Lester Beetlejuice Romane & Geschichten

Sweat beaded under a faded tracksuit as he muscled a case into place, each lift punctuated by a quiet grunt. Lizzi—piercings, eyeliner, punk insouciance—wrangled cables like guitar strings. Twenty-two and sharper than her stage banter, she wore a ripped Siouxsie and the Banshees tee beneath a scuffed leather vest. “Paulo,” Jessica called, striding out with a clipboard. “All computer gear secure—especially the lidar.” He nodded and slid the last hard case home. Across the road, a second Jeep rolled to the curb and purred, smug as a cat. The horn chirped.

He looks exactly like his father, with a sharp, narrow snout and thin, cruel lips. Two giant, bald pack enforcers stand right behind his chair like statues. They look like a nasty cross between a rogue wolf and a mountain bear. Great. Seraphina set me up and brought me straight to Harvey. I should have known she was too stupid to realize you never make secret deals with a rogue pack leader's heir. Harvey flashes his sharp teeth in a fake smile. "Good to see you in my territory, Lestat." I let out a low, rough growl. "I wish I could say the same, rogue."

“Yeah, because betrayal and blood feuds really set the mood.” “Oh, I don’t know. You tell me,” he taunts without missing a beat. My face becomes red, and I force myself to turn away. He clears his throat before continuing, “Don’t knock it. People get horny in strange places. Graveyards. Warzones. Mafia weddings.” I sense his grin widen. “And Luzia Russell has always been a rebel. If she knows there’s something the Don wouldn’t approve of, she drops everything else, and does that thing first.”

"You don't get it. Lester is the CEO of Hanson Group. Of course, he's busy. As for Jerome, he's just a shareholder." As she raised her hand, I caught a glimpse of a purplish scar under her sleeve. Lester was a master of appearances. In my past life, his legs had been crippled, and his personality was unpredictable and cruel. Every night, he'd beat me with whatever he could grab. I'd endured it for a long time. After his legs started healing, he finally let me off. Now, seeing how happy Abbie was, I didn't bother to expose her. I just walked past her and headed to the bathroom.

He almost eats everything. “Don’t be too cocky, Beel. We are just getting started,” Lotus calmly stated. And that made the demon laughed. He sticked out his tongue and licked his own lips. “You just called me Beel? You have guts, kid. But I like it. Let’s get going. Entertain me more,” Beelzebub mentioned then he went rampage again, heading to Lotus’ direction with his fist coated with dark blue aura.

Email to Horace: Horace, I will pay you whatever you want; just let her go, Horace unharmed and untouched. No one will bother you or your auctions for a while. You have my word, Lester I sit back and wait for his reply. It is almost immediately when I get my reply. Email From Horace Lester, I have decided to keep her as my personal plaything. I will send pictures soon. Horace

Then he would face the embodiment of terror. With supernatural speed, I darted across the street and dove into the alley between the two buildings. Bastard didn’t know he was dealing with an enforcer from the Volkovs, the notorious werewolf mafia, and my adopted family. Few outside of our pack knew we were actual werewolves and we liked it that way. My claws extended and I raked them down the side of the dumpster. I heard his heart rate speed up, and I smiled. “You stole from the wrong person,” I said, adding a growl at the end.

He is not familiar to me, but why did he dare to ask me that? "Nothing; who are you, Mr.?" I utter, and he laughs sexily. "I am Lester, my Goddess!" My eyebrows met as I heard what he said. Does he know me? Who is he? Do I know him? "Wait, are you insane? Don’t play with me," I said, turning my back to him. "You need to know something. Blaze is alive, but in a werewolf personality. You need to find him; his life is secretly in jeopardy. Goddess of destruction, I know it’s you; you are here to escape from your enemies, so take the opportunity!"

Unexpectedly, upon seeing Celeste, Lester burst into tears. "Aunty Celeste, please don't hit me. I didn't mean to lose my brother!" "Lester, I just want to understand what happened." Celeste was taken aback by his crying but kneeled down to speak gently. "I'm not blaming you. Can you tell me what you saw that day?" "Aunty Celeste, don't hit me!" Lester kept crying, not saying a word about Leo's disappearance. "Am I that scary, Lester?" At this moment, Celeste felt at a loss. She could communicate normally with Leo, but not with Lester. Despite her efforts to treat him like a four-year-old, she couldn’t get him to talk.

And the only people whom Jester Lee seems to care about are his mother and younger brother. This is the part that Bea found excessive. She thinks I'm being too...enthusiastic. Oh, she's not referring to the fact that I bought the entire building where the Lee family lives and actually moved into the apartment opposite theirs (it's actually advisable since being the owner has a lot of perks). No, what has Bea's tolerance on edge was the fact that I used Mister Louie to pinpoint the location of all the properties listed under Jester's name so that I could buy them. If it's an apartment or a condominium unit , I bought the entire building. If it was a cottage (all the way in Rio), I made sure t