Leslie Ff7 Novels & Stories

I took a seat near the opposite end of the table, as far from Theodore as possible. "Now that we're all here," Julian began, pulling up a presentation on the screen, "let's discuss the campaign strategy for the product launch." Leslie leaned forward, her dress dipping low, flashing the top of her pale boobs to Theo. "I have some thoughts on that," She talked for ten minutes straight, sounding so polished. She was good. Really good. I had thought she was a bird brain blonde who only had good looks but turned out she was pretty smart. I hated her.

What? “Thanks, Daya! That was such a great session! Can’t wait for strength training this afternoon!” Leslie, one of our younger and newly shifted she-wolves called out. This girl is only 16 and just got her wolf a couple months ago and she was one of the most vocal women about wanting to become a warrior. It makes sense, given her two older brothers, Lyle, and Logan, are warriors. She’s a tough girl and I’m glad she is on the squad.

As she approached him, he got and up and tried to hit Lesly hunter but she huffed in annoyance instead, easily kicking him away from her. Joshua got up from the ground, Lesley hunter was really strong. It felt like he was facing many clones of Maricel. He sighed, he was self aware and knew that he who had just started fighting could not be her opponent. Lesley hunter was actually had so many years experience in fighting compare to him.

Ophelia asked after letting the old woman catch her breath. "I'm afraid I cannot let you know," Lady Leslie shook her head at Ophelia. "I was married to Finlay, their son before his death," Ophelia provided what she had been wanting so badly to hide. But now, she had no option. "So you were Luna of the Crimson Paw pack?" "Aye," "I see," Lady Leslie uttered from the bed she was seated in.

I declared, my voice firm. " I know you do." He said, a knowing look in his eyes. " And I appreciate that. But be careful, son. Leslie is not a damsel in distress. She's a force of nature. And if you're not careful, you might get swept away." I nodded, my mind processing his words. He was right. Leslie was not a woman to be trifled with. She was a warrior, a queen in her own right. " I understand, sir." I said.

“So you've been using us all this while to keep track of your family?“ Leslie said “I wasn't the one who said you shouldn't have a family of your own you could keep track of, bitch!“ Renetha said angrily “And whatever deal I had to join you guys is between the Lady of Wrath and I.“ She added “You got so much nerves don't you, I should have ended you years ago if I had followed Scarlett advised, now I have much reason to end you” she said and launch an attack at her, her hands turned to a sharp shiny blade and she made a strike at Renetha, she dodge it and tried compelling her to use her weapon on herself but she already locked her mind so she couldn't get through, Leslie is the most power fu

And there was Leslie—leaning against it, a cigar in her hand. “What did you do?” I asked. “What are you talking about?” she replied, eyes skimming over my soaking wet clothes, feigning confusion. But I knew better. She wasn’t clueless. She knew exactly what I was talking about. Leslie always knew—how to be good, how to be evil. “Why did you push her into the water? Sable can’t freaking swim.” She laughed, flicking the cigar to the ground and grinding it under her heel. “So what are you now? The protector of all women?”

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.

SAINT'S POV It all made sense when I connected the dots. The uneasiness I felt as I watched walking her away, the unsteadiness in her steps, Liliana blocking my path to engage me in a meaningless conversation and the awfully familiar symptoms. Leslie was drugged with an aphrodisiac. Seeing as she was acting unlike herself, it was a very strong one.

"How did it get this bad? Did someone from Sovereign's Apothecary clash with you? If that's the case, I won't let Theon and those people get away with this." Leslie was shocked to hear those words. She thought, 'Oh no. General Phelan is doing that again. She's so protective, fierce, and way too obvious! Anyone watching would think she was defending her boyfriend!' Andrew, on the other hand, was completely caught off guard. Her sudden concern made him awkwardly scratch his nose and laugh. "Really, it's fine. It's just a minor injury, and it's got nothing to do with Sovereign's Apothecary."