Leslie Kyle Novels & Stories

Kyle smiled down at her. “I thought you would love to gift your friend a signed copy of your book,” he started. Of course she would. Leah believed in her dreams more than anyone else. “So, I brought this along.” He paused to retrieve something from his breast pocket. “Of course I brought a sharpie too. You don’t have to worry about that.” “Baby.” “I’m sorry for breaking your trust,” Kyle whspered. “And I’ll do all I can to win it back.”

Emily continued to walk towards her family with Lucas. "No hurry. Let's eat something first," Lucas said slowly. Emily nodded and brought Lucas to a decent restaurant. The two arrived at the restaurant. Before they could order, a very arrogant girl appeared in front of them. "Ouch, isn't this Emily?" "It's you, Leslie Tay!" Emily's expression became extremely cold. Leslie was the most outstanding lady in North Cloud Base City. And just like her, she was also a Rank 1 Ultimate King Ranked Realm.

Kyle answered. Lee leaned back. “Alright, kid. Why was I called?” “Daisy is Debby’s daughter,” Kyle said. Lee’s eyes scanned me slowly, assessing. “She inherited her father’s pack,” Kyle continued, “and she came to ask for an alliance, which I granted.” “And why did you grant it?” Lee asked sharply. “Because her mate is a centered healer.” Lee’s eyes narrowed. He shot to his feet and crossed the room in seconds, stopping directly in front of Levi.

(THIRD PERSON’S POV) “What the hell? Why has she not been found?” Leslie growled, clutching her tail angrily and wishing she could use it to whoop someone, anyone! Better still? She would prefer to whoop a Nerd! One named Rory!! Sheila and Joy, who were seated, raised their eyes to look at Leslie, who had been pacing about the hall since they got there. They felt guilty about being seated, and as if reading their minds, she snarled angrily at them.

It was a surprise it didn’t break. Leslie picked that moment to pop into the kitchen. We were so engrossed in our drama that we didn’t hear her car pull up the driveway. Tatiana humphed at the sight of Leslie and stomped out of the kitchen almost bumping into Leslie. “Well someone’s got their panties up in a twist this morning ” Leslie chuckled “Hello Caine” she waved admiration written all over her face. “Hey Les how’s Kyla and beany penny” he sounded calm talking to Leslie.

‎ ‎Liam hesitated, looked at Kyle, then shrugged, a little awkwardly. ‎ ‎“I mean… no.”He scratched the side of his head. “I just thought… I don’t know, he's not like that.” ‎ ‎Kyle snorted softly, “Kid thought I was running some underground drug deal or something.” ‎ ‎Selene laughed, a soft, genuine cackle that filled the space between them. ‎ ‎“Well,” she said, glancing at him with something that lingered a moment too long, “that’s Kyle for you.”

“Then stand by me. Not as a soldier. Not as a pawn. As a sister. Though I do not trust you a hundred percent and I know that you understand that very well, I want to be able to do so.” She nodded, slowly. I exhaled, watching the final mourners walk away from Caleb’s grave. The earth was still fresh. Still unsettled. Like us. “Come on,” I said, turning toward the house. “This war isn’t going to wait for us to heal. And neither are the monsters hiding in that mist. There are things for us to prepare and are standing back here is not going to help anything.” “That I agree with. But first I'm going to need to check on Lysandra. Do you want to come with me?”

I said as I fought a smile. “You give them everything and this is how they treat you,” Gabe sighed. “I’ll get started on your mythical. I’m Adea. What can I get you?” I asked his friend. “I heard. I’m Leo. I’ll take what Gabriel’s having,” he said. He wore a white baseball cap flipped back, his blonde hair was shaved short, but long in the front. He was handsome, his light brown eyes stared at me with interest and a hint of jealousy. As if there was anything to be jealous about between me and Gabe.

Trouble was, she got stuck with the Rejects. Margaret was busting a gut trying to find the Rejects a coach. One guy volunteered but after an hour of trying to coach us-after an hour of Susan being scary, Stefanie being a snob, Harper being late, Rosie being weird, Nora being overenthusiastic, me being underenthusiastic, everyone arguing or playing so badly it was a pain to watch-he quit and walked off the field. Charlotte Grace saw all this stuff happening. She came to the training every week, videotaping the star players on my Dad's team. She occasionally looked over at my team, secretly laughing at the bunch of weirdos I was in, I guessed.

"Want some beer?" "Um, yeah, sure," she answered mindlessly. "Who's Levi?" She then asked, and picked up a framed picture of a beautiful woman in her late 20's riding a bicycle. She had pale blue eyes, kind of like Jesse's - except that his had brown speckles. The woman was wearing a big smile. It was so contagious, that K felt a warm smile creeping up on the corners of her lips, too.