Ff7 Leslie 소설 & 이야기

he says darkly, he leaves my hand, he turns around towards Hera's dungeon but I run and stand in his way. I put my hand on his chest to stop him "You will not touch her, she's helping us" I say standing my ground, he pushes my hand away as if it burned his skin, I look at my hanging hand in shock. "She is ruining us" he puffs out an angry breath, and walks past me hurriedly. "Reject me Dominic! reject me now!" I scream behind him but he doesn't stop to answer. "I Celeste, the choosen Luna of the Red Moon pack reject....." My words are cut short as Dominic reaches to me in no time and pulls my hair, "SHUT UP!" He screams, his whole body shaking in anger.

Esme cried in disbelief. Crash! Lesel's body staggered and fell instantly. The dagger pierced her heart. Leon's maneuver made it all possible. He had warned Lesel not to disturb his family. That warning was the best thing the mafia boss could do. "Le-Leon...." The last breath of the princess turned into a vow to the man who became her obsession. Even at the end of her life, Lesel didn't let go of Leon easily. "My goodness!" Arren was shocked and speechless. She didn't think Lesel had gone completely mad. How could a noblewoman and a leader like her destroy herself with baseless obsession? Truly, love and obsession were very different.

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.

They are as beautiful as a starry night sky. The Crimson Clan's leader stood in front of Lesley with her head high, oozing with confidence. Her smile is soft and warm, but her eyes and stares are full of authority. She was intimidating but admirable. The woman gives an aura of a queen. "Hello! I'm Lesley Madrigal! Nice to meet you!" Lesley said, extending her hand. She couldn't take her eyes off Catharina's beautiful face. She can see Kieran's resemblance in her.

I smiled and turned toward the sound. “Goddess, Solon, you couldn’t wait until the car stopped or are you trying to hurt yourself so I can take care of you,” Leslie scolded as she got out of the car. She looked me over and her expression softened. "You look like a pack Luna, Talia," Leslie finally said. "A real one." She glanced past me to where Della was standing. "I see Della hasn’t driven you crazy yet.” Della stepped forward with a wide smile. "Oh, it is nice seeing you too, Leslie.”

For a while, she closed her eyes, feeling the throb of her pulse—fast, exhilarated, afraid. Aria’s whisper slithered through the silence. “Queen, Lesley. Do you hear it? Queen.” Lesley opened her eyes, their once-warm brown now glinting hard as steel. “Then we aim the blade,” she said quietly. “And we aim it at the Flame.”

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.

so why the hell did Louis turn out the way he did? "I still think you’re weak and entirely undeserving of any such title," Lesley voiced yet again from across the table. I let out a low, defeated sigh, playing the part perfectly before I spoke. "I might be weak, Uncle Lesley," I started, finally raising my head just enough to look at him timidly. "But even someone as high up and powerful as you are comes down to me at the medical wing for any slight medical inconvenience. So, I believe I can at least contribute to the pack somehow." I let my gaze drop back to the table meekly. "Just give me the opportunity to stand beside my mate, just like the Moon Goddess wanted me to by pairing us togethe

"That's the Lycan Princess? What presence!" "Who's the white dress? Looks like the Alpha's servant…" The words pricked Josephine; her shoulders shook. Leila acted like she hadn't heard. Suddenly, she held out a hand to Josephine, scarlet nail polish glinting cold under the lights. "Heard Lucas funds a genius at his business school—full scholarship. A pleasure to meet you, Miss Curran. Off to the human world for more studies, I hear?" Josephine had to let go of my arm. Her fingertips barely brushed Leila's skin before jerking back—Leila ran hotter than most wolves, that royal blood burning. The Omega looked seconds from tears.

And there was Leslie—leaning against it, a cigar in her hand. “What did you do?” I asked. “What are you talking about?” she replied, eyes skimming over my soaking wet clothes, feigning confusion. But I knew better. She wasn’t clueless. She knew exactly what I was talking about. Leslie always knew—how to be good, how to be evil. “Why did you push her into the water? Sable can’t freaking swim.” She laughed, flicking the cigar to the ground and grinding it under her heel. “So what are you now? The protector of all women?”