Lenny The Shark の小説・ストーリー

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?”

“But don't worry, I'm just tracking this shark, not trying to catch her. Besides, you were fine.” “I was in the ocean next to a very large shark,” Aiden countered. “I would prefer to keep my animal encounters to ones under me on the food chain.” “There's a shark under our boat?” I asked, peering over the edge of our suddenly very flimsy, floating vehicle. I was expecting to at least see a dark shape, but all I saw was dark blue water. “A lemon shark, to be precise,” Izzy answered. Her eyes lit up like a kid at Christmas. Noah smiled at her enthusiasm for the creature, love showing in his gaze.

Not crew? _Thump-thump. Thump-thump._ I showed Alex. Alex grinned. “Yeah,” Alex said. To phone. To Chloe. “Text me about sharks. I have a new one. _MEGALODON_. It’s bigger than _GREAT WHITE_. Deal?” _Silence. Bedroom. 9:05 PM._ Phone buzzed. Chloe. _MEGALODON is scary. But 7 is scarier. In a good way. Night, 7._

Lena says "Hey! It seems that this clown over there is disturbing may I use him as a practice mannequin?." Lust screams "No please don't toast my ass!!!!!!!"

I shake my head but he gives me a nod “M-my f-favourite a-animal is a shark” I see him grinning but I don’t understand why “What kind of shark? Come on Olivia focus on me” – he says “White shark” – I say while I hold his fingers between mine one at a time. “Good, keep playing with my fingers” I nod “So, tell me what your favourite colour is?” “Blue, sky blue, like your eyes” – I say and regret immediately, Stupid, stupid.

Lenny wiped his face again and protested, "I'm not making it up! Look at my face and hands—there's water on them. Ugh, the water is disgusting. It's all sticky, like spit!" More drops fell on his face as he spoke, accompanied by a long, thin tongue that dangled down like a whip. The tongue licked Lenny's face several times. He seemed even more confused and said, "It really is raining, Mr. Keller. I'm not lying to you." Logan's voice trembled as he said, "Lenny, don't move. Stay absolutely still, even if you want to…" Tiana, Chantelle, and Natasha had already started backing away, their lips quivering as they covered their mouths with their hands. They could not help but look up, following th

Lenny on the other hand always had a reputation for being a bit of a wild child and she cemented that reputation when she got pregnant and dropped out of college. “Too much?”Lenny asked while doing a little spin making both Lynn and Hannah giggle. Even while trying to be modest in appearance, everything about Lenny's essence screamed at you in the face. She was too much. Once the brief giggling session was over, they maintained a gaze and shared a knowing look between themselves before Lynn broke the silence;

(Kenny) Kenny was a road worker that on his lunch break, having his lunch at the cheapest and local restaurant in town. In the hub of the bustling Shark City, the life has never been better for the commoner, but now, the city were filled with opportunity. Right now, it was at the high noon, and many of the citizen were on their break, having their lunch at one of the restaurant owned by Shark Region natives, Bernard. “I heard that too…Hey Bernard~ you’ve been to New City right?…What is the deal with FLoris City?…is it true that it can fly?..”. (Hannes)

Lena said. “Omg Kennel!!” The girl screamed. Lena was puzzled on who the girl referred to as ‘Kennel’ the girl rushed to Jeremy,she didn’t move further as she saw the look on Lena face,she became scared to proceed. “I am also a big fan of yours,I love all your movies”

“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