Lenny The Shark Novels & Stories

"Thanks! Perfect timing, I'm thirsty." Her friend's attention naturally shifted to Lenny. Though he was "just" an assistant, he was striking—tall, well-built, and sharp-featured. At first glance, his face was delicate; on closer inspection, it was the kind you appreciated more and more the longer you looked. This wasn't some overworked assistant surviving in the wind and rain—he looked like a minor celebrity. Even at a fashion show, he'd probably rank in the top three for looks. Her friend's mind began scheming. Once Lenny finished dropping them off, she planned to invite him to her party.

The look of incredulity on Shark's face was almost comical. "Bro,' he said, uncharacteristically questioning his friend, 'You've just returned from ...You got such a nice piece of hot pussy at home waiting for you, young and wet...' He never completed the sentence, for with a roar, Lucien flung the tumbler to the ground, smashing it to smithereens as he lunged at Shark. He had gripped the smaller man by the collar and had lifted the struggling man a few inches off the ground before Schwartz was able to free the choking, red-faced Shark.

The powerful men in suits flashed Harvey wretched grins. A shame that Harvey sent them each flying with a mighty kick before they could even do anything. Invincible! That man was invincible! “Harvey, you bastard! I’ll kill you!” Lenny pulled out a firearm and aimed right at Harvey as he pulled the trigger. Kait screamed, “Harvey, look out!” Bang! Harvey did not even pay Lenny the hall manager any mind. With just a single kick, Lenny was sent flying. The bullet from Lenny’s shot struck one of the guards who was standing on the side. Right after that, two more men were sent rolling on the ground.

Lenny came into my arms, soft, warm, and inviting, “If the author would allow it? Lenny's eyes can be fixed, and yes, I'm particular about her. Is that a problem?” Then Lenny turned to me, looking directly at me. “I want to take you home to…” I began, but noticed something was wrong. Lenny wasn't staring out of focus. She was completely focused, staring at me, like she could see. Then she smirked, “Who are you taking home, Wolf?”

Lenny snap and the all groan trying to stay calm . " what do you wanna do " I ask and Lenny smirk "don't worry am about to witness the next age of vampires " she said smiling darkly ...

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.”

To worsen my mood, he sat beside Sonny Fernandez, one of our greatest shareholders. Fucker. "What are you doing here?" I said with gritted teeth after my presentation. "The same reason you’re here," Lenny smirked, giving me a nasty look. "You can't always outshine everyone, Leonel. I've got you in my palm and can crush you like a fly.” My hands balled into fists, nails digging painfully into my palm. Lenny's threats and arrogance had never failed to make me furious. I was determined not to let the prick win.

INVESTORS AND RAYMOND Sharon couldn't help but roll her eyes as Lenny's gruff voice interrupted her task. "Shar, leave the damn cow's udder alone. You're gonna scare the poor thing to death." She shot him a playful glare, the corners of her lips twitching into a smirk and she said, "Relax, Lenny. I'm just trying to help out. Besides, I think Old Betsy here enjoys the attention." Lenny shook his head, his weathered face creasing with amusement. "Sure, Shar. You keep telling yourself that," he said, chuckling under his breath. "Now, get out of here and continue sorting your books.”

It was hard since I wasn't completely sure which part of the ordeal she must have witnessed for her to have dropped by a drunken mess. "Why would Len, Lenny look at a freak like you." she chuckled. "You look like a fucking snowglobe." I was about to tell her it wasn't what she was thinking but the name she said rang in my head. It wasn't Jamal. It was Lenny, his older brother, the crown Prince. Okay, I had to admit I was past the point of being confused. This made confusion look like a cakewalk. How did Prince Lenny fit into any of this?

“Mother Sharon went to get a ladder, and we’ll get you down soon…” Lenny nodded, crying. A bee began buzzing around Lenny and landed on his nose. Lenny turned pale and slapped at it. “Lenny, don’t move…” But it was too late, Lenny started screaming as he fell from the tree. “Lenny!” Hazel’s face changed, and she swiftly put her arms out. She felt her arms become very heavy as Lenny fell firmly into her arms. But the next moment, a crisp click sounded, and there was excruciating pain in her wrist.