Needy Lesnicki Novels & Stories

Drake was— Don’t think about it. My chest tightened, and for a moment I thought I might pass out. Somehow my legs kept moving. One foot. Then the other. I didn’t make it far. A tall figure stepped into my path, arms folded. Nick. And he looked destroyed. Not angry. Not furious. Not confused. Destroyed. “Bets.” His voice cracked. Nick Alison, Beta of Lanemoon, who’d stared down rogues twice his size without blinking, looked like someone had punched a hole straight through him. “Please tell me I misheard.”

The apartment stayed tense and loud all at once while notifications continued exploding endlessly across phones and every few minutes Nikola whispered another deeply horrified “Oh my God” under his breath while scrolling. “It’s on hockey W now,” he muttered weakly from the couch. “W picked it up? That's bad…that alone sounds demonic,” Lydia answered immediately, her hands on her nose bridge.

Les decided he didn’t feel like making coffee. He was too nervous around this couple from his hometown. He knew in his gut they were going to tell him something he didn’t want to hear. He pressed a button on the console. “Hillary, will you bring some coffee into my office? I have two guests. Also bring some mini-baked donuts." Les whirled around, hoping to delay the moment they were going to tell him why they were really here. “So, what do you think of Nevada?” Les asked.

It had nothing to do with Neil or the Chesire family of Ol' Mare. Moreover, Patrick had cut ties with his family. Everyone in Ol' Mare knew that! "Leave at once! Do not disrupt our work!" Leslie said, suppressing his anger. "We are New Chesire Group; we have nothing to do with the Chesire family. Whatever deal Neil Chesire made with you all has nothing to do with us! If you continue causing a scene, I'll call the police!" "The police? Haha!" The thug sneered. He took a crumpled contract and threw it by Leslie's feet.

Asked the girl, confused, over her question. “No, I mean, there are so many people here for interview. They can't all possibly be here for a secretary job?” Asked Emma with a sarcastic smile. But Harley's reply, was something, which she was not at all expecting, “Are you even in your senses? He's NICKLAUS WESLEY…” Said Harley by putting stress on the name, and added, “He is the most popular, the most powerful, the richest and the most hottest bachelor, in the entire New York. People are crazy for him and now a chance to get close to him, which idiot will let go of that.” Explained Harley.

So he needs to learn to never let things get left getting unsaid he needs to talk it out or maybe he needs to listen more which is one of my strong quality not his though he always has a answer even without hearing what is actually being said. I just hope both my brothers meet girls or guys that will understands them because Niko needs someone who will be understanding and willing to listen when he isn't, and Lev needs someone who will trust him before he trusts them because I think I career path has created a huge distrust in everyone but close family.

One that probably got him into a lot of beds. Great. Just what I needed tonight. A gigolo. “What do you want?” “I'm Leo. You look like you've had a rough day. I'm a good listener if you would like to share” I scoffed. “I don't need company. Especially not from you. Get lost” His grin spread wider and he said. “Alright” However, he did not move. My fingers traced the rim of my empty glass. The tequila wasn't doing its job to numb the pain.

dream said coldly and they all shot him a glare. " don't mind him please just teach us" Mr Lee said and almost immediately the rehearsal began.......... They kept dancing without stopping for about three hours and finally the rehearsal came to an end. Nicki could be spotted sitting on the floor with the trio except for dream who left immediately after the rehearsal. she was holding a bottle water which she sipped from, meanwhile xandra and branny were busy with their phone while Alexis was busy looking for Nicki's trouble. " There would be a shoot tomorrow at StarForce, so you all should get ready" Mr Lee said and went outside to make an urgent call.

I am about to drift off to sleep when he calls my name. “Niki.” “Mhm?” “The license plate number you gave Marcus was Wesley’s,” he says, and my eyes flip open. I am not surprised that the bastard was Wesley, but I am utterly shocked that he is telling me this. Wesley is his blood, the mafia way is that you stand by your blood no matter what. “He also needed amputation of his index finger, thirteen years ago,” Leo continues, while looking at my eyes. “Why are you telling me this?” I need to know. Leo is proudly mafia, this is out of character for him.

“Let go!” Sweat dripped down my eyes, but I didn’t blink. I watched as my hope of being with Neveah washed down the drain. “I want you out,” Wes barked. “You’ve got to leave.” Shelly cleared her throat. “Wes, you’re overreacting. Neveah is a grown woman—,”