Leila Williams Fifty Shades Darker Novels & Stories

David knew all along she loved him but the fact was that women always fell for his looks. They were all the same. He would shush her with money as he had always done to the likes of her. Surrendering her body to him was initially part of the rules. "This was fun to you?" Leila knew she had gotten it all wrong from the onset. She felt like she had been set up. It was as though a dark scale fell off her eyes. She could see through his deadly eyes. He wasn't even remorseful. He was enjoying it. She bit her lips so hard that it bled.

Leila only smiled as he left, she kept on focusing on the files, trying to sort it out when she was interrupted by Jones, she rolled her eyes, what was the woman doing on this floor when her desk was underneath the executive floor. “Leila, you are really a slut! You know that right?!” Jones screamed, attacked her with her words Leila just opened her mouth in surprise, she wanted to talk but she could not say anything. “You’re deaf and dumb now right? I always wondered how you always receive favors from everybody and it turns out you are banging the boss, someone that has a fiancée. You are a slut! Your video is everywhere. You and the boss making out in an elevator”

Some woman was in there and from the sound of Liam's voice, he doesn't sound very pleased to see her whoever she was. "Get the fuck out, you are done here Leila," Liam barked. I gasped. Leila, Leila Perkins was in here? Liam's ex-secretary. Then why was he so angry with her? What did she do? "You can't just get over with me like that," Leila growled. "I need compensation Liam," Compensation? For what?

“Well, if you do not, then we would like to make some suggestions, if you do not mind. Elder Patrick’s daughter, Leila, has been found to have Luna blood flowing in her, and she will make a suitable wife.” I cannot even speak as he says this. Yes, I know Leila Shade. She is a very smart and attractive young woman, having studied engineering. She has contributed to the technological aspects of the pack, but that doesn’t mean I want anything to do with her. This is a very crucial moment in the lives of both Kookie and me. It’s been two days since the news broke out, and she is practically living with my mother.

Amelia had cornered my mother at the lakeside. She spoke softly, "Mrs. Carden, do you know… Why I wanted to kill your daughter?" My mother's eyes bulged with fear as she turned. A thunderclap echoed in my mind. With a splash, Amelia pushed my mother into the lake. My mom struggled frantically. Alas, that place was deserted. It was the most forgotten corner of the hospital. Amelia stood by the shore, arms wrapped around herself, a glint of venom in her gaze. Her smile was wicked, each word dripping with satisfaction. "Why did your daughter have to steal the spot that was rightfully mine?

Suddenly her eyes welled up with tears like she recalled everything. Sitara instantly seated and looked around. Finally her gaze meeted mine. " y..you.....k...", her words stopped abruptly when I slapped her hard. I lost all my patience when I concluded the first thing that she is thinking about that low life after gaining conscious. I grabbed her hair and tug it behind harshly making her yelp in pain . " How dare you ", I growled making her shiver in fear. But my inner beast is unleashed . The fear that now she is feeling is not enough for her submission.

MAYBE SHE WOULD BE NICE ENOUGH AND SHARE THE RECIPE. Michael’s eyes darkened. He hated threats with every fiber of his being. Nevertheless, he hated spies the most. *** ZEE WAS ABOUT to open the door and step out onto the corridor when her phone buzzed with the notification of an SMS. Upon checking her phone screen, her eyes expanded with shock. She saw that it was not an SMS. Her screen was showing a plain white background. It displayed the words, THE LAST DARE IS LIFTED. The words were in black typesetting font and capital letters.

The maid’s hands twisted together, pale knuckles straining. “Dark Night isn’t for women like you. It isn’t even for most men. It’s blood and oaths and… punishment. The mafia's court. If Master Nathan finds out I even let you speak of it, I’ll be dead before dawn.” Leah’s heart kicked hard in her chest. Punishment. Blood. The words sent a chill racing down her spine, but also lit a dangerous spark of determination. “I won’t tell him it was you,” Leah promised, leaning closer. “Just show me where it happens. I need to see with my own eyes.”

I back her up until her spine hits the edge of the vanity, knocking a perfume bottle to the floor where it breaks. "You already have me, Lea," I say, my voice a deadly, quiet rasp. "I am standing here. I am playing your sick game. What else do you want?" Instead of looking scared, Lea's lips curl into a slow, seductive smile. She reaches up, running her manicured nails lightly across my bare chest. "I want you to get dressed and smile for the cameras, darling," she whispers, her breath ghosting over my jaw. "Because if you embarrass me tonight, your precious Tara will be spending the rest of her life in a ditch."

Leila is leaning casually against the polished hood of her sleek black SUV, looking entirely too immaculate for a woman standing in the middle of a muddy, fog-draped ravine. She is wearing pristine designer boots and a sharp blazer, completely unbothered by the wilderness. In her manicured hand, she dangles a small, black velvet-lined box. Her dark eyes sparkle with a very specific brand of mischief that usually precedes either a massive pack disaster or a full-scale revolution. "You boys look like you’ve been run through an industrial blender," she chirps, her amused gaze drifting over my torn, sweat-soaked workout gear and Valerius’s dirt-streaked face.