Dc Leslie Novels & Stories

she whines trying to get her hands free from mine. “Do not talk about her like that!” I snarl. She glares at me, “I was supposed to be your Luna. You promised me. And I will not give up until I am your Luna,” Leslie says. I realize now how delusional she really is. How did I not see this before? Clearly, I was thinking with a different part of my anatomy.

Lying hidden with her cheek pressed to the ground, Leesa knew she had to do something. And it had to be quickly if she was going to save Dominic. She wracked her brain for an idea. Her strongest power was telekinesis. It was the one she had used the longest and the most often, and with the most success. But in her weakened state, she didn’t think she could move anything large enough to frighten or even concern the wizards. Her eyes flicked about the woods, searching desperately for something she could use. She saw nothing but dead leaves, broken twigs and one rusty old beer can. Sending a few leaves or twigs flying through the air might surprise the black waziri, but that was about all. It w

Whenever Jason visited during the summer and winter break, I was in India. *You look ugly as usual. So Prom already! Who is your date?* *Thanks for the compliment. Someone sweet, cute, handsome, hot, and sexy* *And that sweet, cute, handsome hot and sexy is my brother or Sophie?* *Both 😉* * I know..have a great time* *Thanks. you too* "What the hell man!!" Leslie's shrieked from the dance floor. Leslie's white-blue ombre dress is covered in vomit.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

I asked him Delilah was nothing was a shadow of Eve, with her image like her and her being a human with no superpowers of any kind. “She is Eve!!.” And that was the moment I realized how much he wanted to believe this imposter was his bride and his girl from almost a billion years ago.

Feeling excited, she waved at her eagerly. Lesley stood still for a moment, her bright eyes sparkling as she grinned softly and gave a reserved wave back. Elara couldn't wait any longer. Grabbing Merida's hand, she dashed toward Lesley. Lesley had short, chestnut-brown hair and was dressed in a trendy street-style outfit. She was wearing a fitted black turtleneck sweater under a long white puffer coat. Her long, lean legs were wrapped in black studded skinny jeans. She had soft, rosy lips, bright, well-defined features, and delicate, understated brows and eyes. Elara launched herself into Lesley's arms, and Lesley buried her face in Elara's neck as her ears instantly turned red.

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.

Secretive in thought and emotion, Lycer mostly keeps his past and current struggles to himself, hiding behind a playful persona Lesa: She/Her: Full of love and always protected by the communities around her, Lesa isn't prepared for the betrayal to come to her. Nonetheless, she will persist for not only herself but also the child she carries; determined to give him the same upbringing full of love that she received

her eyes fleeted around, “she graduated with the best grades from the University—” "Leslie did the same thing,” I interrupted. "Despite being forced to study for two people, she still managed to graduate at the top of her class." Liliana squirmed beside me. "She is also the youngest director of Webster Group." “A position she attained thanks to Leslie's efforts," I chuckled. “I was expecting you to tell me something special.” “What is it about Leslie?" Liliana frowned. I glanced at her. "Why?” "I want to know what it is about Leslie that have you so in love with her.”