Fast 6 Letty Novels & Stories

I sighed in frustration at seeing Silas in this state. "I'm suspicious of Letty, Freya, and Terrance," Mac whispered as I questioned him. "I overheard something strange." "What did you hear?" "Freya and Terrance are telling Letty to stay close to our Alpha for their plan to succeed," Mac revealed. ************** Letty - POV

“Get off me! Out! Move!” “Hello!” Letti exclaimed anyway as she smushed her own hand back into Anzi’s face and defied her eviction. “Hello, Chieftain. I’ve heard so much about you. My name is Violetta, but friends call me Letti and since you’re very, very close with my best friend Anzi, I’ll have to insist you call me Letti as well. It’s such a pleasure to meet you—” “Get out!” “Let me in!”

, his father would say. Leo Peters was a tall, lanky redhaired. Leo was more like a sidekick to the group. He was always running errands for them, carrying out their little mischievous teenage orders and just in summary, he kisses their asses. Initially, he used to be an A list student until one day he came to school with his hair dyed black. Everybody was surprised and couldn't recognise him at first. That day, the teacher asked him a question and he flopped terribly, that added to their surprise because he never failed any question that was asked in class. From that time till their current grade, he became a C student. And the laughable thing was that he shared surnames with Jason. So when

My attention snaps back to the screen as messages flood in. Aunt Letty: It’s finally happening, isn’t it? followed by a row of celebratory emojis.

“You’ve done your research.” “I prefer preparation.” I answered A faint curve touched her lips. “Yes. You do.” Her gaze moved to Letty. “And this must be Letty .” “Yes.” I answered as Letty extended her hand gracefully. “Leticia Wells.” Helena shook it. “ I have heard a lot about you” she said “Same here” Letty replied Her grip was firm and assessing. “Beautiful,” Helena said softly. “And steady.” Letty smiled calmly. “Thank you.”

Jenny asked with a scornful look, similar to the one Miti had given her earlier. "I have an event at work, so I might be coming home late tonight," Letta replied, putting on her heels, ignoring Jenny's sneering gaze. "You might as well not come home, because no one in this house is expecting your return," Jenny said, making Letta once again have to shut her ears. "I'm leaving," Letta finally said. The online taxi she had previously ordered had arrived in the modest yard of Jenny's house. Jenny began to berate Letta with shouts, similar to how Miti treated her, causing Letta to quickly get into the taxi and slam the door shut.

She wouldn't be satisfied to have to end up like that. There was a soft knock on the door. "Who's it?" Liya asked impatiently. "It's me, Letty." A woman's voice could be heard outside the door. "What's the matter?" Liya sat up and frowned. "I've brought you something to eat." Letty sounded gentle. Liya was outside for the whole day. She was already getting hungry. Therefore, she was delighted to hear that. She immediately got up and opened the door. Surely enough, a helper named Letty had brought over desserts and snacks, which were all Liya's favourite.

"Just like that, do it. Before I get to work, I want everything I've entrusted to you to get done and you probably know me, right, June? Don't make any silly mistakes in my eyes, or you're prepared." Laetus Allison subduedly moved his beautiful, elongated finger across the tablet screen, it must be said that his typing speed made Keitha Patric a little nervous, she feared that with the momentum of the other person's screen pressing speed, the poor screen would probably crack.

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.