Shimmer Shine Leah Novels & Stories

Chapter 6 DAVINA’S POV "Future Luna." I gasped in fright, there had to be some mishap, they must be mistaken, I am oblivious to the first thing about being a Luna, and not just any Luna, but the Luna of Golden Stone pack, this has to be a dream, I need to wake up. "It's not a dream Davina, you are indeed a Luna, and worry less, you are more than fit to be a Luna." That was all Lexie said.

She wasn't even the second choice to him. The realization made Leah's blood run cold. "You should leave if there's nothing else!" Damon said coldly. He left the room. With bloodshot eyes, Leah was about to leave Bishop Group. Just when she reached the door, she bumped into Sherry, who was wearing pigtails and a frilly dress. Leah never expected Damon to be fond of girls like that. She threw a few glances at Sherry. "I know who you are, Leah Sullivan." Sherry spoke with a crisp voice. "There's no use crying. Damon doesn't like you."

Then Leah polished the crystal shield. She saw a traffic jam. Leah didn’t expect this worst traffic. : I am late! ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ [ Chapter 3: End ] ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪

Leah, on the other hand, was merely five feet tall, had just graduated late from high school, and had a human slave for a father and a deserted warrior for a mother. "I thought we would run behind Clara in the ceremonial run soon… If I knew, even my Solane was..." Before Luna Vivienne finished her sentence, she was hit on the hand by Luna Camile. Luna Vivienne’s smile suddenly disappeared. She looked to Clara with pity, who blushed, seeming embarrassed. Everyone’s eyes fell on Leah, who was eating the refreshments elegantly as if the remarks had nothing to do with her. It wasn’t that Leah had thick skin; she was just used to people rubbing her husband and his childhood sweetheart’s tragic lo

Clara looked at Leah's affected appearance and then glanced at Lena, who was very calm beside her. Unable to resist, she whispered, "Are you a devil?" She couldn't even come up with such a mean trick. Her thoughts were the same as Lena's, that this person really suits her taste. Leah held the knife and had already arrived at Shane's side. Shane saw the tears on her face and felt that everything was worth it. He even closed his eyes. "Leah, I knew you were forced, I wouldn't scream in pain, I knew you were also very distressed!"

Leah , having freshened up during the private flight from London, exuded allure with her dark, glossy hair cascading past her bare shoulders. In a vibrant red jersey dress, she showcased the top curve of her breasts beneath spaghetti straps, and the dress flirted daringly above her creamy thighs. Lipstick matching the dress adorned her lips, and her slender legs culminated in sharp black stiletto heels, creating an irresistible image that captivated those around her.

“Why are you so shy? We were the only people on this entire beach, and the staff I hired were all women so that no other man could see your beautiful body. Because I should be the only one who can see that. I wanted us to have the perfect romantic getaway, where we could be alone and get to know each other better. I wanted to make sure you felt comfortable, and that's why I made sure to arrange everything so that no one else could see you. I want you to know that I think you are beautiful and I want to be the only one who can see that.” Possessiveness alert. Alright, to boost my confidence, I'll wear it. Shame! It's okay, we're the only ones here. Let's go! As Estella was about to take off h

Rina gasped, eyes wide with shock. “You’ll never shine again. It won't grow so fast this time. They'll take their eyes off you now,” Leah said with a cold smile.

Asked Amber as she led Leah toward the altar that she had set up. “Yes, Mom. I trust you one hundred percent.” Smiled Leah looking as regal as a queen. Her long black hair hung loose and to the middle of her back. She had a wreath of Jasmine upon her head, symbolizing beauty and love. She had just enough makeup on to make her slanted green eyes glow in the candlelight. She’d never looked more beautiful than that very moment and Amber wished that she could live in this moment forever.

“Did the little orphan fall down again?” Sierra didn’t speak. Didn’t breathe too loudly. She just watched the trio with lowered lashes. They stood above her like hungry crows: Elara – The Leader: Pale blonde, perfect lips, eyes like chipped quartz. Always smiling when it hurt most. Gloria – The Shadow: Lanky, wolf-eyed, knuckle bruises, laugh like shattered glass. Patricia – The Echo: Pretty brunette, fake pout, sharper tongue than blade. “Maybe she’s waiting for someone to help her,” the wolf-eyed girl said, crouching close enough for Sierra to smell her sour breath. “A prince, maybe?”