Ff7 Leslie 소설 & 이야기

"Scarlett." ******

“That’s a battle scar! Honey, to be able to drag a cheating Alpha through the mud in front of the entire world like that? I wasn’t that bold even in my youth.” She turned and looked at me seriously. “Lyra told me you have a nose that can smell the soul of a plant. More importantly, you have a heart that can keep a clear head through the worst kind of pain.” She took out an exquisite crystal vial containing a silvery liquid. “This is my unfinished work, ‘Moon’s Tear.’ It requires a special catalyst—an emotion born from the severing of a bond, one of heart-wrenching pain, followed by a rebirth.”

they cried tearfully, "Let us redeem our wrong, please. We will help you look for Persephone." "Then you shall go and find her in a form of bird-like monsters. Your wings shall carry you across the lands and seas so that all would know of my missing child. This is your punishment. You will not be released from it until someone hears your singing." As soon as Demeter spoke, the Seirenes suddenly saw golden plumage cloaking all over their limbs. They now had feathers and feet of birds. Yet to preserve their glorious song and melodious enchantment, the goddess let them retain their fair maidens' face and sweet charming voice. It was both a blessing and a curse.

Some battles are not mine to fight. “You’re right. I and Azrael have nothing in common, but we have something that keeps us together; his books and my loyalty to each title.” Leslie replied. “And I don’t need someone like you to tell me how, when, and why I should make decisions that satisfy you.” I heard Leslie take a few impatient steps away before it stopped and came closer. “And least I forget, yeah, I am a psychologist.” Leslie said before I heard West cry out and curse before Leslie walked away.

Sebastian said coldly. He was just about to teach her a lesson when a black McLaren pulled up on the side of the road. After that, a classy and attractive young woman dressed in a white tracksuit with her hair up in a ponytail got out of the car. Leslie's mood brightened when she saw the young woman, and she waved excitedly as she called, "Lorelai! Here! This bastard is bullying me…" Leslie was clearly the one who had escalated the situation, and yet there she was, shifting the blame onto Sebastian without another thought.

, l heard every word she spoke but I made myself look busy, adjusting the vase of flowers within arm’s reach. “There is nothing to be done anymore, forget it ,he has already a mate”, Valerie sighed as though this was the conversation that they had many times before. “I was born to be a Luna, no one is going to stop me, just know I will do everything that is possible to be the Luna of this pack”, Leslee growled this time.

A photographer immediately turned the camera lens toward Elara and Lesley. Seeing so many people blocking the doorway, Lesley panicked slightly and instinctively edged closer to Elara. "Elara, what are you doing in Luna's lounge?" Niamh's shock made her voice jump an octave. Meanwhile, Beau studied Lesley carefully, his eyes widening. "Are you Luna?" As soon as he spoke, he scratched his head in confusion. Lesley was wearing an oversized gunmetal-gray tracksuit. Her tall, lean build, sharp facial features, and extremely short-cropped hair gave off an androgynous look.

"That bastard ruined everything. This isn't over! He can play whatever tricks he wants, but he's nothing but an insect in front of General Phelan. Just wait!" Though she worked under Luna, Leslie knew her own martial arts skills were limited. She had no future in that world and could already see the ceiling. However, if she could lock down Ryder, she would become the wife of a high-born family, set for life. Leslie was smart and had planned her path out long ago. While she could still bask in Luna's spotlight, she needed to act fast because when the day came that she lost her place by Luna's side, nobody would even remember her name.

What? “Thanks, Daya! That was such a great session! Can’t wait for strength training this afternoon!” Leslie, one of our younger and newly shifted she-wolves called out. This girl is only 16 and just got her wolf a couple months ago and she was one of the most vocal women about wanting to become a warrior. It makes sense, given her two older brothers, Lyle, and Logan, are warriors. She’s a tough girl and I’m glad she is on the squad.

Changing that person's world view forever. "Tell me what I must do, Felicia. My mind isn't working right now." "I don't want this to be a normal revenge, Luna. They must suffer." Lesley listened to her words carefully. It was as if Felicia was giving her instructions on how to act. Since her own mind was not working. "I know...what to do now." Harshly wiping her tears away, Lesley promised one last thing to a person, because her world would not comprise of any more people after her decision.