Aioros De Leo Novels & Stories

He enters a closed-door war, facing up an invisible enemy and his mind is the battlefield. -- ‘’We’re not planning to keep Aliyon here for long, we will release him when the right time comes. As for now, let’s not trample the plans of our Master anymore, we’re just ruining the scripts that he had prepared for his grand stage acting. Our only part here is to keep away those pesky insects who are trying to wreck the show.’’ DEOS VIII- END

Worse. "ROSE! WAIT!" Leo Ashford shouted behind her, running in his Loro Piana cashmere hoodie, now completely soaked, his Patek Philippe watch - £80,000 - visible now, his brown contacts gone, blue eyes revealed, his real hair - not messy, but styled - now wet and handsome. He was still holding one Tesco white rose, £3, now drooping from rain. Rose stopped under a graffiti bridge, breathing hard, tears mixed with rain.

He signs letters with KV. Lyle Rosario: Dark brown messy hair that is shoulder length. Red eyes. He is the adopted child of the Rosario family. His adoption was kept secret between his parents, Silas, and Lyle. Lyle is the King and head of the Rosario family now. He wears dark cloaks/fancy clothing that look uncomfortable to keep his appearance sharp and approving to rule. After letters or texts he'll put LR.

Leo said and Rose smiled. “Okay, you sit with mom and I will send your coffee there,” Rose said. Leo stood up and walked towards the portico. He entered inside and saw Rosella’s portrait on the Calabah swing. He sat in front of her on the couch and was quietly looking at her picture for a few seconds, and slowly his eyes filled up with tears.

Though Sergio is the owner of the club but Leo is also a partner and active member of the Royalist. “Tonight, I’m here to watch and make sure everything runs smoothly.” Leo answered and finished his wine. After that he went back to his previous position, hung his head back waiting this long night to be over. “You are so boring.” This was the first time he wasn’t interested in bidding and wants this night to get over so that he can leave as soon as possible. He was getting desperate to return back Italy. But there was no choice being the vital part of the Royalist.

Leo spoke from the foot of the dais. He didn't wait for my instruction. He drew the silver-alloy blade, the metal singing as it caught the amber light of the hall. He was eleven years old, his frame lean and dangerous, a predator forged in the silence of a stone Queen. His golden eyes flared, the sovereign static dancing across his knuckles. "Stay here, Mommy," Leo murmured, his voice dropping into that subsonic thunder. "I'll see if the ghost has a throat to cut."

Leo replaced one breast as he sucked on it while the other breast continued to massage the other breast. Slowly I unzipped his fly and I brought his pants down, and revealing his gray boxers. His boxers made him look sexy but that wasn't my concern now because right now they were just in my way. Leo broke contacts and I moaned in displeasure, he took down his pants and his boxers revealing his rock cock. It is standing in erect, and I reached out my hand and grabbed it. It was such a huge and hot shaft and my cunt pricked for attention.

"Are you saying only ladies can have fine skin? Don't be sexist sister" Rose groaned. Why did their father send Ron with her? She would have been fine on her own. The servants and guards that were to accompany them all sighed in their hearts. Their prince was so young, fragile and lazy. The King was doing this for his own benefit. "Prince Ron" Ron's personal bodyguard, Leo, said, slowing his horse till they rode side by side. Leo is a tall heavily muscled man with dark brown hair and eyes the colour of mud. He had a long scar on his face, starting from the bridge of his nose to the base of his neck. The shiny armor he was wearing made him look so huge, especially beside the skinny prince.

She didn't see the sniper angles he was currently calculating from the kitchen window. ​"It’s beautiful, cara mia," he said, his voice thickening. He kissed the top of her dark head, breathing in the scent of her baby shampoo. It was a scent he would burn the world to protect. ​Leo, now fourteen and possessing a quiet intensity that often mirrored his father’s, looked up from his bowl of cereal. He watched Alessandro’s eyes—the way they drifted toward the door every few seconds, the way his jaw remained locked in a tight, square line.

However, Leo suddenly added, “Please get her some mushroom soup from the soup market. Tell them to prepare it according to the specifications I sent a while ago.” Boris was already out before the two could start fighting. “What the fu*k do you think you’re doing?I already have a maid here. Why can’t she do the cooking?” Knowing that his friend was only jittery because of the young lady, Leo assured in a calm voice, “Calm down, Dec. They would make the soup faster than your maid. I bet you don’t have the ingredients we need either.” The two then walked to the railing and had their backs turned toward Declan’s bedroom, where Selene was resting.