Jared Leto Young Novels & Stories

"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.

“About the nutcase lady, she is the reason why I request your presence.” “Who is she?” “She is the daughter of Alpha Atlas. The Alpha of the CageMoon Pack. Aunt said the nutcase is betrothed to me ever since I was a boy. And I had no fucking idea about it.” “Hold on, Leo…… you are fucking joking, right?” “Did you see me in any costume? I’m dead serious, Man,” I pushed myself up from the couch, and made my way to the mini-bar in my office. I pulled out a bottle of whiskey, stretched it in the direction of Max. “Do you care for any?”

Alexander PoV I don't know since when I started to pay attention to Jared. He is the only son of Alma and Dean Reiner. His age is more or less between Liam and Lucas. Because he is an only child, since he graduated from high school, Dean has often brought Jared to several business meetings and helped him with several company matters. Dean has no other heirs and it is certain that Jared must take over all his business and company matters when Dean retires later. Sometimes Dean asks me to teach Jared a few things when we meet and I am happy to provide assistance to the enthusiastic young man.

He rises and shakes it and then stares up at Roman looking for what to do next. “Come, let’s sit.” Roman takes a seat at the table and we join him. “Leo, Jonathan is from the territories in the south. He is the Alpha of the South Hill pack. A peaceful community.” I look at him and he looks really young. I see all of the bruises healing on his face and it looks like he may be in a bit of pain.

They know each other the best. “Who’s Leo?” Jared asked. “He’s a good childhood friend. We all grew up together.” The thought of my childhood only brought thoughts of John flooding back into my mind. I pushed it to the side, not trying to get depressed. “Let’s get what you need and finally leave, yeah?” “Sounds good to me. I’m ready to stop being stared at.” Poor kid has gotten more attention now than he ever has before.

Let alone steal fearlessly from the heir and current CEO of the largest group in the country. Some people may not know him since he hardly shows his face but his name and popularity is massive. Jared Holland, the only son and first born of the family. He has a younger sister, Stacey who is currently studying abroad. A lot of employees leak out the fact that he's attractive, hot and intelligent. He's twenty-six though he doesn't look like it.

“Don’t be scared, I’m here.” Seeing how affectionate Yvonne and Leo were to Wesley, Jared’s thoughts were a mess. Yvonne was his daughter and Leo was his grandson, but they had a good relationship with Wesley Yates, an outsider. Meanwhile, he, as their biological father and grandfather, was ignored. He felt really awkward about that.

We all need to make amendments, forgive and then forget. Here I am back in the Alcader's pack, my pack where I will always belong to. Once we arrived back at the packhouse I saw Leto outside with their son Augustus. Yeah, Aberdeen told me that she gave birth to a boy and I must say he's so adorable in his photo from the ones Aber had shown me in the car on our way here. When the car parked Leto walked towards us handing the baby to Aber then spread his arms wide for me and I run into them. He drags me to Josh's office his hand still on my arms.

Fate owes them that much after all they have endured. Molly Hallman, People's gossip column. — We were lucky enough to catch a glimpse of Leondre Levetté. Now thirteen and off to high school. His parents couldn't be anymore proud. He is still respectful and sweet even with the changing of his voice. Heaven and Nevaeh seemed sad that their brother would be going to a school miles away from them. "Leo has always wanted to go to this boarding school and why not? He wants to be normal high schooler and experience his own path." Andre commented on the recent questions.

On that last morning, we all stood outside in the muggy, hazy air, everyone making uncomfortable small talk and stupid jokes as the clock ticked on. Finally, Joe clapped a hand on his son's shoulder. "You better get on the road, bud. Long drive ahead of you. And what time are you supposed to meet Tate?" Leo was sharing the drive with another Carolina freshman football player, this one from Gatbury, the next town over from us. He'd met Tate Durham over the summer, through Leo's friend Matt Lampert, and they'd hit it off. Tate was one of the few decent football guys I'd met, and I noticed he seemed to have a good influence on Leo.