Jared Leto Son Novels & Stories

Still, he didn’t stop. “Whoa, man.” A voice cut through the echo. Jared. His assistant, yes, but more than that his friend, his brother. One of the few constants from St Matthew's, the orphanage where they’d grown up learning how to fight for scraps. Jared was perched on a bench in sweats, a towel slung around his neck, watching like someone half-worried, half-used to this ritual. “You’re beating the shit out of that bag, Liam,” Jared muttered, standing. “What’d it ever do to you?”

“And I don’t care whatever you want to do with your life. It is over between us!" He tried to grab my wrist again, but Leo stood up this time. “She said leave her alone,” he said, his voice like thunder and I felt the excitement in my heart hearing him stand up for me. Jaden glared at him. “Who the hell are you? She’s mine!” Leo didn’t even blink. “Not anymore." he said too quickly, and I nodded. Jaden turned back to me, his face red in frustration. “You’d pick this old stranger over me? I’m Beta’s son, for crying out loud, and we have been together for months. Stop acting like we aren't the perfect match!"

"Adam's actual name is Emmett Linares. He's the younger brother of Jared Linares. Also, I need every piece of information you can gather on Ariana Benton." "Yes, boss." "You have five days, Thierry." I instructed. "Got it, boss.” “Your days are numbered, Emmett Linares/Adam Lemarcus.” I thought.

"Guys, let's popularize the hashtag JonLe is real." Jayden snorted. JonLe? What's that? What does it stand for... Jonathan and Lea? Jayden kicked the table leg in sudden irritation and groaned in pain. What is this? Jayden looked at Jonathan's photos and judged how young he was. He was clearly way below Jayden's age and didn't seem to differ too much from Lea, in fact they could have been the same age. Moreover, with his profession as an actor on the rise, Jonathan is very stylish.

As he took slow steps closer to Cordelia with a frown on his face, a young, handsome-looking man came out of nowhere and pulled Cordelia by the arm. “Hi, baby. I’m sorry I took time in the restroom.” The stranger uttered with a grin. Cordelia looked so confused, but as the smart girl she was, she figured out that he was trying to save her. So she didn’t push him away. This stranger was Jared Lambert, a twenty-five year old guy, the son of Sir Luther Lambert, leader of the East America drug cartel, and nephew to El Azul Lambert, the leader of the Colima drug cartel in Europe. El Azul had connections all over Europe and was given almost the same respect as the President.

He mentioned some important names and Polly almost regretted it. She barely remembered a handful. His father’s name is Wade and his younger brother is called James. Jared has plenty to say about his father but didn’t say much about his brother. There were elders. He informed her what they’re usually on about, the things that matter to them, which don’t usually align with his.