Dc Leslie Novels & Stories

Madelyn said. “Madelyn, right?” Leslie looked her up and down. She looked perfect and clean. Her body was much slimmer than Leslie remembered, clearly still recovering from plastic surgery, but she was still recognisable. “Yes, and you are his mistress? Oh god, don’t tell me you got rid of my sister so you two can start some weird family. Because I’m here now, and I won’t let it happen,” Madelyn made it clear. “Um…” Leslie didn’t know what to say. She was studying this woman. She remembered her conversation with Fatima yesterday, so she wasn’t fooled.

Derry asked surprised. "Yes. It is the same person we are talking about. Lyla, that daughter of Jezebel. She is out to destroy me," Derrick confirmed for Derry almost in tears. Derrick already knew about Derry and Lyla because Luis had told him about them. So he was very much aware they were talking about the same woman, Lyla. "If I were you, I wouldn't give my heart to that monster," he said with an angry expression. "She would put it in a blender and grind it. She is obsessed with me," Derrick added.

He didn't dare say much, knowing Thalia's special background and her past connection with Willow. But Willow was skilled, staying calm and patient, just wearing him down. When someone was exhausted, their willpower weakened. As expected, at 3:00 am, Leslie couldn't take it anymore and confessed. "Mr. Landon's girlfriend is called Thalia Sherman."

Damien's P.O.V. Holy shit! Leslie's dark hair fell around her shoulders in loose beautiful curls. Her blue eyes seemed brighter than usual, thanks to the dark colors that were swept over her eyelids, and her full lips were painted a bright shade of red that perfectly matched her dress." Damn she looks good enough to eat. A dress that hugged her body from her breasts to her knees, revealing curves I didn't know she had hidden. I knew she was beautiful, but right now, she's downright sexy and breathtaking.

Olive groaned. "Darci, you play yourself down," she said. "If I were you, I would take the chance." "Well, why don't you do that with Nora?" I snapped back. "I saw you look at her with that creepy observant eyes of yours. Nora's a good player, isn't she?" "Darci, you're decent at baseball," Olive said. "But you're poor in the wordsmith department. Nora isn't good. She's sublime, incomparable, breathtaking, and graceful. Any woman who can play baseball like Nora is, in my opinion, a goddess."

Damien's P.O.V. Holy shit! Leslie's dark hair fell around her shoulders in loose beautiful curls. Her blue eyes seemed brighter than usual, thanks to the dark colors that were swept over her eyelids, and her full lips were painted a bright shade of red that perfectly matched her dress." Damn she looks good enough to eat. A dress that hugged her body from her breasts to her knees, revealing curves I didn't know she had hidden. I knew she was beautiful, but right now, she's downright sexy and breathtaking.

He needed to do some more digging before bringing it to anyone’s attention. "Well, we better make sure that we are one hundred percent positive before we take this before anyone," Damascus said. To utter the words is treason against another Kingdom and that was the last thing Gabriel would want to do when everyone was currently at peace for the time being. **************************************************************************************************************** "Dang girl you clean up nice," Amara teased Leslie as she came down the stairs of their new home. Leslie laughed and smacked Amara on her arm. The king had chosen a bright blue dress for Leslie and a red dress for Amara.

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

James fell into thought, not answering Abelard’s question. The Aquasoul before him was transformed by just the eye of a powerhouse at the Daeclon Rank, but it was already terrifyingly strong. How strong would an actual powerhouse at the Daeclon Rank be? Meanwhile, Lesia claimed to be his second body, and they had a spiritual connection. However, James realized their so-called connection was pretty one-sided. Lesia knew everything about him, but he had zero understanding of her.

“Somebody making small batch ice cream in funky flavors.” Leslie joined us back at the property. She was a chunky lesbian who wore T-shirts with aggressive slogans, which contrasted with her beautifully manicured and polished set of fingernails, which she kept up with regular visits to a nail salon on Washington Avenue staffed by a bunch of Peruvian sisters and cousins. She was a combination of tough girl, Long Island Jewish princess, and funky artist. Her T-shirt that day featured a picture of Marie Antoinette and the slogan, Let them eat shit.