Kickin It Leo Novels & Stories

I’m very sure my heart just skipped a beat. “Shout one more bloody time, and you’ll fucking lose that tongue.”

We were entirely normal… honest, just fully grown men, playfighting at an Alpha ceremony, like they could not care one iota what any one thought. I decided to walk to see if I could find Leo, he was always good for company, and I had yet to see how he was feeling about today. I wanted to check he was okay. I knew he and Cleo had always been close. ‘Leo?’ I mindlinked. ‘Where u at my bro?’ ‘On the moon.’ He answered with all the sarcasm that boy seemed to like to share when he spoke to me. ‘Hmm. Bring me some back. Might have it on a sandwich later.’ I replied. ‘You want to hang out til this starts?’

“Don’t play dumb with me, boy! You’re not good at it! I’m already well aware that you and Leah had a confrontation yesterday, but I want to know your side of the story before I decide what to do about this engagement between you to. So, spill!” Theo gritted his teeth once again. He could believe that bitch tattled on him. What was she, five? No worries. Just one more thing to punish her for. “It was just a misunderstanding, I’m sure. Leah was being very secretive about where she was going, and I admit that I got a bit upset and grabbed her arm to stop her from leaving the house. Apparently she didn’t appreciate that and decided she should break my nose in return.” He shrugged his shoulders a

Leo shook his head and slowly put down the napkin on the table. He grabbed a metal fork in his right hand and suddenly bent it with his thumb. Then he casually dropped the fork, clasped his hands together, and said arrogantly to Alex, "Now am I qualified to sit down? If you still don't think it's enough, you can give me your hand and have a feel...that is, if you think your bones are harder than metal." Alex was indeed surprised by Leo's amazing strength, but he was not at all frightened and his temper rose.

Me: "It's not your fault, Leo; there's no way you could have known he was going to get hurt." Leo: "I keep telling myself that, but my head refuses to accept it, but enough about me. Are you guys driving to New York or flying? Me: "By air, we're on the plane; Sophia is sleeping right now; she doesn't like flying." Leo: "Tell her I said hello when she wakes up; I'm going to try to get back to sleep; talk to you later, Princessa." Me: "Bye, Leo, try taking some warm milk, it might help you get back to sleep."

He didn't stop hitting as blood splashed from the doctor's face staining Leo's white shirt "I'll kill you!"Leo snarled through gritted teeth as he tossed Justin around such that the scenery was suffocating. I didn't like it one beat. Every attack flashed before my eyes that the doctor continued provoking Leo who was raging and beating the hell out of him. I was frozen in place as I saw Monica running off to stop Leo but she was not so powerful compared to Leo who was a complete beast

He kept his calm, keeping his body relaxed, inhaling the fresh air caused by the trees he has in his lot. Leo's lips twitched, itching for an answer. "Why?" He asked, too bold yet Klyde found laughable. He always find Leo an idiot, but he just makes him laugh sometimes because of his idiocity. Though even how much stupidity Leo consumes in his head full of air, he's still one of his men who does their job done clean, even if Leo can't control his hunger from owning some of their victims sometimes.

Ma-at and Scoir, who’d accompanied Leo, frowned, but before they could do anything, the silver cycle whipped tendrils around its rider’s legs, and Leo gunned the throttle. Just in time to shoot past an angry Keilor and a startled Jackson. Jackson watched the pair without expression. “Leo is a good rider, her Symbiont dependable.” The look Keilor shot him was pure murder. Then his eyes narrowed back on the moving blur that was his wife.

Leo laughed and told Sharon. Fane walked over straightaway and chose a cue stick. Then he walked toward Leo. “You’ve never placed such a big bet before? Then I hope that you won’t be so frightened by the numbers that you can’t be in your best form later—so scared that your hands begin to shake!” “Pfft!”