Leona Kingscholar Overblot Novels & Stories

Caleb laughed mockingly, saying, "Leona, this has nothing to do with you. Rather than worrying about them, you might want to focus on your family. Their safety tonight is far from guaranteed." Blair scoffed, her tone dripping with contempt. "You're so pathetic, Leona. Did you think you'd get special treatment because you were the campus belle? This is not college anymore; not everyone will cater to you." Leona's face flushed red with anger. Kieran struggled internally before addressing Caleb, "I'll kneel and apologize, but please, let Leona go. She's just a woman." "Shut up! Who are you to make demands of me? You'll kneel if I say so!"

Liya said, pointing to a smear of red across my palette. I snorted. “It’s literally just red.” “No, Madam, it’s blood orange,” she insisted with all the seriousness in the world. “See? It’s the shade of your husband’s temper.” Leina choked on a laugh, covering her mouth like she wasn’t allowed to find that funny. “Don’t drag me into your nonsense,” I muttered, dragging the brush across the canvas anyway. “It’s just crimson.” “Crimson,” Leina repeated softly, testing the word like it belonged in her mouth. “Sounds like trouble.”

"Though she's a princess consort, she has no right to interfere in the affairs of our household. Even Lady Heather hasn't said a word! She's just a meddler, poking her nose where it doesn't belong!" However, hearing the cries coming from inside made Dorothy shiver a little. "Isn't Sebastian's apprentice in there? What's she doing? Can't she use some drugs or something for the delivery?" she said. They climbed the stone steps, and a room full of women waited in the outer room, separated by a curtain from Leona’s delivery room. Leona was already writhing in pain. Although the blood on her forehead had stopped, her face was badly swollen. Samuel had pushed her down the stone steps just as Leah

If he were to do that now, I wouldn’t mind becoming a martyr—I would still forgive him. My hopes were dashed as I realized Joffrey's true intentions. He callously threw the bags of gold coins at my face and said, “Take your dowry with you and be gone. I’m calling our engagement off because—I, Baron and Alpha Joffrey Hanes of Flarewing Pack, reject you, Leona Klaus of House Victorian.”

Leona had rummaged from out of nowhere for a black gown with a golden swan embroidered on its neckline. "And, by the way, don't forget your mission for tonight; you have to make sure the king agrees to your request if you want to be with Talon properly," Leona said, handing me a white mask of a cute-looking white wolf. Sometimes, I really wonder where the hell Leona finds so many things. "It's getting late; let's get going," Leona urged impatiently once I finished changing, snorting towards my father and pulling me out the door. "Caitlyn, be careful," my father suddenly and inexplicably admonished me as we walked to the door. Though I found it a little odd, I nodded.

They seemed to be more radiant compared to before. There was a stir in his mind. "Have your eyes recovered?" he asked. Leona shook her head. "I still can't see very well, and everything's a blur. I didn't wear the special glasses, so even now, when you're standing in front of me, I can only see a blurry shadow. I can't make out who it is. "I knew that you were here because I knew that you were keeping watch over her. Also, you're wearing a unique perfume. Aren't you aware of that yourself?"

The sooner he tried to secure the project, the better for us. And I knew just where to start. “Leona! What a wonderful surprise, seeing you here,” I exclaimed with false delight back down at the party. I fluttered up to her, beaming as though I’d completely forgotten our dramatic encounter at Maison Éclat earlier. Accusations about your secret lover’s sexual misconduct made by my business partner in public? Who would remember something like that? Leona clearly did remember, but put on a show of affection for the partygoers around us. “Well!” she said, forcing a smile. “You certainly look…different, in that outfit Alpha Nightwhisper bought you. All grown up.”

A lot of people don’t know, so how? Leona moves closer to me with a nasty smile on her lips. Her long polished red nails travel through my chest, “You don’t need to hide your expression, Alpha Blade. I know you are not aware that Nova is a princess. I know you don’t know that Alpha Arthur and Nova are in the Blue Moon Pack right now. I know you don’t know that I know a lot. But I do know. So much that you or anyone else can ever imagine.”

We continued to look at pictures and videos of Leona. “This was career day at school,” I said, “she was convinced she would be a doctor and had told me to give her a real stethoscope that could listen to heartbeats and not the toy one.” In the picture, Leona was wearing surgical scrubs and had a stethoscope around her neck. “She had every one of her classmates lined up in class that day listening to their heartbeat.” James and Tegan laughed. I scrolled some more until we got to more recent pictures. Leona was wearing Brandon's Armani jacket and was posing for a picture. Josephine had sent it to me while I was in Texas.

Khloe and Rea were already at the door, but something in Leona told her to stay there. "I want to help Khloe..." Leona muttered to herself, walking right back up to the principal's desk. "Please? I know that Khloe may seem like a troublemaker, but she's really been looking forward to the trip...." The principal looked at Leona with furrowed eyebrows as he said, "No. I will not allow Khloe to go on the trip, so stop asking." "I wasn't asking. I'm telling you to," Leona suddenly blurted out, not realizing that her eyes were starting to glow an even brighter blue color.