Leslie-anne Huff Novels & Stories

"Mom, can you believe this?" Anette said over the phone. She could not believe how insulted she was feeling at that time and it was all because of that low life who could never hold a candle to her. "Honey calm down and tell me what happened in detail" Leslie said. "I went to Joshua's office and his secretary who is his girlfriend insulted me telling me not to come to see Joshua if she is not present" Leslie scoffed over the phone. "What? What right does she have to say that? She is nothing and Joshua would be over her before she can even have the right to say she ever dated him"

“Sharp enough to catch what we’ve missed. Efficient enough to track the digital trail. Someone unconnected to the board. Someone the saboteur cannot predict.” “And who is this person?” Director Hale demanded. “Anne Wills.” The room exploded. Several directors talked over each other. “Who?!” “Maxwell, you can’t be serious!” “A complete outsider?” “What happened to protocol—?” I lifted a hand and the room froze. “She has a background in law, a brilliant analytical mind, and she’s already caught things our own advisors overlooked.” Director Mira blinked. “You barely know her.” “You’re making decisions based on emotion, Maxwell,” Director Hale added sternly. “Dangerous decisions.”

I resisted him and pulled it back into my body, but he was much stronger than me and he effortlessly pulled my hand back out. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be," He hissed. When we got into the mall, we went straight to an infant clothing shop. "Good afternoon Sir and Madame, is there anything I can help you with today?" A lady aged about sixty said in a pretty annoying tone. God everything is annoying me today. Blame it on the hormones girl. The woman had long grey hair tied back in a low ponytail, a long skirt that reached her feet and a loose top. She looked at Leo and then down to me and I saw a slight flicker of disapproval in her eyes before Leo began to talk

Her fragmented memory became sharper as she spoke, and soon an artist was sketching the face of the woman who had haunted her silence for twenty-six years. The plan was simple in design, impossible in weight. If tracking this nurse failed, if Dubai yielded no answers, we would make the search public. Announce the Harrison Heiress. Offer a prize for information. We would drag the shadows into the light if we had to. But I remained behind. Rowan had left me a task—meeting with Malum Sutton, whose proposals to merge with the Harrisons had been constant and insistent. Letters we ignored. Invitations we declined. Yet the Suttons persisted.

The next thing I heard almost made me go mad. "Who the hell do you think you are?!" Annabelle actually wanted to respond to such a person. That would be an insult to her own person. "Her name is Annabelle Siromani, my daughter," I replied in her stead. The two of them turned sharply. I had no doubt in my mind that Anna would be a fuming mess once we were finished there but I simply could not stand by and watch my own child be insulted by a mere receptionist. Right from the first day I saw her, I did not like the girl but I could not just tell my wife to fire her when she had done nothing wrong. At least not then. Finally, I had laid my eyes on a reason to lay her off the job.

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

She would have seriously hated having to replace her brand new brown chiffon knee length halter dress and four-inch heel lace-up sandals. When the transformation was complete, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was so freeing to release her dragon, especially after such a stressful day. Launching herself into the air, Leah reveled in the luxuriating feel of the wind whipping past her scales as she flew towards her destination. While she could have walked to where she was going, it would have taken her more than an hour to get there, whereas flying got her there in no more than twenty minutes. Hazel Drift was pretty large. So, when the war broke out, it was divided into two. Her clan owned thi

“Anna?” “Yes, ma'am, is there anything you need?” “Yes, actually. Do you know where my mother-in-law is right now?” “Anna,” she called out, trying to gain her attention, but Anna's gaze remained transfixed at the door. Leslie followed her line of sight and her breath caught at the sight before her eyes: rows upon rows of designer clothing, shoes, and bags were being wheeled in. And there in the middle of it all was one of New York's most famous designers, Lady P. A gorgeous blonde with baby blue eyes and a kind smile, she walked up to Leslie, who was still shell-shocked, with outstretched hands.

The Jane who had rewritten history and gained an even massive following against all odds. The host turned back to her invite list and unmistakably there was her name, but she did not see her. “We now welcome the CEO of Davious entertainment. The famous model Leslie straguat and the talented Miss Kelly Hoffins, they all beamed with smiles. As the host invited them to the stage. As they scanned around letting the cameras capture their best smile, the host asked the question that was on everyone's lips.

The celebration kicked off with Laura introducing her friends to the invited guests, one of which was Laurel who was Chris' friend. According to Laurel, he works as a security guard at Hollando Ventures. "Really, Hollando is a very big company" "Yes. I haven't been with them for so long" "Not so bad. You're welcome once again. Please have fun" He only gave a sign of accord by nodding his head. She left to attend to other visitors as it was almost time for refreshments.