Elmore Leonard Best Novels & Stories

No, Leon was too rugged for polished. If there was a word to describe him it would have to be another. When he sat down and revved a nearly silent engine I looked to him, looking guiltlessly away only when he caught me. I had nothing to say, and it would be a long drive from here to downtown Miami, so I looked around me through my peripherals and saw nothing but luxury black interior with state of the art upholstery and machinery. It was grand, it was, and I felt unnervingly out of place.

“She does not want to get better. Medicine has its limits. You heard the old lady earlier. She has been keeping to herself, I bet depression.” The old lady they are referring to must be Lady Magaret. So many things don’t make sense at all. Why did Leonard think I fell down the stairs intentionally? There are cameras all over that place. “Whew! It is coming down,” one says with relief. “Poor thing. I would be depressed too if I was to marry the country’s eligible bachelor and end up married to a cold-blooded murderer,” “Stop talking, you will get all of us killed. Let us just get her better and never do moonlighting again,” the only man in the group advises.

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

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

What would everyone think if they caught us or if this leaked out? Surprisingly, I didn't care and was almost drooling when Don Luciano bent me over the desk and slammed into me from behind. He groaned, his movement swift and satisfying as I gasped, almost pleading for more. This was unbelievable but also almost blissful. He was just too good at fucking.

"I'm so happy to see you like this!" Leon replied casually, "Sonya helped me with my college assignments, Dad. She's smart, it turns out. I feel bad for being so rude to her all the time." Gito nodded contentedly. "That's great! You should have been like that from the start, Leon. Sonya is your stepmother, you have to respect her." "Now I understand, Dad," replied Leon, glancing at Sonya with a look that only the two of them understood. In his heart, Leon whispered to himself, 'I made peace with Sonya because she's good in bed. It's that simple, Dad.'

he ordered Gamma Liam before stepping away. Gamma Liam rushed after him. They both left Daisy and me behind. I stood up from my seat and ambled toward Daisy who stood frozen at a spot. “I hope Gamma Liam didn't bother you much this time?” I casually tapped her arm. “Did I see right?” “What?” My eyes wandered, trying to figure out what she was referring to. “Alpha Leonardo dried your hair,” she brushed her eyelids, flickering them. “Why would he do that for you?” I shrugged. “I don’t know. Probably, because he is….” My hand cupped my mouth as I whispered the word, “Bipolar.” A grin flashed on my face.

Regardless, Leonard was still a senior to Harvey and was always serious. While Harvey was like a blade that was always performing its best, Leonard was like a ball of inspiring flame. Anyone would feel at peace when they stood close to Leonard.

“What’s your favorite album of all time?” Damon exhaled and smiled, shaking his head. “That’s a dangerous question.” “Nah, I’m serious. If you had to play one record for the rest of your life?” There was a short pause before Damon answered. “Lauryn Hill. The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill.” Jordan’s eyes lit up. “No way! That’s top three for me. To Zion is probably the best song ever written.” This time, Damon laughed—not politely, but genuinely. “Kid, you’ve got soul.”