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

—ELEANOR-I stare at Arthur, my expression blank, as I process his words. Why should he stay for me? Shouldn’t he be with Brianna, the woman he truly loves? After all, I’m just a discarded wife.His hand emerges from his pocket, reaching for mine, but I instinctively pull away, folding my arm across my chest. The gesture is a defensive reflex, a clear signal that I'm not interested in his touch.Arthur's eyes flicker with disappointment, and he shoves his hand back into his pocket, releasing a deep sigh. "El," he begins, his voice low and familiar. I bristle at the nickname, feeling a pang of resentment. He still has no right to call me like that."About that night with Brianna," he continues, his words spilling out in a rush. "It was a huge misunderstanding. I was drunk, and Brianna showed up... everything's hazy, but I swear did—-." His explanation trails off as I cut him off, my voice firm."You don't have to explain yourself," I say, my tone detached. What's the point of expl

CHAPTER 8 - —ELEANOR - My hand instinctively covers my mouth as I witness the person who slapped Brianna - Jennifer, Arthur's younger sister. Her name escapes my lips in a barely audible whisper. I'm not one to draw attention to myself, especially in tense situations like this. I'm relieved the restaurant is empty, sparing us from curious onlookers. Jennifer's glare pierces through Brianna, who stands frozen, her hand cradling her cheek. The air is thick with tension. Jennifer's voice, laced with concern, breaks the silence. "Eleanor, are you okay?" Her brown eyes, reminiscent of Arthur's, narrow into a scowl, still fixed on Brianna. I struggle to articulate my thoughts, my words tumbling out in a stutter. "J-Jennifer, wh-what are you doing here?" How did she get here? How did she find us here? Her expression is a mixture of anger and determination, a far cry from the gentle soul I've grown accustomed to. Brianna, sensing Jennifer's wrath, looks like she's on the

ELEANOR – I stand frozen, my feet rooted to the spot, as I struggle to process the scene unfolding before me. The air is thick with awkwardness, and I feel a deep sense of humiliation wash over me. I have every right to feel stupid, betrayed, and embarrassed. How can this man act like he still loves me while holding another woman in his arms? I can feel my chest tighten with a mix of rage and disbelief as I watch him kiss her. How have I been so foolish to ever hope, even for a moment, that he might want to reconcile? It feels like a slap in the face. Arthur's eyes lock onto mine, and he gently disentangles himself from Brianna's lips. For a moment, we just stare at each other, the tension between us palpable. Then, Arthur's face contorts into a mixture of guilt and panic as he attempts to stutter out an explanation. But I'm not interested in hearing his feeble justifications. I'm not interested in hearing anything he has to say. I turn on my heel, making a sharp exit from the

CHAPTER 6– —ELEANOR- - Arthur and I immediately create a distance between each other seeing how close we’ve molded each other in our sleep. I deliberately created a barrier between us last night. How did we get here? I arrange my hair while Arthur clears his throat awkwardly. That was weird. Thank Goodness nothing happened besides sandwiching ourselves. Suddenly, his phone rang. “Hello?” He says gently into his phone, and slowly a soft smile starts playing on his lips. I refrain from rolling my eyes or exhibiting any behavior towards this phone call when Arthur starts to talk in an unusually calm and soothing voice that feels like he’s talking to a child. And heck. I need no oracle to tell me he is talking to no other one than his lady Brianna. I get on my feet and start to get my things ready to leave when Arthur ends his call sweetly and turns to me. “Leaving already?” He asks. What? Does he expect me to sit idle and listen to him talk to that woman who looks everythi

—ELEANOR - I don’t like this woman and I don’t think any sane woman in my shoes will feel obligated to like her. So my feelings are very valid. Did he get married to me because I looked like her? Or did he divorce me for her. Are they something he doesn’t want to get rid of? Couldn’t he have just stayed with me? I was feeling bummed, and now the feelings just multiplied. Cassandra instantly steps in front of Brianna and Arthur and she does not look pleased at all. She crosses her arms and then darts her eyes at me. “I thought you said Arthur went out to get pastry? Can someone explain to me what’s going on? And why is Ms. Wellington here.” I try to hold my stance and the fact that Cassandra knows who Brianna is. I make eye contact with Brianna and she tries to smile at me. I look away before it can happen. I don’t reply to Cassandra and look away instead. Arthur can defend himself. Arthur sighs and brings Brianna closer. “Grandma, Bree is sick she had n

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