Shimmer Shine Leah Novels & Stories

Leah nodded and followed him, heart hammering. They slipped through the crowd, into the house, and upstairs to one of the guest rooms. Leah changed slowly, fingers trembling as she pulled off the hoodie. The black two-piece fit perfectly…high-waisted bottoms that hugged her hips and a halter top that pushed up her breasts. She stared at herself in the mirror. For the first time in forever, she didn’t see a shadow. She saw power. When she stepped out of the room and onto the upstairs landing, Liam whistled under his breath.

The idea came uninvited. Unwanted. I pushed it away immediately, but it didn’t leave. It lingered. Annoyingly persistent. Because the truth was standing right in front of me, wrapped in silver and moonlight, looking like she had always belonged in a place like this. Leah. She looked… beautiful. Not just in the way men describe beauty. Not just something pleasing to the eye. No. She looked powerful. Commanding. Like something meant to be seen, not hidden. My gaze dropped briefly to the gown.

Thus, even a great fighter would have a difficult time taking down a dragon in shifted form regardless of the species. Leah began shifting back to her human form. Theo had to admit, she looked incredibly sexy in her form fitting green dress, her hair styled in a fancy twist with a green clip to hold it in place. The back of her dress was low cut and the bottom of her dress stopped just below her knees. She looked sexy, yet elegant at the same time.

LEAH The letter slipped from my hand again, landing silently on the floor like it had given up on me too. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. Everything I thought I knew about Dante, about myself, about this world I had been thrown into was crumbling around me like a sandcastle caught in a rising tide. The words from the parchment still echoed in my head, burning themselves into my mind. “Leah Waters… key to breaking the lycan curse…”

He inclined his head to his beta, who stepped forward and wheeled him smoothly toward me. The room erupted in polite applause—curious, speculative, tinged with something sharper. I could feel the weight of every stare as Samuel stopped in front of me. I leaned down, close enough that my breath brushed his ear. “Hello, Samuel of Moon Growler Pack. I’m Leah White, of Night Shadow Pack. It’s an honor to dance with you.” Inside, my hands itched to wrap around his throat and squeeze until the light left those ice-blue eyes. This was the man who’d smiled at me for three long years while plotting to rip my heart out—literally. The man who’d watched me bleed and called it necessary.

The silver in his aura was calm, like a still lake reflecting the moon. And Leela... Leela was no longer the skittish girl in the oversized hoodie trying to blend into the wallpaper. She wore a simple white t-shirt and jeans, but she looked regal. Her skin seemed to hold a faint, pearlescent shimmer. As she walked past the potted ferns near the entrance, the leaves turned visibly toward her, stretching out as if reaching for the sun. "Okay," Jax broke the silence from the head table, grinning over a stack of waffles. "You two are literally glowing. It’s obnoxious."

Leah cried out in mortification, shaking her head at Lilly. I couldn’t help but laugh at Leah’s reaction, earning myself a glare from her. “How can you not realise that the only reason she does these things, is because she knows she is going to get the reactions she gets from you, every time she does it? You always take the bait! You are just like a prize trophy fish Leah!” I told her.

Bradley had told them to wait for him in that formation because he was bringing a special guest to meet them before the show. Bradley entered the room with an eccentric-looking middle-aged woman, dressed in a glittery silver suit, her hair was silvery white, dyed, she wore ellipse-shaped sunglasses, bright blood-red lipstick, and silver stars earrings that dangled from her earlobes almost touching her shoulders. Her skin tone pale white, a contrast from her bright red lipstick. When she took off her shades, she didn't look as old as her hair would suggest. Her expression stern, her eyes sharp, one look at her, anyone would be convinced, she's a woman of power. Her slim figure suggests that s

I had to give her time to heal, to trust me again. "Leah, you look absolutely stunning tonight." I couldn't help but let my eyes linger on her, admiring her beauty. She was wearing a shimmering blue dress that hugged her curves and made her eyes pop. "Thank you," she replied, a blush creeping up her neck. "You don't look so bad yourself." I grinned, feeling a warmth spread through my chest.