Lester Averman Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"That you were obsessed with Backstreet Boys in eighth grade. I know the street address of your first boyfriend, your niece's name, your roommate's phone number." He drew back suddenly. I shrank under his calculative gaze. I felt so…naked. "I have record of each breath you've ever taken, Bella." "Stalker." I stated. He snorted, before placing his hand on his chest, over his heart, and faked a painful moan. "Oh Bella," He mocked, "That hurt." So, Mariano Rivera was capable of sarcasm. I glared at him. "Do you…know everything?"

. Even if it was just the little things like going to the store and catching deer and fish for them to eat. They helped me buy my first car and decorate the house with furniture. She would tell me how much I reminded her of her grandkids so I started calling her grams to help make her feel better. She never corrected me so it stuck. Raymond wasn’t a fan of me at first but once I helped him change his rack and pinion on his car he started warming up to me. I guess he’s more of got to be impressed for his respect kind of person, but I didn’t mind. Grams never told me she was having visitors over but once I stepped into the house the scent of firewood and apple filled the house. I couldn’t pu

Ava looked over her shoulder at them. Lester raised his hand to her, waving, letting her know everything was going to be all right. He turned his attention back to the Steeles. “Which one of you gentlemen is Raymond Steele?” “I am,” the tallest of the bunch said. “I’m Lester Bartholomew. And as I’m sure you have figured out by now I’m Ava’s father. And that was her mother, Whitney Bartholomew, also known as the Countess of Warwick. We’ve come to retrieve Ava.”

Anna Lester had raised a son after her evilness. Karma is definitely going to visit everyone and pay them back for what they've done. Adrian Lester will pay dearly for what he'd done to Sam Leon and his daughter, sending them to their early graves. “Aren't we going to the burial again?” Richard demanded, glaring at his son with irritation. If Ava hadn't been a responsible woman and respectful when she was alive, he would have left Adrian to handle the funeral alone. Adrian Lester nodded. He would get her buried in a dignified way if maybe he would be able to atone for his sins a bit.

he said with a lopsided smile. Aarvi: "What do you think?" she asked Lester raising her left eyebrow. Lester: "You know! there is nothing to say bad about me for him. I am handsome and successful." he said with an attitude while shoving his hands into his jeans pockets. Both Aarvi and Vivaan burst out laughing while nodding their heads. Lester: " What are you laughing at?" he asked sternly, but his eyes were shining. Aarvi: "I didn't believe it when Vivaan said, You are an easy-going nature guy. But, witnessing it directly I am feeling surprised." she said with astonishment.

Lester seems to crouch, head bowed now in both fear and respect. Perrin raises his head, addressing those nearby, but directing his words to Lester. “Consider this on the record. Jesamine needs not lay claim to her own child. I am proud that she bears my son. She is fierce and intelligent, despite the filth you write about her. And while it’s the business of this entire Aperture pack to ensure the health and well-being of this baby, I think you forget your place. Allow me to remind you.” He takes a step forward, practically on top of Lester now, and takes the press badge that dangles around his neck in his fingers, examining it.