Novel & Cerita Leona Kingscholar

They were brutally using her as a chess piece to forge whatever political alliances they desired. “Leona is sweet and kind,” Skoll barked in my mind. “How would you know?” I chuckled internally. “A wolf trusts his instincts. We see past the illusions you humans try to project. Leona’s fierce exterior is just a shield. Behind the mask, she is still that little girl looking for validation and love.” “Skoll, since when did you become a philosopher and speak in poetry?” “Since you, idiot, chose to spend your time sighing over a mate who left you, completely blind to the gold right in front of your nose.”

Leona responded, her voice still normal but her smile grew cold. "You remember how to say the curse correctly?" "Yes mistress." "Then be ready." She said and disappeared. No sooner had she disappeared, one of the servants, a male, ran into the servants quarters. "You are being summoned by the King." He told Leona. Nodding her head, she left for the throne room with the male servant trailing behind her. Opening the large Oak door that leads to the throne room, she saw King Henry, his wife Lucia, Lillian, Kate and Willow. Some dragon warriors came into the throne after her and stood behind her.

Leah Sullivan had never wanted to slap someone so bad! She sat in one of the two black leather armchairs across from her father’s large mahogany desk, and stared at her father, King Marcus. The only outward sign that she was anything other than the calm, unaffected facade she presented was a slightly raised eyebrow.

Miranda chattered endlessly while Rina just listened, the hint of a smile tugging at her lips. Leona watched it all from the porch, sipping her tea. “I don't think she will run,” she said. “Not yet.” “She’s anchoring,” I whispered. Leona nodded once. “We’ve all been drifting for too long.” --- That evening, I found Leona finishing her notes in the corner office we now shared—well, tolerated sharing. “You still hate paperwork,” I teased. She grunted. “Hate is generous, give me another word worse than that.”

She peeked from the window again; Damon was talking to one of his men. George began, "Leona was Greta's granddaughter; I think her mother ran away when she gave birth; some say she died; I don't know which." Oh then. It was about Leona—the name of his bar. "Go on," she urged him impatiently. "Leona grew up in the manor in Calabria; she was like family to them; Donna Laura loved her so much, all because she got along with Don Derinem so well. Who wouldn't? Don Damon was an aggressive horse even at a young age."

a even earlier than Asher Jean had them up and running laps. It turned out that Leon and his team had returned to the village yesterday afternoon with Helena and her assistant. Helena had been named the new Head of Knight Association, the reason that Leon was sulking before he declared that he would take that hat from her in a few years, and her first order of business was dealing with the High Knight selection exams promotion.

This man was Regaleon de Leon the Alpha king of Northcrest kingdom. Flashes of images of the girl he met the other day during his stay in Carven Kingdom appeared in his mind.since he met her,he couldn't stop thinking about her,he didn't know why he was attracted to her.he had investigated about her and he found out that her name was Andronika the last princess of Carvern kingdom. His lips curved into a smile,he couldn't wait to have her.

he continued with a gentle tone and slight bow. I sat at the edge of my bed and rested my hand on my knees. He wasn't wrong, it was his job to support and advice me. Feeling frustrated about his take on Lena felt somewhat selfish but he couldn't understand what I was feeling inside, what I wanted them to see even if they were going to stand against it. “She comes from a pack we've been fighting for generations. Alpha Dominic is literally the alpha of her pack. You know how crooked he is, he hates you”

she inquired. Khloe and Zeke, almost in unison, responded, "Nope, you're free all day." "Jinx! You owe me a drink," Khloe teased, shooting Zeke a playful smirk. "Where's my assistant?" Alyona asked, settling into her desk chair. "She's off to grab us some soul food," Zeke replied. "Soul food? Why?" Alyona looked puzzled. "Aly, let's be real. We know you're hurting. Trying to bury it in work won't help. Today, we're not letting you escape; it's okay to feel it, deal with it, and then decide how to move forward."

"Yes, I have. Some of his works in human physiology are still reference material for healer training." Hearing that, Erik concludes with almost a grin in his face. "Leona is the twin sister of that man. Born after him with double of his brains. Great part of her brother's work is, in reality, written by her, including the one on human physiology that you used as reference. She just couldn't be recognized for it because of the culture of the time, and her family took her work and published it with her brother's name." Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall were now seeing the 'bimbo', Leona Da Vinci, with totally different eyes.