Leslie Ff7 Novels & Stories

“I’m not sure I want to build a shield if it’s going to keep Rave from touching me like that.” Dominic’s eyes narrowed. “That’s actually a good point,” he said after a moment of thought. “Subconsciously, you might sabotage yourself. Rave, how about if you just touch her shoulder, okay?” Rave poked his finger lightly against Leesa’s shoulder. “Like this?” Leesa smiled. “That’s better,” she said. “It doesn’t feel nearly as delicious.” “Okay,” Dominic said. “Go ahead.” Leesa closed her eyes for moment, concentrating. “Bonduur,” she said when she opened her eyes. She tried to picture the air in front of her turning into thick glass.

That morning, as I rounded the corner in search of Apollo, I stumbled upon my mate instead. The sunlight highlighted the spattering of freckles along her shoulders and cheeks, illuminating the fiery strands of her curls. I enjoyed the way I towered over her, how she had to crane her head upwards to gaze at me. She had just as much trouble tearing her eyes away as I did. Leslie had been hired on the spot for her intuitiveness, and unique form of magic. She was the only employee I had met personally, to ensure her and Rachel would get along and that she could be trusted.

"K! Guys, who do you think will finish their game first.... what the? The enemy team surrendered? Without giving me a chance?" "Same here. So annoying!" Leo complained. "Let's try again." she suggested and Leo nodded. This time, they met on the opposite teams. Leo stared at Lisa and shivered. "I'll initiate surrender." "Nope! Fight to the death." she said. After the countdown, they saw the heroes each other used. Lisa used Tigreal 'Gold Baron' while Leo used Dyrroth's KOF skin 'Orochi Chris'. Lisa's allies were using: Vale- Cerrulean winds.

Hence the small age difference. I'll leave the image of Justin to your imaginations but for Chris, I imagined him as Lucky Blue Smith. Go ahead and g****e him, if you don't know him. please leave a review of the book if you like it!

“I couldn’t agree more. I can barely keep a goldfish alive. I’m not capable of micromanaging your life. I wouldn’t want to. Do you really think so little of me?” “I don’t know to be honest. I was always told that if I bonded myself to another then I was giving myself to him.” “As I give myself to you,” I whispered. She sighed but scooted just a little closer to my side. We ate in mostly silence. “So how is the hunt going anyway?” Leslie finally asked. “Are we even close to bagging that cyber jerk you’re after? I was hoping to hit the road today. I’m feeling lucky and that casino we passed is calling my name.”

Out of anger , I grab her hair and slam her face against the TV as she falls backwards and hit her head on the glass table. " Oh my God." Leslie collapses on the ground unconscious with blood oozing out of her head. Shit! .........

Alpha Alex fumes, Hera roles her eyes at him totally ignoring his raging posture. "If you can free yourself as you say than why haven't you escaped yet?" I ask curiously, something inside me said that she wasn't lying. "Pfft.. Luna Celeste my security is one of the best among all packs, I don't think you believe her words do you? She can't even breathe if I don't permit it" Alpha Alex puffs out his chest, assured of his security. Hera glares at Alpha Alex, her lips than pull up to an evil smirk. She looks around the room and than stops her gaze at me.

She immediately bowed and so did her four companions, "Sorry, Your Highness for the blasphemy we did." "Y-You're the princess?" the man who pulled her asked. It touched Luna's hair but Sebastian immediately hit its hand. "Don't touch her!" Sebastian's complaint. He looked at the princess and smiled at her, "I'm Sebastian Chamillet, the most beautiful man that you will see in Magia." He looks like an angel but is a thorny warrior because of the scar on his eye. "I am Cassius Rodgers, Your Highness." the brown-haired man introduces himself, at the same time kissing the princess's hand.

she whines trying to get her hands free from mine. “Do not talk about her like that!” I snarl. She glares at me, “I was supposed to be your Luna. You promised me. And I will not give up until I am your Luna,” Leslie says. I realize now how delusional she really is. How did I not see this before? Clearly, I was thinking with a different part of my anatomy.

“Last time you barely won, and only because you cheated with that ridiculous feint.” Cassian’s mouth curved into a slow smile. “Cheated? I call it strategy. You just hate losing to someone who can predict your every move.” “Please,” Liora scoffed, stepping closer. “You predict nothing. You just get lucky. If we fought fair—no royal tricks, no holding back—I’d have you on your back in under a minute.” His eyebrow arched. “Big words for someone who still flinches when I shift first.” “I do not flinch.”