Leshawna X Harold Novels & Stories

Harold shoved me aside and rushed forward to grab Vanessa's hand. "I'm sorry, Vanessa. I didn't mean to abandon you. I assumed that Charles wouldn't turn his back on you. I didn't think he would be so heartless," Harold said, shooting me a glare. Once he showed up, Vanessa quickly latched onto him before growing teary and upset. As she gently pounded on his chest, the pair began to openly flirt in front of everyone. Their behavior made me sick, and I didn't want to stay in that place for another second.

One gray-haired man clad in combat uniforms stepped forward to welcome the emotionless Jaxon. Harold, who was a first-timer here and was just following the old butler’s strict instruction, was stiff as hell. And by this time, something dreadful washed over him. He truly realized this time that he did not really know Jaxon Elijah. What he knew was only the tip of the ice berg. As the door closed, a bloody storm was set off… x-x-x-x-x Meanwhile, Ashley just finished reading a story book to her son. Seeing him sleeping soundly, she slowly walked out of his room and entered hers.

“Babe, can I call you back later? I just got out of a meeting concerning the Julius and Myres company”. Leila said in a calm tone. She was beyond stressed, she had met Harold when her life was falling apart and he picked her up and made her who she was today. She was not supposed to base her entire life and success story on a man but Harold really did a lot for her.

Frowning, Taylor asked, "What are you saying?" Seeing the situation, Yvette quickly caught up. "Darling, this is Cedric Shaw's wife. She's from Jeorgia's Shaw family. She's not Layla." She added with a sigh, "Mom just saw Mrs. Shaw and was reminded of Layla. She was troubled emotionally, and she fainted from the excessive worry." At her words, Harold lowered his head, took a deep breath, and lamented, "It's all my fault. If it weren't for me, my sister wouldn't have experienced such a tragedy …"

I was left with the thought that he was having fun with me. After we left the campus, Lee was there. I saw how he and Harold greeted each other. They shared a bro hug while Lee gently patted Harold's back. I narrowed my eyes at what I witnessed in them today. They are very close to each other. That's what I noticed about them both. My suspicion that she is my husband only deepened. "I'm so proud of you, brute. You have a lot of work. Bodyguard of Ms. Lorelay, now a teacher and a great VA.” Lee smiled as Harold shot him a look. What VA?

Just then, Harold lit up as if he suddenly had a great idea. He had Winona guard me as he moved to tear Sarah's clothes off of her. "Jonathan, I'll have you watch as I pleasure the woman you love. First, it was Winona. Now, it'll be Sarah. You'll be a loser through and through." Sarah could not make a single sound due to the tape over her mouth, so all she could do was struggle as she fought Harold. Winona viciously shouted to her, "Sarah, looks like the day has come. You think you are a dignified heiress. But in your core, you’re just a tart!"

Harold Houston was a renowned business man, he was quite famous in the society for being the CEO of his father’s business and quite popular among ladies, probably because of his looks and his multibillion status. Although his hair looked a total mess right now, resulting from the very good sex he had last night, normally his short cropped hair framed his face perfectly, a part of it dropping dangerously to the side of his face, his dark gray eyes and well chiseled jawline further complimented his features, overall he looked like he was made from a very different cast, one that stood out among all others. Harold bit his lips slightly as he stared at her just do her thing, she gently took her

Holding onto Xavia’s hands, he quickly asked, “C-Celia Blake?! Did she live in Lotus Village?! The one in S City?!” “…S-she did… though… How do you know where she lives, Teacher…?” replied Xavia in a slightly confused tone. Harold, however, found himself momentarily too taken aback to reply. To think that he’d be able to meet Celia’s granddaughter after all this time…! This was surely fate at work…! Once he finally snapped out of it, Harold sighed before explaining his relationship with Celia back in the day. Since he had already said so much, he made sure to tell her about his crush on her as well.

"And don't call me Grandpa. You’re not my granddaughter. You have no ties to the Whitmans. You've committed an immoral act, and you should prepare to face the consequences." Refusing to say another word to her, Harold turned to head back to his room to call Joseph and reveal the truth. Behind him, a malicious intent crossed Xavia's mind. She looked toward a nearby flower vase before lowering her head to study her gloved hand, her gaze growing increasingly dark. A loud noise echoed throughout the room as the vase shattered, its shards now splattered with blood. Harold trembled and his phone slipped from his hand, dropping to the ground as blood began to trickle down his forehead. He stiffly t