Conrad Leto Novels & Stories

“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.

Cassian shouted. "Oh? Are you planning to make me stay?" Leto's icy voice was coated with murderous intent. Cassian merely laughed in response. "You've misunderstood me, Adept Mabry. What I wanted to say is that you can leave, but before that, you need to leave something behind." Leto asked without even turning back, "What is it?" "The contract, of course." "Hmph!" Leto dug out the contract Adam had drafted earlier before tossing it to the floor. Then, he strode toward the front door.

VICTORIA I kept staring a second longer until a folder was placed on my lap. “Read through the agreements so you know if everything’s okay,” Mr. Dante whispered, and I snapped out of it, realizing the meeting had already started. From our side, in the dark, I watched the signs on the screen while the interpreter relayed them to Lorenzo. He said he apologized for not attending. “I wasn’t expecting you. I was expecting your father. Patriarch Dmitri Brona is the one I’ve always made deals with,” Lorenzo shot back without a shred of respect.

Her gaze wandered around all the gathered people until it finally fell on me, and her smile brightened even more. "Due to the situations that have occurred in recent days, I would like to use this moment to introduce myself to you before I announce what will happen next with Green Forest Pack." Conrad began his speech, drawing all his attention to himself. "My name is Conrad Levi Thoreau, and I am the son of Levi and Clarise Thoreau. Your former rightful leaders." His confession sparked another wave of whispers, which Claire silenced this time.

I also don't want to use Ej to show Leto's suffering. I know, I can torture Leto like no other human being. And I'm not done torturing him yet. His reaction when he saw Ej is a satisfaction for me. He thought I was chasing him. His dick is fuckin five inches. For petes sake! You shouldn't cry over a cheating man whose dick size is only five inches. I am not saying that dick does matter. But if Leto has found someone as beautiful, sexy, rich and delicious as me. Confirm that it's his ratbu and he will just knock on me.

Even if it was just for a second. I handed the bottle back to Anthony after using quite a portion. “Let’s go have some fun, Leo. And don’t mess it up,” he glared at me like he was fucking gonna eat me if I get things messed up. My both hands in the air. Surrender. “I promise. I won’t.” “Great,” he chuckled at me and led the way back to the inner. With my hands slipped into my pockets, I tailed after him.

“Let me introduce Rajata and Kalyana, who will be the subjects of our experiment for the next two days.” “She’s Bianca, from Italy, neurologist. That’s Roel, from Holland, a quantum mechanic. Next is Karthikeyan, from India, electrical engineer, and that’s Wang Li, a computer expert,” Harso introduced his team to Kalyana and Rajata.

Other times, I wasn’t so sure. We walked up to Conrad’s door, my eyes on his living room window to the left. The lights were on, his big-screen TV flashing in the corner. Rocky Ace rang the bell, with me standing just a foot behind him. Conrad’s scrawny figure filled my view moments later. The sixty-eight-year-old couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred fifty pounds. Several inches shorter than me and Rocky Ace, he looked at us like he’d just seen a ghost. “De Luna? Gomez?” he said our last names, craning his neck over Rocky Ace. “Do you gentlemen have an appointment?”

As Landon walked out, he passed Leto, and the latter instinctively moved away. Leto had startled himself and worsened the pain from his injuries. Leto was afraid of getting beaten up again. After Landon left, Leto spoke to Leopold. "Grandpa, look at Landon, he..."