Aioros De Leo Novels & Stories

Mahabang paliwanag nito na ikinatango ko lamang pero napatawa ako ng sabay lumingon ang dalawa sa kanya saka ito tinawag. "Hoy Troy Sebastian Romualdez Garcia Monrow Jr lll. The gay bar Adonis and tirador ng mga amazona and matatandang baklang mayayaman, bakit mo kami sinisiraan kay Leo kutong lupa ka!" That was Lucas. Napatingin ako kay Troy na ngayon ay pulang-pula at parang tigre na masamang nakatingin sa dalawa.

she asked as we hesitantly turned the corner. “OH M…” Periboea started to scream, but I quickly covered her mouth with one hand and eyes with the other. I turned her around and led her away before removing my hands. That was a sight I never wanted to see, and I’m sure neither did she. I had already assumed that Demoleon liked men. And well, witnessing him thrusting into Amphidocus’ ass certainly confirmed that.

"Hello, this is Ray Smith, the person in charge of Altair Logistics. How may I assist you?" "Mr. Ray, this is Aria, Madam Elena's assistant." Ray's voice carried a note of surprise. "Oh? What is it?" "Mr. Ray, I'll get straight to the point." Aria's voice trembled with urgency over the phone. "Young Master Leo is currently running a very high fever at the mansion. The doctor says he's under severe emotional stress after crying all night because he wants a traditional wooden toy ship—the anonymous gift you left at the registration desk that night—but in a much larger size. Madam Elena has ordered me to track down where it was purchased immediately."

Then, he strode over and took my hand firmly. Raising our joined hands high, he declared in a loud, unwavering voice: “I, Derek, Alpha of the Rogue Pack, claim Ella as my Luna!” Before the stunned spectators could react, Derek turned around—dragging my still-numb body with him—and left the hunting grounds without hesitation. A tidal wave of shocked murmurs and gasps exploded behind us, echoing across the field. Amanda collapsed into her father Alex’s arms, sobbing uncontrollably. “Dad! I can’t take this humiliation! That moment—it should have been mine!

she replied, lips curving in the smallest of private smiles, her approval subtle but clear. Leo slipped in almost unnoticed, camera already raised, strap wound twice around his wrist as if it were an extension of his heartbeat. He offered nods—one to Celeste, one to Peter—then drifted to the window, studying the light with a wary reverence, as if the sun itself might need documenting before it could be trusted.

Ace asked as he eyed the small bag filled with Custard’s drool. ‘I don’t know.’ Custard tried to answer him. ‘But it must be important that Viex told me to find it.’ I didn’t bother to translate for them. Instead, I took the bag and ignored the sticky drools as I opened it. Inside, I found a letter addressed to me. ‘Princess Rosalie, My name is Leo, a servant of Tereau. I have been taking care of your sister for a while now. I would assume that before you read this letter, your spirit would have already told you of her situation in her cell.

My knuckles whiten as I tighten my grip, grounding myself in the surging storm of emotions. The world seems to pause, every shadow and breath waiting on my final words. “Alejandro Rossi brought peace to the supernatural world,” I declare, my voice cutting through the air, sharp as a blade, entwined with only the sound of my heart thundering in my chest, “but Leo Rossi - Leo Rossi is going to carve the path to fucking victory!”

Leo ends the phone. Mario groans and moves his body away from my car. "I hate you, Leonardo Alfonsi!" Mario exclaims before leaving. Leo's not only the member of that doomed clan but also the leader?