Lester Averman Novels & Stories

“Stop it. That’s silver.” He pulls my fingers away and stares at me with something approaching sorrow. He’s a good-looking man, big and broad-shouldered, with clean-cut features and a shock of black curls flopping over his smooth brow. His dark eyes bore into mine when he grips my wrist and pulls it away, back down into my lap. “Do I know you?” I ask. “Yes. I’m Lester. You don’t remember?” I shake my head. The man, Lester, looks over his shoulder at Tully. “Take care of her,” he says and gets up.

" Roger dials Lester's number and the phone rings. Lester is sitting in front of an expensive-looking leather desk. An assistant walks into his large office. The room is filled with priceless art. Lester gets from his desk and pours himself a glass of whiskey and walks up to the Large windows close to him. His office is situated on the 105th floor of a high-rise building overlooking the ocean. Lester's phone rings and he answers "This is Lester speaking." "Hi Lester this is Roger speaking, I am not sure if you remember me, you took me to that jazz bar in Bantry bay one night. The best evening I ever had." "Roger! yes, I remember you, the man with the lady troubles, did things ever work out?

Alpha Leonardo; Just as Anthony had promised, his boys and cars were ready. The only part of him I settled with — he was always available when called upon. Even if it was his worst day, he would still show up for you. At first, I hated this so much about him. He was always available to carry out the mission of his annoying father. Then, admiration replaced hatred. I found myself loving him for this reason. Even while our both families were mortal enemies, there were days Anthony still showed up for me. The reason why he was my first call-to-action person right now Max and Liam were not available.

I wasn’t a man who hired someone without being fully prepared or aware of who they are. “Her being an elf does not stop her from working at my place. As long as she follows the rules and does not cause any trouble, I don’t mind where she comes from or what creature she is” I said, looking at the man who raised an amused eyebrow at me. He didn’t say a word for a few seconds before motioning for me to take a seat. I nodded at Natasha to leave, and sitting down, Carter waited by the stairs as he watched us, not wanting to associate with the Lycan.

Valerian had never been a man easily unsettled. His world had always been shaped by discipline, control, and a sense of calculated detachment. He could endure silence for days and had built emotional fortresses high enough to keep even his own grief from leaking out. But ever since Nivera had entered his life, those walls had begun to fracture in places he never anticipated.

Not falling. Descending. A shape resolves within the tear: vast, geometric, impossibly precise. Wings of fractured light unfold, each segment rotating independently, covered in sigils that rewrite themselves faster than my eyes can track. The Reverent recoils violently within me. Directive presence detected. Arbiter-class. Blake swears. “That’s… bad, right?” “Yes,” I breathe. “That’s catastrophic.” The Arbiter lowers itself until its feet—if they can be called that—hover inches above the ground. Midnight screams beneath it, ley lines flaring bright red before dimming under the suppression field radiating from the being.

He was such a pleasure-driven beast. Lewis came down just as she was cursing him. "Do you want breakfast, Mr. Alvarez?" Mrs. Larson quickly greeted, trying to warn Avery to stop cursing. Avery turned to look at him. He was in his usual black attire that accentuated his broad shoulders and slender legs. He looked pretentious in every way. He was speaking on the phone and dismissed Avery's presence. Mrs. Larson saw his attire and guessed he was going out, so she brought him his coat in a jiffy. Lewis took it from her and left the mansion without looking back.

Antonio was dying and he needed someone strong to take over his empire and who better than a kid he found on the streets in Italy that was heading down a wrong path. I changed my name legally once I was back to the state I no longer wanted anything to do with Isla Martago’s name so I became Avery Cole. The door opened and Luciano stood there with his hands behind his back. His timing is fucking impeccable. I stood on my feet and took long strides toward him. “It’s all there. You were right he’s been doing more than watching her,” Luciano hands me the folder and I quickly open it and grab the photos and flip through them. My jaw clutches tightly.

Among them, two pairs of amber eyes fixated on the cabin, the Beta and the Head Warrior of the Blue Orchid pack tasked with observing and bringing the troubled man within to their pack, who was entirely unaware of the species’ existence. Arthur's thoughts were a tumultuous sea, crashing against the shores of his conscience. He replayed the moments of his betrayal, each one a dagger plunged deep into his heart. He had been deceived by those he once trusted, led astray by the stories told by Sarah and Richard. In his blind pursuit of revenge, he had brought only misery to the ones he held dearest.