Gusion Dan Lesley Novels & Stories

“Let's put a halt to this tormenting wait. I promised to return to you, here I am. I, not only just returned to you, I am here to be yours forever.” Tears filled her eyes, “You can’t be serious, r-right? Are you truly ready?” “Yes, I am here to take you away.” He paused, ready for the final moment. “Will you be the partner of my every journey, Lesley?" He proposed to Lesley. Oh my God, Lucien proposed to Lesley! I gasped and held Roy's hand tightly, feeling so gleeful for them. Lesley's eyes teared up as she whispered. "Yes... I would love to."

Other news clips brought up headlines that first announced the budding romance between Walter and Giana and then their breakup and then sightings of Giana and Les meeting secretly and being caught by cameras. Les looked so much different. He looked more cold and less himself. Then I saw the way he protected her from the cameras. Held hands with her on the streets. Then I saw an old photo of Giana with a baby bump and a headline that asked, “Whose Baby is it?” Slumping back against my chair, I stared at the picture and felt like I was the reincarnation of Deja Vu. Could Les really lie to me? Knowing I wouldn't get answers in my office, I pushed my chair back, grabbed my phone and stormed out

Yuri sat on a velvet armchair in the corner, holding a clipboard and chewing aggressively on the cap of a pen, her eyes darting between the two brides-to-be. "Daria, I love you, but if this fitting takes another three hours, we are going to miss the flight window for the catering coordinators!" Yuri complained, checking her watch for the tenth time. Daria emerged from behind a rack of silk gowns, holding a pin cushion between her teeth and looking thoroughly offended. "Yuri, my dear, you can manage a multimillion-dollar studio, but you know absolutely nothing about the architecture of love! Lexie Lewis is the Multimedia Idol, and Agatha Nguyen is the ace writer of our generation. They cannot

She wasn’t brave enough, and she knew it. "Good evening, Ben," Lerisa greeted him calmly, meeting his intense gaze. He wore a black tuxedo and looked charming that night, his dark complexion similar to Anthony’s. The DJ switched the birthday music to a cool love song. Lerisa watched as some guests began to dance, swaying happily and walking together onto the stage like couples, holding hands and waists. They were happy lovers enjoying themselves. The event hall was enormous and specially designed for occasions like this—Mr. and Mrs. Gregson also hosted their wedding anniversary here every year.

Lewis kept muttering that words until he calmed down. "Where is she? Where did you hide her! Come on tell me! Is it your brother? Your uncle or your father?!!" Lewis asked her. "What are they talking about? Brother? Father? Who?" Gu's mind was clouded with many thoughts. It was the same as with the girls. They haven't know where and when that happened to Lewis and Leah. They recalled but never been encountered those names. [This world is crazy] "The two just kissed and hugged each other. And, talked like they were fighting for love? I didn't know why?! Leah just turned out into a strange person. Now, who is Lewis? Who is that person?" Gu runs her thoughts.

Close to the mountain, the light was scarce; even at noon, the place felt dim. Few servants wanted to work for Lesley. When one left, few were willing to replace them. He was a disgraced loser: lame, blind, with almost no chance to reclaim anything. Working for him meant ruining your own prospects. At the moment, his household consisted only of his steward, Stanley Baker, who was hard of hearing; Jules Kareena, a woman in her fifties with poor eyesight; and Wendy—three people keeping time in that small world. Wendy had assumed that, because Lesley had once been the heir, he might still know useful things. If she could revive him, persuade him to turn on Jamie, that would be something. It see

“We need to watch the young ones. We can’t afford cracks, not now.” They parted without another word, but Lesley’s whispered venom was already pushing against the pack’s foundations, unseen and dangerous. *Dungeon — Later That Night* Lesley lay back on the cot, staring at the ceiling. She could almost hear Queen Elira’s voice again. Hate her until it breaks these chains. Aria whispered from her cell. “They will regret leaving us breathing.” Lesley smiled. “Oh, they will regret much more than that.” Her eyes gleamed in the darkness, alight with schemes only she and the shadows knew. “The Flame will flicker. And when it does, we will be waiting.”

"From what I hear around town, you found yourself someone to help pass the time." Killian grinned. "Sure did. I'm sure you all know Lexie Choate. She owns Heart Starter." "Lexie?" they all said in unison. "Uh-huh. And we've got great plans." He looked at Jackson and Dylan. "And rumors are spreading about you two. You both fell for local gals?" Jackson nodded, smiling. "Afraid so." "Yep. Happy as a puppy with two tails." Dylan stared off, looking lost in thought.

After the party, I mentioned something to her and her cheeks turned bright red as she told me that it was one of the guards on my detail. Apparently, they weren’t destined mates, but she loved talking to him. Lesley told me that he was kind and always seemed interested in what she was saying. I was sad that he wasn’t her destined mate. Lesley had always wanted to wait for her destined mate. I was scared that if she didn’t find him soon, she would settle down just because everyone around her was getting married.

Both of them were lost in their thoughts. "You know, I feel very thrilled, Bangs. I still can't fully believe that you're free from MNA and that we are together," Lesley said, her tone becoming slower and weaker. "I hope we get to the hideout soon… so we can be more comfortable… and safe…." She paused, letting out a yawn. "I hope everything will be fine…" she muttered and then finally closed her eyes. "Goodnight, Bangs…"