Lesley And Granger Novels & Stories

Tell me. [Grandma Granger: My ultimate request is for you to let go of Guy and stop taking his blood. Is that possible? Now that Leon is helping you and even asked me to let go, he made it seem as if I’m being irrational. You’ll all understand my worries once you get old, though. I only want my grandson to be healthy, so is that too much? Whatever, you won’t understand anyway. Since this is all happening, there’s no use in me speaking more. You need another fifty days to be cured. In the next fifty days, I hope you all can take good care of Guy. Otherwise, the Granger family won’t forgive anyone! Ah, also, Leon signed a life-and-death contract to ensure us. If anything happens to Guy, Leon w

Like everyone in the room, Granger was also wearing a black outfit–he was mourning with them for the death of Herald. He looked like he was carrying something heavy on his shoulders. This was a different kind of Granger they used to know. Granger did look like he was having it hard to cope with Herald’s death, his former ally. He stood on the doorway as his eyes met Georgia’s first, then to Lily, and to Hazel at last–as if he was asking for permission to come inside.

"What a grand scene, Mr. Baxter." "Why, hello there, Mr. Lexington. What an honor to have you here." Bobby greeted him. Grace glanced over, and her eyes met Orson's. She was bending slightly to talk to Paul, and she was the only beautiful woman in the room. It would be easy for him to misunderstand. "Mr. Baxter, make sure to stay away from dangerous deals. Mr. Hyde hates that." Orson's eyes remained on Grace as he spoke. Bobby noticed, and he looked uncomfortable. "Do forgive me. This is Ms. Lewis from Amirate. Ms. Lewis, this is Mr. Lexington from the municipal bureau. He's newly appointed, and he transferred over here with Mr. Hyde."

“Why don’t you believe that they’re really divorced and totally out of each other’s lives? Why do you think it’s all a sham? Why do you think that she’s got full access to the money they stole, or to at least part of it?” “Because, like I said before,” Leeza said evenly, the anger back in her voice now. “She was happy.” Griff cocked his blond head at her. “Still not following you.” “I am,” Dallas said quietly. “I totally am.” “Alright,” Griff said, all amiable charm. “So maybe break it down for the slow guy in the room?” Leeza managed a tiny smile at that, and Griff grinned back. “C’mon, seriously,” he said. “Explain it to me and use small words, OK?”

Bookshelves lined the walls, their shelves filled with a vast collection of knowledge and wisdom. Harley Louis leaned casually against the window, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Let me tell you," he began, his voice alive with animated chatter. "Those old geezers in the Granger family are something else. The moment they caught sight of you returning, I swear, they were spewing curses under their breaths."