Conrad Leto Novels & Stories

Adrian said quickly, “you won’t regret this.” The call ended a second later, the limousine continued gliding through the city while the driver focused on the road ahead completely unaware of the quiet conspiracy unfolding behind the glass partition separating him from the passengers. Terry leaned forward slightly. “You trust him?” he asked. Conrad chuckled softly, bringing the glass to his lips and taking a slow sip. “I don’t,” he said simply, “but so far he’s profitable.” He rested the glass against his knee and looked out the window again. “Besides,” Conrad added casually, “we anticipated it.”

“If it’s all so innocent, you won’t mind if I scent you, then? To see if you’ve been with a man while you were gone.” That’s a Ludacris request and I shouldn’t consent to it. Yet… “Suit yourself,” I find myself saying. “I have nothing to hide.” Conrad hums again and steps closer. For a moment, he simply looms over me, making me crane my neck to look up at him. He’s the tallest and strongest of the brothers, a pure athlete who would likely live in the gym if he good. Maybe that strength should intimidate me. Instead, my mouth starts to water.

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.”

he paused on his words when he saw my expression darken. I gave a signal to Theo, who immediately walked towards Mr. Martins and whispered something to him "CEO, just CEO…the CEO doesn't like someone talking all high and mighty about him" Theo whispered to Mr martins whose expression immediately turned apologetic as he turned around and bowed many times towards me. "I'm sorry Mr. Leonard…please forgive my attitude just now" he gave an awkward smile which made everyone to burst out laughing again. Even Amelia was laughing. This was so embarrassing "Please, once again, ladies and gentlemen…I present to you Mr. Leonard, the one and only CEO of 7ELEVEN corporation" everyone gave a standing ovati

There where burnt bodies everywhere it was a walking dead kind of shit. "Who's there!" A man's voice sounded loud and commanding that I froze on my seat. "Out!" The man's voice sounded and I still couldn't move "Just stay quiet and put ok?" Moe said and I nodded reaching for the door. I heard some noise behind us and I'm sure they were talking to Lester. As we stopped in front of a door, Lester joined us and we followed the men to the main entrance. "Hi I'm Conrad" a man walked out through the door looking very buff with a lot of tattoos and rolled up sleeves showing his dragon tattoo. He smiled a very sinister smile as he looked at us. "what are you doing here?"

He replied, "The wait is meaningful exactly because of the fleeting nature of the view. No one will cherish something that comes by easily or appreciate the beauty of it." She was surprised by his words, which seemed to allude to something else. Anyway, she wasn't in the mood for philosophical discussions. She rubbed her arm and grumbled, "It's freaking cold. I'm leaving." With that, she went back to land. Conrad had appeared on the beach without them knowing. He was secretly taking a lot of photos with his phone. He planned to show the photos to Lewis after the latter sobered up. It would serve as a peace offering in case he got into trouble for bearing witness to Lewis' drunkenness last ni

Adrian murmured. Connor nodded. “And Dante wants you to be aware of it.” Silence hung heavily in the air. Leila could feel the gravity of the moment. The next move mattered. She studied Adrian’s face, but it was impossible to decipher. He wasn't merely thinking; he was plotting. Finally, he turned to Connor. “Tell me you found something else.” Connor hesitated before responding— “We traced one of Dante’s men.” Adrian's attention snapped back to him. Connor pulled out another photograph and slid it across the desk. “His name is Dominic Vega. He was an enforcer for Dante for the last few years.”

Conrad was frozen like a statue. He couldn't believe his eyes and thought he was hallucinating, but the man in front of him didn't disappear. "Hello, I'm Oliver Kolson." Oliver whipped out his business card and handed it to Conrad. Hearing his words, Conrad gasped. 'He was indeed Oliver Kolson, a renowned assistant from Cresco Enterprise!' At that moment, Conrad was on cloud nine. He hurriedly accepted Oliver's business card as though he was afraid he would take it back.

Conrad asks, and Meg shrugs nervously, her heartbeat increasing quickly. "We never had the opportunity to be introduced. My name is Conrad; I'm a future Beta and the current Head Tracker for High Alpha Amaretti. We just went and caught Atlas, so he's going to be back in the cells. I can't imagine how upsetting this situation is for you, but I am going to be here for you the entire time you're in this room, I promise," Conrad says evenly. She's not trying to fill the silence; she's genuinely interested in calming Meg down.

I was wrong. “Yes, but–” I was cut off when Ricco gave Nikolas a machete. No. “You may think the interaction was harmless and maybe it was. Baby, Carlo knew what he was getting himself into when he touched you like you were his bitch. Now he’s crying like a figo.” (figo - pussy)