Lester Averman Novels & Stories

Letting that bastard Gelle control him, use him as his chess piece. “You bastard! You should have asked me, bastard! Can you bring back those children you killed? I thought you were different from him! I knew you were troubled but I never know you could go as far as that! I am greatly disappointed in you.” Lester smacked his chest and firm his heart, not letting pity take over him. Naster always had a ghost in his heart, people telling him he would be just like his father, and because of that, he had to hide in that library, Lester helped him hide his identity.

"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