Fast 6 Letty Novels & Stories

Chapter 5 Hannah's POV Manila is nothing like the island. On the island, you can hear the breath of the ocean; here, all you hear is the suffocating roar of engines and the impatient honking of jeepneys. The air doesn't smell like salt and roasting corn; it smells like exhaust and old rain. ​It has been three months since the black helicopters took Luke away. Three months of silence. ​I smoothed out my blazer—the most professional thing I owned—and looked up at the glass giant standing in the heart of Makati. CROMWELL LEGACY. The name was embossed in silver, gleaming under the harsh midday sun. It looked untouchable.

Before we went for our college entrance exam, Flora Reid snuck a mini walkie-talkie into Theo Anderson’s bag. In the past, I had quickly rushed over to warn Theo about it. I reported it to the teachers too. Flora was banned from the examinations due to suspected cheating, and she was brought to the police station. Theo was very grateful toward me for saving him. Hence, he asked me to be his girlfriend. I thought the feeling had been mutual. On the day we filled out our college applications, he switched my Ivy League college to a regular community college. “You ruined Flora’s life, so I’m ruining your future. Do you really think you deserve to go to an Ivy League? “You should spe

By the time Asmaira emerged from the kitchen with Lexie, Amaan had already hurried out of the restaurant. “I knew he was arrogant. How rude to ask for someone and then leave without meeting them? Honestly, Asmi, rich people these days have no respect,” Lexie griped in annoyance. Asmaira frowned at the unwelcome nickname. “How do you know he was rich?” Asmaira asked, turning back to her work, showing no interest in the ensuing chatter.“Oh, he was wearing a limited-edition Rolex, and I watched him step out of a Rolls-Royce Phantom. You know, that car that hits 100km in like five seconds…” Asmaira rolled her eyes at Lexie’s relentless rambling.

"I'll handle the rest. Calm your nerves." The morning news was playing on the TV. Bolting Group and 12 other companies had struck a partnership with Hewitt Group. The news put an emphasis on Bolting's heir, Brandon Bolting. He was holding Wendy's hand, while Ms. Wollock and Ms. Summers bowed to him in respect. A man only had respect if he had power and came from a brilliant family. That was the rule in their circle, just like it was also an unspoken rule in their circle that a man with nothing but looks would only be a plaything.

I stared at him, completely lost. A second later, a familiar woman's voice floated out from the car speakers. "Then you have to use my favorite strawberry-flavored one tonight, okay?" My eyes widened in shock. I felt the blood in my veins turn to ice. "I made a bet with Jessica about how you would react when you found out I was cheating. I said you would slap me, and she said you would ask me why," Ian said lightly. "If I win, she wears black stockings. If she wins…"

Corrine smirked, still clearly on cloud nine. “Seriously? That’s all you’re going to tell us.” Letty looks offended by this. “I want the spicy details: how big is he, what positions did he take you in, how long did he last, and how many times did you cum?” I chuckled at that. Letty looked like she would die if she didn’t get the answers to her questions. She looked eager and was sitting at the edge of her seat. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, and I ended up laughing. It was damn hilarious, and she had this comic look on her face that made it all the more funny.

“You’re saying I can fuck that ass too?” Letty’s smirk grew, her fingers teasing her clit as she locked eyes with him, letting out a breathy “Mmmhm.” “Oh, I’ll let you wreck this ass… if you make it worth my while. Say, bump Patel Enterprises’ cut from three million to three and a half, fuck, make it four, and I’ll let you tear my holes apart all night.” He let out a low chuckle, but instead of answering, he lined up and rammed his fat, rigid cock balls-deep into her sopping cunt in one merciless stroke, punching the air from her lungs.

Letty laughed mockingly as she spoke to her. Livia was taken aback by the accuracy of Letty’s statement. She acted without considering the potential consequences, displaying a remarkable level of empathy. “Am I considered a top actress? Do you think I have what it takes to succeed as an actress?” Letty spoke to her. “Sure thing, Letty! You have an incredible talent! You are an exceptional daughter!” The woman accompanying Letty, who is likely her mother, Letezia, also expressed praise. Everything was part of their plans, which Livia had already calculated. She is a fool to believe Letty’s request for help when the truth is that it was their plan to lock her within her own town house and mur

Letta immediately ran to her room upon returning from Arabella's boutique. She took off all her clothes and stepped into the shower, dousing her entire body with cold water to alleviate the trembling sensation. Letta closed her eyes, hoping to find calm within herself. But that wasn't what Letta found. As all her past memories were now vividly etched in her mind, her encounter with Merry truly drew her back to the Past. All the faces she had once forgotten slowly resurfaced in her memory: her aunt, Miti, Mia, Abian, Merry, and Sean. The people she had previously forgotten were now vividly visible. She recalled their beaming smiles.

Two Alphas, One Table The council room smelled like old wood and burnt candle wax and the particular tension of people pretending to be calm. Betty arrived at noon exactly not a minute early, not a minute late, wearing the plain dark training clothes she had started favoring since arriving at Shadow Fang, her hair pulled back, no ornament, no performance. She had learned recently that the most powerful thing she could wear into a room was the simple fact of not needing it to think well of her.