Lester Beetlejuice Novels & Stories

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

Jackie thought as she stroked the back of Jodi’s head. ------- The last thing Lester Jenkins remembered was falling asleep in bed while watching T.V. He was jarred awake by a muffled shriek and jostling on the bed. Lester sat up. As soon as he did, someone cut the lamp on. That same someone was pointing a pistol at him. “Hey, Lester, long time no see,” he said. The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn’t see the man clearly without his glasses. Lester squinted. “Go ahead Les, grab your glasses,” he said.

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

With his looks it had been a choice not all his own, but being alone was something he'd gotten used to regardless of whether or not he would have wanted it differently. "Go take a break. I'll take over." Bruce was his supervisor and someone he thought of as a friend. Though to Christopher, a friend was just someone who didn't take pot shots at you. Bruce treated him fairly and therefore Christopher thought of him as a friend. He got up out of the rolling secretary chair and headed for the commissary where he went straight to the refrigerator for his bag lunch. It wasn't quite the bag lunch that would come to mind for the average person. His was an actual grocery bag half filled with food. O

It was a win-win for him! Tristan didn’t buy it. He stepped forward and slapped Joshua hard, sending him flying. "Who the hell do you think you are! When the Lester family wants someone dead, not even Zeus can stop us!"

Only God would know how she came about such strange morality of sorts. Nonetheless, she filed a case against Lester, and he was convicted. The police brought Lester’s lawyer and his wife back and charged them. One day, Leonardo went to meet Lester at the police station. Lester was surprised to see his son. He was utterly conflicted about seeing Leonardo. He had loved him and raised him, but at the same time, he had tried to get rid of him. Lester had lost weight and aged several years. He sneered, “Are you here to laugh at me?”

she said without looking at him and stood up from the sofa, leaving the room. Lester smiled as he took his glass on the table and drank it. He looked at the glass in his hand and stared at it. He likes the color of wine, which is like the color of blood. His handsome face suddenly turned evil as he thought of someone he desperately wanted to kill. “Lucian... I won't let you die easily. I will torture you slowly. I will skin you alive so you can feel the pain,” he said with a sinister look in his eyes.

His eyes look like he is going to kill me or something won’t turn out well after this moment. I turn my head at Johnny. He is looking his ass out, overly holding his stomach while laughing. I want to punch him if only these guys are not here. I will gladly do the will to beat him. “You should get used to that, Tara. Lester just came back to his old self again. That’s what his face is usually like. He is ugly,” he said. Peter raised his brows at me when I happened to look at his side of me. “Okay,” I replied and went to Lena.

Lester flinched, his face full of terror. He had indeed lied, thinking that he could trigger Juliet by saying that Carson looked down on the Jones family. He thought that she would be so triggered that she would agree to help avenge his family. However, he did not know that Juliet would expose his tricks. “Sister Juliet, I…” Lester could not come up with what to say, he was panicking. Snickering, Juliet dragged him up from the floor and snickered. “Speaking of which, your family is indeed one of the Jones family’s dogs.

For a moment, the room is filled with a cacophony of off-beat noise as every toy comes to life, banging and squeaking and singing tinny melodies. Tully finally wakes up and swings her legs off the bed, staring at me in fear and awe. Lester glances at the wall in the direction of the camera, then at Zavier who is trying to get up. “I told you that Willow is under The Pope’s protection, did I not?” Zavier doesn’t answer, just stumbles to his feet. “She used-“ Without any hesitation, Lester pulls his side arm and shoots Zavier between the eyes, cutting him off before he can finish the sentence. He falls backward, splashing blood and gore on the toys and blanket.