Conrad Leto Novels & Stories

That is beyond crazy! Wait. A bloodcurdling scream pierced my ears and then penetrated my brain as a flash of memory rang. The door slammed with a strange man whose name I only knew. Tiger Letto is the head of the largest recording studio in Ljubljana. He is not much older than I, approximately 27 years old. And it feels like just a few hours ago, I saw the figure of the tall, broad-shouldered man. He had been kind to me; I fell in love at first sight. However, I didn't expect to see him making out with Arthemisya. I mean, Misya, who resides in this body.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

His breathing became rough. Painful. The crowd lowered their heads respectfully. Even now… He could not speak. The priest turned gently toward him. “Alpha Conrad.” Silence. Everyone waited. Conrad slowly walked toward the podium. Rain dripped from his face. His hands trembled slightly at his sides. He stared down at Nadia’s picture. Then at the empty coffin. His lips parted. Nothing came out. Not a single word. His throat closed painfully. Because how could he summarize Nadia Williams into words?

Conrad muttered, "Ezekiel Beckett, a Soryan and Waylon's prized student. If I face him head-on, what are my odds of victory?" Conrad was not like Kyrie, blindly confident, because he had already clashed with Ezekiel before and had suffered a loss. Their encounter had not been a straight-up fight but a skirmish, yet it was still a defeat Conrad preferred not to mention. His brows furrowed as he contacted the Cunningham family headquarters in Chetvine. "Conrad!" came Otto's voice, the family patriarch. Conrad nodded. "Grandpa, should I return to Chetvine to stop Ezekiel?"

Konstantin raised up his head slowly as he heard lev's words. " What is it? " He responded calmly. Despite the fact konstantin is a crazy ill tempered guy, his physical beauty never lessen. He has his long hair pack up in a ponytail , his eyes were of mysterious colour which give him am intimidating appearance. His plumped lips , down to his biceps and smooth skin makes him a very handsome man. He also has his own beauty but it can't just be compared to Maximo's, not at all. " When you sent us to new York, we met Maximo Santino "

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

Capri questions Leo’s every thoughts. He would cry as she’d reject his advances on moving past his mistakes. He was not shut out entirely, but for him he was not getting enough of her time and attention. She would not sleep with him, but there were other ways to satisfy his desires. They would face time and she’d show her perky breasts as he stroked his shaft. He would send videos of him in the shower jerking off and climaxing all over the tub and that would drive Capri wild wishing it was her. She could not help but wonder if the feeling was the same of his hands all over her body, grabbing her throat from behind and spanking her ass.

I vow to cherish your individuality and stand as a beacon of support for your aspirations. Today, I take the responsibility of being your lover, your partner and leader, guiding our family with resolve, loyalty, and a commitment to ensure our future is one of prosperity and joy. I pledge to lead our journey with the fortitude and dedication you deserve. So, help me God." Whistles and applause broke the reverential silence, commending his words of commitment. Boma was touched. His vow, laced with love exhibited Donovan's leadership demeanor encompassing elements of strength, guidance, and assurance. Knowing him, she couldn't have expected to hear less. His eyes upon her were rapt with devotio

The snow fell lightly outside the windows of the war chamber, coating the black stone balcony in a fine shimmer of frost. The fire crackled behind Valerian as he stood with one hand resting on the edge of the long stone table, a scroll half-unfurled in front of him. The emblem of the Morello pack marked the parchment in dark crimson ink, bold and unapologetic. Alexandro had agreed to the neutral meeting, but the contents of the letter didn’t sit right with him.

Leto is a respected influencer and socialite like me so imagine my shock when I found out that she is the mafia queen of The Nexus, I did a quick search of the organization the moment I reached home, and the details scared the fuck of me. “Hey,” Leto’s voice booms into the speakers, I walk down the stairs hurriedly, while still clutching the phone to my ears. “What’s up?” “I am good,” I say. “Can we meet?” “Yeah sure, I am driving near Imperial Restaurant right now, is it okay if we meet there?” Leto asks and it pleases me. I agree, hang up the call, grab my coat and car keys and soon I am dashing towards the door.