Shimmer Shine Leah Novels & Stories

I felt heavier and colder with each sentence. “She thrives on drama,” Leah said softly. “She refuses to let go of the past. She is dangerous.” I pressed a hand to my abdomen. Empty. Cold. Leah was stealing everything from me all over again. She shifted her tone into wounded strength, a victim rising from ashes. “But today is a new era. We will not be threatened. We will not be controlled. We will reclaim our peace and rebuild this company stronger than ever.” The room erupted in applause. The anchor on the studio screen whispered admiration.

This one held deep blue liquid. “This is star water,” she said. “It guides lost souls.” She poured it over the mirror. The surface shimmered. For a brief second, I thought I saw something move inside it. There was a shadow; a flicker of distant light. My heart jumped. Kayden’s hand tightened around mine. “It is reacting,” he whispered. The seer nodded. “It recognizes her.” She stepped back. “Leah,” she said softly. “Sit.” My throat felt dry.

Ghost: (low, almost to himself) “There it is.” Jason: (quiet, heart in his throat) “Yeah… there it is.” Leah wasn’t wearing a crown or dripping in diamonds. Her dress was simple, flowing, almost like the vineyard had woven it for her. Her smile wasn’t practiced—it was real. When she reached Jason, she leaned close and whispered. Leah: “You’re shaking.” Jason: (whispering back) “That’s your fault.” They both laughed quietly, and the officiant cleared his throat like he was about to speak. Jason cut him off.

"The decision is made. I have explained it to you that I now have her gold- that means that I must do it” "Lucas!" I hear my name from behind and I turn to see Leah approaching. She is smiling brightly. She is wearing a flowing dress that fits her perfectly. Her hair is arranged beautifully on top of her head, and she is adorned with jewels that must cost more than my family's net worth put together. "You look... stunning," I force myself to say- I must put up with this act that I have damned myself to

As the radiance subsided, a figure materialized—a being cloaked in shimmering white, their presence both majestic and enigmatic. The figure extended a hand, their voice a melodious echo that sent shivers down our spines. "I am Lyra, the Guardian of Light," they announced, their words carrying an air of ancient wisdom. "The fate of the Silverwood rests in your hands, but you will need the power of unity to overcome the Weaver's darkness." Our eyes widened, our hearts pounding in our chests. Lyra's arrival, veiled in mystery and hope, marked a turning point in our battle against the Weaver. Their presence promised a force that could tip the scales in our favor.

It looked like the hotties tried to tan them through sprays, however she was natural. Through her baggy covers, I had never noticed that she was such a slay. She wore a black dress all tightened which showed her curves and she did had perfect curves at perfect turns with the best shaope I can ever see. My jaw almost dropped when I noticed her sexy walk on those six inch high heels. Her cleavage was leading her perfect collar bone shape making me dry on my throat.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

She isn’t the type to beat around the bush; it feels natural to see where it goes after. When the walkers cleared the street, Leah got out of her car. She brought the same bag; a baby-blue tee shirt romper and grey-heeled espadrilles were on her body. She didn’t bother applying makeup since she’d be smudging it right after. Perfectly round shades hid her green eyes for extra measure. Leah walked down the sidewalk; all the houses looked similar to Paul’s.

"One of the qualities of a Luna is her abilities to represent the Alpha King in her body flexibility. A Luna must be a graceful dancer. Of course you will be attending various balls and dinner parties with the Alpha King. So I'm here to make sure you all are well equip with the best dancing skills." "Now fall in," he ordered. Five of us lined up to face him. Our reflections captured in the tall mirrors. "Let's see what you girls got, Leah you go first." Leah stepped out, wearing a classic black leotard and a flowing white skirt, her red hair neatly tied in a bun. She always look reserve and stunning without even trying. She took to the dance hall, the spotlight already centered on her.

"I like this plan." Uncle still looked hesitant. "And how do we get her to accept?" Lisa tossed a burner phone on the table. "We send her a video. Amelia, you're going to challenge her directly. Taunt her. Make it personal." I picked up the phone, feeling the weight of the situation settle on me. "Let’s make a video then." The camera focused on me, the dim light casting shadows on my face. I leaned forward, smirking. "Morana," I began, my voice steady, "you've been hiding behind your men for too long. You think you're untouchable. That fear keeps you safe."