Fuegoleon X Nozel Novels & Stories

It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was. “All for the money Sof.” I turn back to Derek and nudge him on the shoulder. “Don’t give me that look. Frowns and ice cream don’t go together.” Derek’s face instantly lightens up. “You bought ice cream??” he questions with widened eyes. “Yes but you’ll get yours when we get home,” I reply, patting him on the head. I dig my hand into my shoulder bag and pull out a black nylon bag. “This is for Scott. They didn’t have his favorite, so I got him vanilla.” I hand the bag over to Sofia.

**GROWL** Suddenly my stomach rumbles in hunger. I blush and look away from him. He chuckles at me, "you are hungry, Joenabell." I shyly nod without looking at his face. "Let's go somewhere." He states. We walk away from the house, and I find something extravagant. My eyes are about to pop out to see a silver metallic Lamborghini Veneno. I rub my eyes to clear if what I see is real. "You can drive, Leonel?" I ask with a surprised look on my face.

He loved to make me feel like I was begging for what was rightfully mine. Pleading! Snort!!… I, Luna Freya, should plead for sex. Leo must be fucking out of his mind. My asking him not to stop what we were about to enjoy, wasn't me begging. It was a mask of deceit I had to wear on my face. A mask that would portray me as a desperate bitch who wanted her mate so badly. That girl he has always known me to be. I needed to wear my mask so I could easily carry out my plans against him. Leo was my mate. The shit gave him an edge over my emotions through the bond. He could easily tell I was up to no good if I let him sense my attitude of, ‘I’m not desperate.’

Everyone did what felt right. Hell yeah, I thought, twirling my way back to Enzo, the faerie ball had been the best idea ever. Totally random, totally obscure, but fun as fuck. And, hopefully, a marker of the things to come once I became Moose Creek’s Luna. Even if I couldn’t shift into a wolf, I could throw a damn good party. The fairy lights twinkled, golden stars dotting the backdrop of peach-pink clouds and craggy bottle-green pines and, further back still, the greying silhouettes of the mountains beyond. Everywhere I looked was a scene from a fairytale, filled with horned, whiskered creatures, seelie and unseelie fae, and alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.

"You look funny when you panic like that, Leon." "Oh shut up! And don't call me Leon! I feel like a lion." "Yes, I realize that your name doesn't fit your character, Leon. You look pathetic when your daughter sulks. You don't look fierce at all. You're a weak man." "Shut up!" The man called Niguel burst out laughing at his friend's anger. Meanwhile, Leonel looked really frustrated. This was the first time Leonel had made his Feli cry. ***

“Or Leonel will have single-handedly devoured it all before we get to it.” Leonel feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart. “I can’t believe you’d think so little of me. I’m not a monster — I can share. But only if there’s enough to go around.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, considering how much Noelle has been craving, I’d say there’s probably more than enough.” Leonel’s eyes lit up at the mention of Noelle’s cravings. “Oh, don’t even get me started. She’s been driving me crazy with her midnight snack requests. Last week, it was pickles and ice cream. Tonight, it’s mashed potatoes and gravy.”

“My daughter is worth far more than ten shipments of weaponry.” “Name your price, and I will pay it,” I replied, making sure to match his energy, wanting him to know that I was still a rival alpha, and I wasn’t intimidated. “Anything?” Leopold asked, a shit eating grin on his face. “Within reason,” I replied, and his smile dimmed ever so slightly.

They were absolutely beautiful, Capri could not help but call him with tears rolling down her cheeks to say thank you. Belle told her grandmother that Leo and Capri talked everyday and that they were so in love. Poor thing did not know the half of it. She just couldn’t help that Capri was back and her family in her eyes would finally be completed. They had their own plan of Capri having a baby and how Belle would be the perfect big sister. They even had a baby girls name picked out “Penelope Reign,” and her being spoiled just the way Belle was. If it was boy, Leo and capri were on their own.

I zoomed in the lens and gasped in surprise. Leon looked effortlessly powerful in his red jersey, but it was Noel in his arms that made my heart somersault. My baby was against his shoulder, wearing a tiny red jersey. He was wide awake, staring around at the chaos. He had on a pair of tiny, sleek red noise-canceling headphones shielding him from the screams in the arena. I took the perfect shot. Leon caught my eye and waved. Then, slowly, he mouthed the words: “Your team is going down.”