Leslie-anne Huff Novels & Stories

Nathan said. "She pulls any girly shit, I'm packing and coming home," Norman said. "Will you both stop worrying, I'm telling you it is going to be great." Nathan said. "Yah that coming from the man who’s bed she will be in every night. Why is her assistant coming?" Jacob asked. "Her assistant is Susan," Nathan told them. "That makes perfect sense now," Norman said. Nathan went over to the map and charts on the table, Norman and Jacob followed him. Look, Cassie said she would have never stayed in that wing, because she could not see the sun rise." Nathan said.

“Somebody making small batch ice cream in funky flavors.” Leslie joined us back at the property. She was a chunky lesbian who wore T-shirts with aggressive slogans, which contrasted with her beautifully manicured and polished set of fingernails, which she kept up with regular visits to a nail salon on Washington Avenue staffed by a bunch of Peruvian sisters and cousins. She was a combination of tough girl, Long Island Jewish princess, and funky artist. Her T-shirt that day featured a picture of Marie Antoinette and the slogan, Let them eat shit.

Juvia stopped mid-sentence. Tristian had opened his eyes as he heard Juvia’s words. He shot a cold glare at her. “I got a news that the worlds top assassin is now Lesley hunter. She has only been in the field for about seven to eight years. The former top killer had been a woman named Honey bone, but she was dead already. I have looked this woman up, and coincidentally, her looks resemble a little to Anne. Do you think Anne had done something as disgraceful as killing people behind our backs? I really don’t understand why she would exchange a life as our family’s miss for a life of a killer,” Juvia mocked slightly and she even felt a little disappointed.

Don't worry he will show up, I'm sure he's not someone who misses work and maybe he was stucked in something moreover I'm sure he didn't travel remember we saw his assistant on our way and Asher doesn't go on any business trip without him" she said and I frowned more. "What if he went on a pleasure trip? I asked pouting and she laughed out loud "Hahahaha can you be more funny my son doesn't leave his business and tons of companies just to go on a pleasure trip; He is a workaholic and you know that" she said and I nodded still not convinced. My name is Nelson Chloe and I am Asher's fianceé. Well he doesn't consider me that but I don't care as long as his mother promise me that I will end up w

’ Annie thought while showing a fake smile and lying to Heart. Heart looked at others. “Are they going to be interviewed as well?” Heart asked Annie while looking at the rest of the sales lady. Annie smirked and nodded. “Yes and for sure you will defeat them.” Annie said sarcastically. ‘Just like you, they will be also be losers. I am going to have it. I am an elegant woman unlike all of you, this is my chance to get closer with Cullen Lee.’ Annie thought and assumed.

Leslie remarked casually as she slowly swirled the cup in her hand, openly scrutinizing Harper. In a swift motion, Leslie extracted her phone from her pocket. "Les, Harpy's already in this state… Can't you just let her be? She's already pitiful enough." Fiona expressed, visibly displeased by Leslie's demeanor. "Let's find out, shall we? Let's give everyone a chance to see what a true fool looks like. To our viewers, could you help determine whether this is the real deal or merely an act?" Leslie declared. Then, she began to capture Harper with her phone and continuously snapped her photos.

“Didn’t you see that he accused me of keeping a sugar daddy? I mean, how could he even think that I could have an affair with Uncle Vicky?” Hearing that, Leslie showed her teeth in an apologetic grin. “I’m sorry. You know how hot and handsome your husband is. It’s a little hard for me to control my feelings.” Then she nudged Anna teasingly with her elbow. “Hey, he even massaged your feet. Wow, so romantic! Just thinking about it is giving me goosebumps.” Anna, irritated, looked up at the ceiling and said, “Oh God, when you made this girl, did you even put a brain inside her or not? Seriously, Leslie, now I feel like opening your head just to check whether there’s actually a brain inside or j

Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter. Glaring back at Mrs Angela, Daisy's countenance changes from happiness to a mixture of concern and bewilderment. "No, I'm Wade's fiancée," Daisy said, her voice laced with trepidation. "You…my son's fiancée?…aren't you his Secretary at the office?" "Yes, I am ma." Daisy Hunter replied, her gaze intent on Mrs Angela. Staring askance at Daisy, Mrs Angela's gaze was laced with venom. "This can't be." Mrs Angela said as she flung the door shut at Daisy's face.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

finally succeeded and revealed Leslie’s identity. It was one hell of a week when it happened. The glaring evidence was difficult to deny. So…well, Leslie is the most buzz worthy business woman as of now; the exceptional talent behind faceless. It fills me with pride to see her being invited daily for magazine and TV interviews, knowing she deserves it all because of how much work she put into it. No one knows she works for my company and we’re doing all we can to keep it that way for now. She’s happy, I’m happy.