Leslie Kyle Novels & Stories

I still, could not move. Sarah cleared her throat before starting "Working for one of the worlds leading companies is tough, especially as the CEO's personal publicist. But this woman manages to conquer the task without so much as giving her opponents a second glance. Leslie King, the 24 year old Los Angeles native has been working for Harrison inc. for two and a half years, and has received back lash from the media and publicist's as well regarding her shocking young age. Most publicists are nearing their forties before they are able to successfully climb the ladder, but not this woman.

No wonder Melissa didn’t approve of their relationship; it is about her reputation all along. “Do you happen to have a picture of Charles, the guy you dated? or can you identify him if I show you some pictures?” I asked. Kate’s POV “Of course, I know him very well.” He then showed me various photos. One of the photos really caught my eye. That person definitely looks like Charles I thought. “Do you have more photos of this guy in black denim jacket?” I asked Stanley’s POV I am so excited now, this is getting interesting. “Yes, I do” I answered. She took the photos after much comparison and thought, “that’s is Charles!” she said

Dressed in an oversized light purple shirt with ripped jeans, Levy came out of the resting room. Leo seemed to be still going on and on about how they couldn’t afford to hire her but Kyle was clearly not having it, he smacked the aisle of the kitchen platform with his hand and calmly yet with an authority that was hard to miss said, “ I don’t need you to tell me that we don’t have the funds, the shelter is doing well and we can somehow manage to pull a few more sponsors if we work a bit hard, as for the restaurant … it's not that I am trying to complain to you but I don’t think fighting with every other customer without bowing down in the slightest is how you should be working. I understand

Kyle feigned laughter while biting his lower lip and asking, "Isn't there Miss Rose next to Louis? If I do anything, everything will be in the eyes of Miss Rose. In the end, what I have just stated is completely accurate. Now, all I want to do is go to the restroom and play around with my hair a little bit; why won't Ryan let me do that? When he said that, all that he heard was Stephen's icy response, which was, "Don't worry! Could you please use the restroom? I don't think it's possible for anyone to trick me!" Kyle bowed his head and left in obedience, despite being unable to conceal the anxiety and fear that he was feeling. If this lie of his is discovered, then he will not only be unable

Yet today, the man who had once stood invincible now lay quietly in the coffin, a mere part of the past. Noah’s spirit stood silently to the side, watching it all unfold. He saw his wife, Kate Leslie, overcome with grief, her eyes swollen and red, her face marked by tear-streaks that had yet to be wiped away. Dressed in a long black gown, Kate struggled to maintain her composure, but the raw sorrow in her expression betrayed the depths of her heartache.

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?”

Sarah asked, amused. Leslie, the coffee shop owner, smiled wryly. "She demanded to see Kai, and I told her we don't sell people. She hurled curses at me, and I reminded her that insulting Kai's sister wouldn't win her any favors. Then, she threatened to involve her lawyer." Leslie turned to Chelsea. "Hi, I'm Leslie. And you are...?" "Chelsea," he replied. "Friends with Arc, apparently." Leslie's eyes sparkled. "Ah, yes! Maz mentioned you. He's my younger brother."

"The contents of this invite proves my very right to enter the Lycan's kingdom where the contract renewal is bound to be held." "The contract renewal will go as planned even without the Queen Luna's presence." Quinn narrowed his eyes as though warning me to back off. "That's just another way of discriminating me from all this, my lord." I know he'll bite back from this. "Leaxandra, darling, you are Lumina's Luna. No form of discrimination shall be thrown your way." He came closer to cup my chin up and force me to look him straight in the eye. "But your inclusion from this trip is a risk I cannot take."

Daisy Hunter opens the door of her office, immediately she meets face to face with her boss Wade Roberto. "Daisy, I was actually coming to meet you at your office." His voice was barely above whispers. "Okay, I was actually bringing the paperwork of Mr Chan Lee for you to sign." Daisy said, her voice laced with bewilderment. As they walked through the corridor, the chandelier's light shimmered through the entire corridor flooding the whole corridor with a touch of grandeur.

“You’re going to be fine. You’re stronger than this. I know that you are hurt, but we need you to be alive. If we're going to get to the bottom of all of this, we are going to need you to stand.” The pack doctor rushed in with his kit, already barking orders. Liam stayed near the door, his jaw tight, watching as Selene was dragged out, her sobs echoing down the hall. “Since when did we have cameras in this room?” Liam asked, raising an eyebrow at me. “We don't.” I said, making him smirk. Though I could see the anger in his eyes, he was still worried about Kai. “We are going to get to the bottom of this.” He said, and I nodded.