Novels by Sunny Leah

12YEARS LATER JASMINE—-.The kitchen bustles with activity as servants scurry about, their hands moving swiftly to prepare for the evening's festivities. The clock ticks closer to dusk, and the pressure mounts to complete the decorations before our party guests arrive.I lend a hand where I can, expertly arranging a centerpiece of fresh flowers. Hades burst into the room, Jason perched on his broad shoulders, giggling uncontrollably."You'll make him throw up again," I warn, eyeing Hades's energetic swinging."Aw, he likes it," Hades replies, grinning mischievously, as he makes another sweeping arc."Mommy, I love it!" Jason squeals, his tiny hands grasping Hades's hair.I shake my head, concealing a smile. "If you throw up, don't expect me to come to your aid."Jason's face sets in determination. "I'm four. I can help myself."I chuckle inwardly, recognizing the stubborn streak he inherited from Hades. Jason's words echo his father's confident tone, a miniature replica of the man w

—JASMINE-Stepping foot in Silvermist feels surreal, like a dream I've longed to awaken to. The word "home" echoes through my soul, resonating with a depth I never knew I craved. Every step carries me closer to a sense of belonging.As I wander through the pack's grounds, a somber atmosphere envelops me. The usual bustle seems muted, with fewer pack members in sight. Some may be busy with their daily routines, but the scarcity of familiar faces weighs heavily.My heart quickens, anticipation building as I approach the main pack house. I've yearned to hold my children close, to see the spark in their eyes. And Hades...my mate, my rock.The pack house comes into view, its wooden facade weathered to a warm, golden brown. Smoke drifts lazily from the chimney, carrying the scent of warmth and comfort.I push open the door, and a sense of peace washes over me. I'm home.After weeks of navigating the unfamiliar city, I'd finally found my footing. The initial disorientation and panic had g

—HADES.-I trudge back to the Silvermist pack's main house, weighed down by the crushing burden of defeat. The familiar scent of home and family offers little comfort, as the ache within me grows with each step.Until now, I hadn't grasped the depth of great sadness. The hunt, once fueled by determination and hope, has yielded nothing. No sign of Jasmine, no hint of Denzel's whereabouts. The abyss of uncertainty gapes wider, threatening to consume me.As I enter the pack house, my gaze falls upon Enora and Ezra, their hushed conversation halted by my arrival. Their eyes, attuned to my emotions, widen in concern.Ezra, one of our pack's strongest members and a trusted ally had opted to remain behind, watching over Enora and our children while I pursued the hunt. His presence provides a sense of security, allowing me to focus on the search.Now, as Enora and Ezra take in my worn, defeated appearance, they sense the outcome without needing words. Their expressions mirror my despair."

JASMINE.-I'm so cold, my body numb and trembling. Hunger pangs gnaw at my stomach, and my throat feels parched, desperate for a drop of water. The night is wearing on, and I've lost all sense of direction.The convenience store manager's words echo in my mind: "You're miles away from Maple." The reality hits me like a ton of bricks. I'm stranded, alone, and scared.This place is unfamiliar, its streets twisting and turning in ways that make no sense. I don't know how to navigate these dark alleys and deserted roads.Fear creeps in as the streetlights cast long, ominous shadows. Every sound makes me jump – the rustling of leaves, the distant hum of a car, the creaking of trees.Denzel's face flashes in my mind, his cruel smile etched in my memory. He's a monster for bringing me here, for tearing me away from Maple and everyone I love.My hand instinctively goes to the cut on my chest, the pain still throbbing. Infection is a constant fear, and without Lira's healing touch, recovery w

—HADES.-Denzel's minion leads us to the outskirts, just as he promised. But I should've known better. The guy's a total liar. This is a setup, a trap.Denzel's goons are waiting in the warehouse, ready to pounce the moment we step foot inside.But I'm on it. I brought my pack here to track down Jasmine, not to get caught up in Denzel's twisted game.As their alpha, I prioritize their safety. "Fall back!" I yell.My wolves obey instantly, falling back as I unleash the full fury of my inner beast. Adrenaline surges through my veins, fueling my fight response. I become a whirlwind of teeth and claws, taking down Denzel's wolves with swift and deadly precision.With each swift kick, I send opponents crashing to the ground. My bites are targeted and merciless, crushing bone and sinew. My claws slice through fur and flesh, leaving ravaged bodies in my wake.These amateur wolves, thinking they could take me down? It's almost laughable. My strength surpasses theirs by a landslide, honed fro

—JASMINE-“You’ve fucked me up” Denzel begins.“Now come closer”I move closer to Denzel, my body betraying my will. His hand reaches out to claim me, his touch looming like a dark specter. The night air thickens, cold and oppressive, as if conspiring against me.Alison seethes behind me, her rage palpable. "Stop this madness, Denzel!"Denzel's smirk twists into a snarl. "Shut up, you filthy traitor. I'll deal with you when I'm done with her.""Traitor, says the traitor himself!" Alison spits, her voice venomous.Hunter joins the chorus of outrage. "You deceived us!"Denzel's laughter sends shivers down my spine. "I didn't deceive you. You're both just blind fools. It would've been nicer to claim one of your bodies."His words drip with malevolence, and I feel a surge of revulsion.I turn to face Alison, our eyes locking in a silent understanding. She wore the cursed necklace around my neck; she could free me.Alison's gaze flashes with recognition, and I turn back to Denzel."Now le

CHAPTER FOUR —ELEANOR - The lady behind the phone call just attempted to take her own life?” I stammer to myself at Arthur’s words, my heart racing uncontrollably. All I said was that Arthur’s in the shower, I never said anything foul to the woman during the call. The metallic taste of adrenaline floods my mouth, leaving a bitter tang. How could a simple phone call escalate into this? Arthur immediately grabs his car keys, doesn’t say a word to me, and hurries out of the room, placing the phone on his ear again. As I stand alone in the quiet room, the silence is deafening. The only sounds I can hear are the soft beats of my Jealous heart and the gentle whisper of my shallow breathing. I feel a stinging sensation in my eyes as tears begin to prick at the corners, but I force myself to fight back the emotion. I hate this feeling - it's new, it's disastrous, and it's suffocating me. Well, since Arthur left to be with Brianna, the woman he loves and cares for, there's no

CHAPTER THREE - CHAPTER THREE — ELEANOR * I slide into Arthur's car, the familiar scent and surroundings choking me with nostalgia. My heart tugs at itself. Because we’re visiting one of Arthur’s dearest families. Who has also become mine. It’s not right to pay his grandmother a visit when we’re supposed to be Ex-husband and wife. It’s deception. But I can’t refuse his request to visit his grandmother, Cassandra is way too nice and she’s like my own family already, she’s the closest thing to a parent to me. This divorce will not just be breaking Arthur and I. As we buckle up, Arthur turns to me, a small box unexpectedly appearing in his hand. His eyes lock onto mine, urging me to take it. Curious, I open the box, revealing an exquisite crystal necklace that sparkles in the light. "Arthur—" I begin. But he interrupts, his voice firm. "It’s just a small gift, nothing big. It’s a rare crystal, and it’s aid is for a successful path down your career. It’s like a good luck ch

CHAPTER TWO —ELEANOR - My legs feel numb, and my throat and heart, I can swear they’re in my stomach. Never have I thought this day would come. And in as much as I try to tell myself I saw it coming. My subconscious is still not buying it. I’m sad. And the worst of it all is Arthur is—was my foundation, my backbone, my only family. I left our— his home— willingly, but to be honest. I have nowhere to go. No fuckin place to my name. I’ve been alone for as long as I can recall, my parents died a long time around when I was around sixteen. I’ve pretty much lived on strings and have gone so far alone, until I met Arthur and now everything has sunk with Arthur. I stand in the middle of the road after getting out of the taxi and call the only person I know I can talk to. Cindy. My only friend. And she picks up almost immediately, her voice is cheerful and alive and it makes me feel even worse. My voice shakes like a tractor clearing a bush as I ask the one question. “Are you

cHAPTER ONE - The smoke-choked air suffocates me, each desperate breath a struggle against an invisible force that's draining the oxygen from my lungs. The flames rage around me, their fury intensifying as they consume everything in sight. I can hear the faint screaming of “fire!’ behind me. The cries and wails of others grow fainter, distant screams muffled by the deafening roar of the blaze. And it does nothing but heightens my fear even though I can already see the inferno in front of me Time is slipping away, and I'm trapped in this inferno. The smoke is suffocating me, but it's not the only threat – my foot is wedged in the wooden table leg, a cruel twist of fate. Panic sets in as I realize I'm pinned down, unable to escape. Tears stream down my face as I cry out for help, my voice hoarse from the smoke. Just as despair takes hold, Leon appears, his face etched with determination. With swift efficiency, he removes my shoe and begins to pry my foot loose, striking t