Leshawna X Harold Novels & Stories

“And this must be the wife. The woman who broke the internet.” I feel Jade’s fingers digging into my arm, her knuckles white. She’s staring at Barbara, who is pointedly looking at the dashboard, pretending her own ex-best friend is a total stranger. “Hello,” Jade says. “I’m Harold Vance,” he introduces himself. “We’re leaving, Harold,” I interject before he speaks further. “Say hello to Trisha for me. My mother said she didn't get to see her in the book club the other day.” Harold stiffens. “Ummm—okay. I’ll let her know you said hello.”

Mine was damp and shaking. “What do you think about it?” I asked. The words tumbled out. “Do you think it’s fishy? Lyara showing up now, after five years, as the president of Ashworth Heights? Do you think it’s a coincidence? Do you think she’s—” Harold pulled his hand away gently. “Lila,” he said. “Calm down.”

Shaun and Halsey had fallen out because of the baby. Perfect!

“Good! Then, you can work with her. As long as she’s good at working and playing with, I have no problem with that.” “Yes, sir.” Later, Harold walked to the elevator to check if Viona was waiting for him in the penthouse. When he was in the penthouse, he saw a pair of black high heels on the floor. A black dress was hanging on a chair with a pair of underwear too. He knew Viona was there. So, he entered his bedroom to see Viona stare at him. “Sir, you’re here.” “Yes, I just heard from Lee you joined his team,” Harold said while undressing himself.

Harlem was filled with rage when he saw Harvey holding the hand of a goddess many in the industry couldn’t. He had been giving hints to Xynthia, but she never gave him a chance. She acted as if she was completely oblivious to his advances. Xynthia would always read scripts or do rehearsals with others during the day, when most people would be around. Thus, Harlem took the opportunity to get Xynthia this way. However, he didn’t expect her to bring another man with her. He wanted to strangle Harvey to death so badly. “You b*stard! I can kill ten of people like you!” Harlem shouted.

"I don't want that, Harold. But I don’t know what to think anymore. You betrayed me." “What are you doing, VALENTINA?!” Lita’s voice roared in my head, a snarl of pure, unbridled fury. “This wasn't the plan! He is a liar! He is a leech!” Harold saw the softening in my eyes. He leaned in, his forehead resting against mine. "I’ll do anything. I was drunk, Val. We partied too hard, I lost my head. It will never happen again. I swear it's over."

Harold. Xavier took a steadying breath, his jaw tightening as he pressed the button to answer. “Harold,” he said, his voice low and clipped. “I assume you’ve seen the photos,” Harold’s voice was smug, practically dripping with satisfaction. Xavier’s grip on the phone tightened until his knuckles turned white. He stayed silent, his eyes fixed on the images still glaring back at him from the screen. “Must be tough,” Harold continued, his tone almost mocking now. “Seeing Calla so happy with us. She was glowing that night, Xavier. Absolutely radiant. She’s comfortable with us, with Drake. She’s where she belongs now. Face it: you’ve lost.”

“Mr. Levi, hello. Halsey greeted Carwyn with a smile, Liam walked over, and when he saw Carwyn and Grainne, he was a bit dumbfounded. Halsey noticed the unusual look and said, "Brother Levi, this is my husband, Liam." Halsey pretends not to know that Carwyn and Liam know each other, wanting to resolve this awkwardness. A smile flickered across Carwyn's face, and he said softly, "Brother William, Miss Wen, hello." "Grainne, did Harry just get placed in the same class as Olivia?" Halsey asked cheerfully. "YES!" Grainne nodded affirmatively. Grainne and Halsey are both overjoyed for Harry and Olivia, and Carwyn and Liam standing next to them both have their own thoughts.

he said, wiping my tears. He had them custom-made. The last design by some legendary designer. I'd worn them for ten years. Never took them off. Until now. Letting go didn't hurt like I thought it would. It felt… freeing. At the next red light, the screen outside a department store flashed a news segment. Raquel. Smiling, radiant. "Yes," she said to the reporter, "there's someone I've always loved. We broke up four years ago, but I believe… love always finds its way back."

“I don’t care how much it costs to make him look like this. Consider it the opening act for the real fun.” Selena switched to another channel. The scene was the same—only now the focus had shifted to the protest unfolding in front of the company’s grand office lobby. “You’re executing your plan with impressive precision.” “I knew this would happen,” Harold said calmly. “I don’t even know how many times I imagined today, Selena. Years. In the solitude of prison walls, I planned the perfect revenge against them. I was patient enough to make sure everything worked. So if you’re praising me now, I don’t feel proud. All of this has lived in my head for a long time.”