Dc Leslie Novels & Stories

Ophelia didn't know if this woman had a retentive memory, as she was old and looked as if she was nearing her grave. "Do you remember Kathleen Dupree? The former Luna of the Crimson Paw pack?" She queried at last. "She's dead," Lady Leslie responded and Ophelia almost jammed her fist into her palm in relief. "I know, that's why I came to you," she said after composing herself because despite this woman being old and losing her sight, she was very observant. And it seemed as though she would only provide answers to questions that she wanted. Lady Leslie took one careful look at Ophelia who was standing right in front of her.

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."

She walked quickly to the front door and let herself in with the key they’d given her. The house was dark. Empty. Cold. Tony’s mother, Catherine, lived in the east wing. She had her own entrance. Her own staff. Her own world that Leslie was never invited into. Leslie was grateful for that right now. She kicked off her heels and ran up the stairs to her room. Her footsteps echoed through the empty hallway. When she reached her bedroom, she locked the door behind her and finally let herself break. She stripped off the dress and threw it in the corner. She’d burn it later. Or throw it away. She never wanted to see it again.

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."

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.

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.

Her movements were fast and precise. Leslie was not like most healers. Many people in the pack still remembered the day she arrived years ago to compete for the healer’s position in Obsidian Veil. There were older healers who had served the pack for decades and they did not like the idea of a young outsider taking their place. But Leslie proved them wrong. She had studied medicine outside the Obsidian Veil for several years before returning. She knew modern human medicine and she also possessed the healing abilities of a gifted wolf.