Ff7 Leslie Novels & Stories

I explained, my tone more serious now. Chelsea's jaw clenched, her curiosity evident. "Does it have the ability to foretell the future?" she asked, her voice tinged with skepticism. It wasn't every day that she encountered a creature like Lune. I could see that she was cautious around creatures, always on guard against potential threats. Tonight, the lemur's behavior had only reinforced her belief, but it was my presence that had kept her safe. To her words, I shrugged my shoulders casually. "It has the ability to detect danger," My purpose in bringing her here was clear—I needed to know what lay ahead for her, especially if there were potential threats. I had to be prepared for any eventual

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?”

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.