Conrad Leto Novels & Stories

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.

What she did not expect was Leo popping his head in like a lost puppy. He kept badgering Capri about having his number and for her to call or text him. After a while and not giving up she finally sent a message. Hey! Without a name or a reason. She has no idea what to say and did not know why Leo was so Adamant about her calling him. His response was almost instantaneous, what he had to say she had no words for.

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

It wasn’t just an acquaintance; it was a history. “Then why did you help me?” I asked cautiously, suddenly hesitant. Was I safe with him, or just trading one danger for another? He didn’t answer immediately. He drove in silence for another few minutes, the moonlight casting long, dramatic shadows across his face. “Because you looked like you were about to be eaten alive,” he said flatly, finally. “And I don’t like the way Dominus feeds.” An awkward silence enveloped us. “My name’s Conrad,” he said, his voice a low. “I knew someone who used to work in the same circles. He got out. Mostly.”

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.

"To be honest, even though you may despise me, I hold no grudges against you. I'm only here to make sure you don't mess with me again." Conrad made a self-deprecating expression and asked, "Is it pity? We don't require it." He thought about himself. He hated Riel, but it was nothing compared to his hatred for the people who attacked them and plundered him of his father. I pretended to be thinking. "I can assist you-" "We don't require it! I am Lucas Axwell's son! And we don't need anyone's help or sympathy!" Conrad roared, his veins almost jumping out of his skin.

“Don’t tell me that you… That you decided for him to go back there?!” “He has to,” Gabriel replied. “Why?” She asked intently. “Conrad found out that he was betrayed by the pack he had stayed with for the past five years! That his anger was being used so they could used him for whatever gains they were planning!” “Amarah, Conrad will go back there and pretend that he didn’t know that the order came from Fullerton,” he explained firmly. “Fullerton and his Beta were not there. They have no idea that there was one loyal follower of Conrad that forced himself to stay alive to communicate what he discovered.”

Letta Letishia finally found herself living in luxury and wealth. However, it wasn't all she had hoped for. She obtained it all at the cost of marrying a man who would become the father of the child conceived from their one-night stand. This relationship completely changed Letta's life. The man was Marco Jovanka, a CEO of the airline company JV Airlines, where Letta worked as a flight attendant.

Was Leto even human at this point? Claude gulped nervously. He was so shocked that cold sweat had already broken out on his back. "Was that a circus trick you just demonstrated?" Leto never bothered glancing in Claude's way the entire time. Instead, his gaze was fixed on Thiago. "Tell your lackey to back off so that he can avoid embarrassing himself even more." Thiago's expression remained grave. When Leto made his move earlier, Thiago could tell that Leto was even more powerful than he was back in the day. In fact, he might be as powerful as a Dragonite ranking expert.