Lenny Summers นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"hello, cute baby girl?" The voice of the young lady as the entrance was the first thing aunty Mimi heard as she walked towards them, "I want to see someone " Joy said and earned a smile from her, the lady picked up a register and asked joy with a kind eye which name she was looking for and she mentioned Maria Sebastian. The expression on her face frozen.

I still didn't get why they liked him. He was handsome, but well… I couldn’t quite get it. Maybe because he was my brother. Summer break was getting close in California, and there was something about the way the sun made everything smell that I loved. I had decided to spend June at my elder brother’s apartment before I resumed college. My brother, Davis, had moved out when he was nineteen and had been living alone ever since he started college. He was pissed off when I told him I was coming over, but what could he do to me?

He could hardly look at his Alpha and Leo left before the wake, feeling like he was only making the day more difficult for Blair. It was all incredibly sad. Hearing Blair and Allison speak about her so fondly broke my heart and I don’t think I’ll ever forget Blair’s face when he watched the coffin lower into the ground. But today was a day to cheer everyone up. Lenny's sixteenth birthday where we would all celebrate his first shift. "Nothing fits me, Leo," I groaned. placing my hand on the ever-growing baby bump.

She's already there, handling his skates. "He is Coach Schmidt. He coaches junior skaters in summer" Everly whispered. "I was informed of a Summer Camp and summer, I don't know how it'll work for you, but you might be included." "A Summer Camp?" "Hm. I heard he rarely takes a foreign skater. If he does, then maybe they are exceptional," she added. "Go and stretch on the side, try to relax your muscles more." It is not a competition nor a local ice show, but the thought of a professional criticizing his every move sounds challenging. He had experienced harsh critiques in ballet, from his novice days till he could perform and hold a role in theater.

I say, heading down. Inside, Lenny’s waiting. He’s in his 50s, used to have a wife and child. Lost them both. Became a rogue. Then tried to join a pack—the one just over from us. Small, too much land, not enough fighters. I caught him once, heard his story, let him go. Now he’s my double agent. “Little Luna! Good to see you,” he grins. “You too, Lenny. What’s up?” “I had a meeting with the spies tonight.”

I couldn't explain it, but I didn't like Zachary's cousin. “Hi, Julia.” “Well, hello to you two,” Lenny said sarcastically with a syrupy fake smile, snapping her finger in the air. “I'm not invisible, right lady?” I snickered. Julia raised a brow, looking at Lenny like she was an insect beneath her feet. “Excuse me?” Damn! Julia. You don't want to go there. “You're quite excused, ma'am,” Lenny shot back. Julia was getting angry. “Is there a problem? Who are you?”

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

As Adrian prepared to act, a strange voice suddenly addressed him. "Greetings, Mr. Adrian. I'm Lenny from the Roy family of Beyford. Leave those small fries to me," the voice said. Adrian paused, trying to recall if he had heard of Lenny before. While familiar with the Roys, he had never heard of a Lenny among them. Moreover, Lenny's offer to handle the "small fries" suggested he was at least a level nine fighter. However, Adrian knew all the level-nine fighters in Dragoria, and Lenny wasn't among them.

“I hear that you were discussing Dr. Summers?” “Yes.” Lindy lowered her head. “Dr. Summers bought a lipstick that’s priced at nearly two thousand dollars today…”

“Take Maggie Thatcher. She wrecked this country—mines, docks, factories. Now she’s rotting. Had a stroke. Doesn’t matter what you are—destroyer or dinghy—the salt gets you in the end. When she goes, I’ll piss on her grave.” He drained his glass. I signalled for another. “Did Bobby look like his father?” I asked. “Nah. Big lump of a lad. Glasses. Worshipped Lenny—followed him everywhere. Puppy dog. Ran errands, made tea. Sat outside here drinking lemonade while Lenny had his pints. Then they’d cycle home.” Bert warmed to the memory. “Lenny was a merchant seaman. Tattoos all over his arms. Didn’t say much, but once he got going, stories for days. Good man. Too good. People take advantage of th