Wordgirl Leslie Novels & Stories

“Okay Candy-“ laurel said but when Todd glared at him, he corrected himself as he headed for the large fridge. “Rory! What would you like to drink? Light cocktail, heavy cocktail, red wine, beer, vodka….” “Well, I can try….” “She’ll have Juice.” Todd interrupted and I narrowed my eyes at him. “I can try-“ I was starting to speak when someone walked in to the kitchen and I felt my stomach sink to the bottom. Leslie Williams. She wore a mini leather skirt over a tiny black silk top and her blonde layered hair looked perfectly styled. I eyed her perfect model like body and couldn’t help the jealousy that crawled in. Leslie was scrutinising me as well. Her eyes flashed over my body angrilly and

"Giselle. Stop" I knew that voice — the girl I'd seen huddled with Leslie in the courtyard earlier, some nobody with a wand and an attitude she hadn't earned. Before I could even turn my head, a bolt of white-hot pain lanced across my wrist, and my claws sprang open on reflex, releasing Leslie's throat. "Looks like neither of you knows your place," the girl said, stepping between us, wand raised, chin lifted like she wasn't looking up at someone who could tear her apart in three seconds flat.

What am I doing? What is she doing? I’ve never had relations with another woman besides my Annabelle. She was my one and only. My Anam Chara, as spoken in the old language. Leslie, who bears a striking resemblance to Annabelle yet is nothing like her, is trying to seduce me, and by God, it’s working. She’s absolutely gorgeous, and it’s been so long since I’ve felt the softness and warmth of a woman. I know she wants to leave as soon as possible, which is understandable. Perhaps, however, I can allow myself to give in just this once…

She step away fast, but I had already seen enough. “What the fuck?” Leslie growled. “Hoe dare she touch our man,” she spat. I inhaled deeply, trying to control my anger but Leslie was already losing it. She wanted to take over and rip the girl to pieces and honestly I didn't want to stop. “Rip her throat out.” “Break her spine.” “Take one of the chairs and slam it into her face,” Leslie kept shouting in my head. I wasn’t that violent, but gods, I was close.

But if she said no, then she'd be admitting she lied. "Sadie, I'm asking you a question. Did you hear me?" Mossa pressed, frowning. Sadie clenched her teeth and nodded. "Yes... Leslie is already a pre-warrior. He'll be reporting for duty in a couple of days." "You heard that?" Scarlett said with a faintly mocking smile, standing straight and unbothered. "I'm not the one lying-Sadie is. Like I said, no matter how capable I am, I'm not beating someone trained for the military."

It was simple and commanding. Leslie covered her mouth and giggled. "I'm 100% sure. When you wear your uniform, you're a heroic warrior woman. But if you took off your uniform and put on a red dress, you'd absolutely be a goddess. I can guarantee that any man would be captivated." For once, Luna's cheeks flushed, and she smiled. "I guess it wouldn't be impossible. But I don't own any dresses here in Chetvine." Leslie checked the time and smiled. "What's so difficult about that? Come on, let's go buy one. Or better yet, if you so much as hint at it, General Harding and his people will probably send you a whole collection right away."

“Oh my God,” Leslie’s voice cut through the calm of the room, she held her phone tightly with a happy look on her face. “Let me guess, your knight in shining armour,” I said, folding my arms. She shot me a quick grin, completely unapologetic, “of course, gotta go, love you... muah!” She picked up the call immediately, her voice completely different from the chaos that happened few minutes ago, I really need to understand how this woman shape shifts.

"This… this is impossible! I can't do that, Leslie!" Leslie, who had been feeling shy, instantly had a cold demeanor. She walked toward the door, saying, "Fine, I'll leave. I, Leslie Brown, will not randomly find a man just to save my life. Remember to prepare a good grave for me. Don't forget that I was once your fellow apprentice." Just as she reached the door, Felix grabbed her arm. "Leslie, if that's really the case, then I'm willing to help you." She turned around as a single tear escaped her eye. "Are you sure you aren't forcing yourself?"

“But he is not reckless. If he is like this, it means he believes in this girl" The word 'girl' stung more than it should have. Lesley looked away. “She could ruin everything" Lesley whispered. “She could, " Elira agreed calmly. “Or she could be something… else.” The Queen's tone was too measured. “You knew?” Lesley turned to her. “You suspected this would happen?” “I knew there were forces moving that even our blood could not tame," Elira replied cryptically. “But I had hoped he would be more... Lesley’s jaw tightened. “If she isn’t one of us—if she’s not even—”

I could feel the heat radiating off her, the silkiness of her thighs against mine, but all I could see was Jasper watching me through the haze. Leslie let out a raucous, drunken laugh, throwing her head back. "Oh my god, Jasp! Stop! Lily’s going to have a heart attack!" She turned to me, her eyes glassy. "Don’t mind him, Lil. He knows you’re a nun. Twenty-six and still haven't opened the gift box, right?" My blood turned to ice. "Leslie, stop," I hissed.