Needy Lesnicki Novels & Stories

Coach Jensen stood nearby, arms crossed, exchanging quiet looks with the medic. Lukas didn’t need to hear both sides of the call to know it was about him. “I get that, Dr. Grant,” Jess said, voice low but firm. “But I want to make sure this isn’t a rush job. We need someone good. He’s a core player, and frankly, a stubborn one.” That earned her a dry look from Lukas. She turned, catching it, and lifted a brow like she dared him to argue. “He's in Crestwick?” Lukas finally asked, breaking the silence. “You found someone local?”

I cringe at the sudden movement. "What the hell?" Rose screech. "You good, bro?" Josh asks, worried. "I'm fine," he says through gritted teeth and leaves the cafeteria. What the hell is Nick's problem today? Someone needs to get laid today. I laugh at my thoughts. Oh well, it's not my problem.

I'm not interested in their conversation and I make that clear by looking the other way and focusing on raising my drink to my lips. "This is Nicole Webster". I feel Jared's arm snake around my waist confidently and he pulls me in just a tad closer, in full view of the man. I remind myself to keep smiling despite the uncomfortable sensation of having his arm around me. "She's Van Lewis' latest catch and she played an active role in bringing Ambience to life". The man is young and beautiful, that's just the word that comes to mind when I look at him. His face is round and almost angelic and his short hair is so blond I'm left wondering if it's really natural. The hair is a sharp contrast to h

Greg himself also said that Nick is the kind of person who is focused and he will not stop before getting what he wants. I took a thick towel to dry my body then put on a light blue sun dress, Lana packed some of my clothes then left them with Greg when he visited. Recently my skin has become more sensitive than usual, Nick seems to think it's normal for a newly transformed Leech. So now I wear lighter and simpler clothes like loose dresses instead of jeans.

I grip my phone, mumbling the words to myself. “Yeah. It’s gonna hit the docks before the weekend.” Niccolo yawns. He doesn't sound bored, though. “Leandro and Daddy Nash must be counting on it to smooth things over with the Silvestris and Emiliano Albricci.” I let a grin curl on my lips as I lean back against the desk, my mirror showing me half of my quiet and empty bed. “You can actually track it? Real-time?” “Bruh...” Niccolo scoffs. “That a serious question?”

Which was seen by everyone in the room, but emotion can be faked! “How do I know that you are sincere?” Nicklaus asked. Leo looked at him right in the eyes, “I know you are not ordinary werewolf and I know you can see my sincerity in this. I know you have been attacking Nephus allies and have conquered three kingdoms but my brothers don’t know this yet. Just like my mother, I don’t want blood bath, but I know with Abel still ruling and his brother commander of the army there is bound to be war and I am on your side.”

Gotta love technology. So he and his old friend had put their heads together, and while Lucille whipped up a pan of her famous Lasagna, they'd decided on the best course of action for the two young people that they had decided fate had thrown together. Now things were moving along faster than even he could've expected. That boy was all him through and through. He wasn't one to let grass grow under his feet either.

Cars drove past us as we remained on the side of the road in silence, the silence in the air carrying thick tension. “Fuck!” Nikolas yelled in frustration. I jumped and scooted away from him if that was even possible. “I didn’t take Genevieve to New York because I hadn’t seen her in months. She’s Aurora’s best friend but she’s nothing to me. Yes, I’ve fucked her before but it was years ago and it was once. Worst fucking decision of my life.” His voice was gentle and looked at me with the most sincere look I had ever seen before. I was shocked. That was not the narrative Aurora had fed me. She’d told me they were in a relationship.

He looked at Dario until the boy looked somewhere else. “Every finger you keep is a gift,” he hissed. Greer bobbed a grudging nod. His hands were careful on Dario’s shoulders now, not supportive; proprietary. Jennings pride is a strange animal—it eats its young and mourns them loudly. “Leo,” Nicos said, and his voice lost all the brass it had for public ceremonies. “We’re leaving.” “I noticed,” I said, because you don’t hand a man like him an easy agreement, not even when you mean it with both hands. “But he needs a doctor first.”

And who would be a better informer than a local? He turned his head slightly and gestured for one of his men to come closer. The man walked to us, and Nikos said something in Greek. The man nodded and walked away quickly. Nikos looked back at me, “There is a man in Athens. His name is Leon. He runs a smaller network near the docks. He is not as big as this… but he hears things.” “Location?” I asked instantly. “I will have it sent to you,” He replied, “If you’re serious, he is your next step.”