to do this." But Leila's eyes found his across the room, and the look she gave him was one of such calm power that it made his wolf whimper in submission. "Actually," Leila said clearly, her voice carrying to every corner of the ballroom, "I do." She closed her eyes for a moment, and when they opened again, they were no longer brown. They were pure, brilliant silver. The same eyes that had glowed when she rejected Adrian. But now, they blazed with ancient power that made the very air tremble.

“And right now, I want both of you.” The air crackled with a new, dangerous energy. David stood, paralyzed, watching his boyfriend’s resistance melt under the touch of the woman who had just blackmailed him. This was a disaster. This was also the most electric, forbidden thing he’d ever witnessed. “You want to punish him, Michael?” Leila whispered, her fingers working his zipper down. “Punish him by taking what’s his. Fuck me while he watches. Make him see what he’s been missing.”

Daniel shrugs as though it’s completely normal behavior. “I can imagine you two featuring in a BDSM article for sure.” Jake laughs, and Daniel’s raised eyebrow and smirk makes me think that maybe Jake isn’t that far wrong. I really don’t want to think of the weird crazy things these two get up to; knowing Hunter’s reputation in the past I’m guessing Leila must be equally wild to keep him on his toes. “I need to punish him for all his wrongs,” Leila cuts in clicking her fingers, “Daniel come.” She glares at him from the passenger seat and he inclines his head at her.

Eleanor’s POV As I stepped into the room, my eyes were immediately drawn to Leila. Her beauty was undeniable, like something carved from the moon itself. The silver-grey waves of her hair cascaded down her back, shining softly in the dim light. Her eyes, too, were striking—piercing blue, radiating both warmth and quiet confidence. At that moment, they seemed to spark with an understanding, as if they could see right through me. Her lips, full and inviting, curved into a gentle, knowing smile that made my heart flutter uncontrollably. And though her frame was slight, Leila carried herself with a serene but unmistakable aura of strength.

Leila was inside the bathroom, washing the stains of wine off her dress, she was furious about Shantelle's actions towards her, Leila wanted to pay her back but she needed to make a perfect plan for it. She could tell that Dominick was into that Woman— even though she didn't know their relationship. From what she observed, Shantelle is the woman he would replace her with for tomorrow's mission. She wouldn't let him do such. Leila had just finished washing off the stains, it could barely come out of her dress but then, she had to go out. She didn't want to leave Dominick and that woman alone.

Leen allowed the tears in her eyes to flow freely she couldn't even think right again and she kept wondering why Lindsey would sit still doing nothing while the Winslow family punish her. "We would take our leave now," Georgina said standing up, she stared at Leen sizing her up for a while before she left with Thalia. Leen kept screaming their name begging them but they didn't even bother to spare her a glimpse, the police came in almost immediately after they left and dragged Leen back to her cell.

In order to hide her marks, she wore a gown that covered her neck and had frills around it. “Yes, my Lady,” said Zaila. “I will ask for his permission.” --- It had been a week since his encounter with Ilaria and he had not been able to sleep well. The moment he closed his eyes, she was grinding her body against him, licking him, kissing him, fucking him in her mouth, or simply sleeping over him. His dreams were so erotic and intense that he had become a prisoner of his dreams. He would pleasure himself only to get another erection.