Ways To Spell Leah Novels & Stories

"Are you Lila?" Leah’s voice sliced through the air, sharp as a blade. She held herself like royalty, a practiced sneer on her face. The years had been kind to her—smooth skin, an immaculate outfit. But there was something else, a kind of haughty confidence that had grown even stronger over the past six years. Ella looked up and gave her a small nod, choosing politeness over the urge to roll her eyes. “Ms. Leah,” she replied, her voice calm, unfazed.

Spreading both arms wide, Leah planted her feet on the ground, her furious eyes staring daggers at her. Haley had to give the girl a once-over. She didn't need to guess why Leah was this furious. From the jealousy and murderous look in her eyes, she looked as if she'd grab a knife and stab her. Folding her hands, Haley pressed her lips together, maintaining a straight face. It wasn't worth laughing at Leah's pathetic state anyway. “Where does it seem like I'm going?” She faked a yawn. “To our dear Willy of course-”

I begin, "I thought we might select the most flattering dress possible- something that would make her think that we have her best intention in heart." "Okay…” Leah says thinking out loud. “I think I understand what you are doing. I want her to think that he is going to have a great day, then you go ahead and mess it up?” "Perfect!” I smile at her ability to read my mind. “ You are so intelligent” "What about the ceremony itself?" Leah asks, meticulous planning a solution even before I give one. I take another sip of wine with a long “ahhhh” sound as I think of what to say next. “I don't know what else to suggest but I definitely know that I will tell the person joining them to pronounce the

Leilah said and folded her arms. "Where?" Liam asked. "Here." Leilah answered and stretch her hand for him, he told her to close her eyes and she did and when she opened she was stunned with the beauty of just two letters he drew on her. "What does L&C means?" Leilah asked. "Loyalty and confidence or courage, that's who you are." Liam answered. "Awww, thanks a lot, and don't worry, your secret is safe with me until whenever you feel ready for your family to know, but before that, I will always be here for you whenever you need me." Leilah said.

Leah’s concern for Caleb grew by the day. Knowing that he was in danger almost killed her. If only she could find a way of protecting him. Some sort of spell to keep him safe. Leah spent hours pouring over her and her mom’s grimoires, looking for answers. “Is there something more that I can do for Caleb?” She asked her mom as she joined her at the dining room table. “There is surely some sort of spell that we can use for protection.”

“Okay, then. I guess I will see you later. I’m sure Father will want to speak with you once you return later.” Leah groaned dramatically. “Yeah, I know. Don’t remind me!” She kissed his cheek and walked to the door, opening it before turning back to look at him. “Thanks again, G-man. And, yes, we will figure something else out in regards to the clan. I will think on it some and let you know.” When Gabriel nodded his head, Leah turn and walked out the door, shutting it softly. She would think on what she would do about her clan later. Right now, she had a mating ceremony to get to.

Rave asked, wondering why she was grinning and testing the wind. “I just learned a new spell a few days ago,” Leesa told him. “I haven’t really gotten it to work so far, but I think this might be the perfect place to try it again.” Rave glanced around, wondering what kind of spell this spot could be perfect for. “Go for it,” he said. Leesa closed her eyes and took a deep breath, picturing an image of what she wanted to happen. When she felt ready, she opened her eyes. “Levictius arrami,” she said confidently.

“No. Leave me.” When she was alone again, Leah sat at her father’s desk. She looked around the room, at the old books, the heavy chair, the scent of his cologne still hanging in the air. For a moment, her expression softened. She touched the desk gently. “You promised to make me Luna someday,” she whispered. “I’ll do it myself now, even if you almost broke that promise by trying to marry someone.” Her mind drifted briefly to Doria Welsh. She imagined her walking into the pack with her father’s body still cold, acting as though she belonged there. Leah’s jaw tightened. “She will never take this from me,” she said aloud. “Never.”

Ralyne - Ray-leen Rania - Ray-nia (had a hard time (and I still do,) deciding if I wanted Rah-nia or Ray-nia.) I call her both though, so you choose. Lyon - Lee-yon (usually it's pronounced like "Lion" but I wanted something like Léon that isn't Spanish.) Aimee - Ay-mee Tiberius -Tye-bay-rius (just the normal biblical way.) Zakerius Togar - Zah-kee-rius Toh-Gah

He carried Leah into his arms. “Your godfather is here or you can call me goddaddy,” I laughed at how old that sounded. “Dada.”We heard Leah call out…”Dada.” We were all surprised… She was yet to even call me mama or mommy! I fumed inwardly. “Did you hear that?She just called me dada…daddy…Oh Damn.”Calvin squealed looking so happy. I hid my disappointment that ‘mommy’ wasn’t her first word.