Lee Conrad Novels & Stories

But now I know why he never spoke of his parents, it all made sense now but what didn't make sense was if they are Immortal how Dorian died. "Penny for your thoughts" Leo looked at me threw the rearview mirror as I tilted my head back and closed my eyes willing the tears to stay away "What library are we going to?" I could still feel Leo looking at me, I wanted to tell him to keep his eyes on the road but thought better of it "Connor has allowed you access to his place, He has the most extensive supernatural book collection in the world" my eyes snapped open and I drilled holes in the back of his head with my eyes he refused to look at me

I grumbled, clearly having a death wish. Except, the man chuckled and I could bet my life savings that the alcohol was to blame because Eddie looked just as flabbergasted as I felt. "Yes, how very cliched but a fickle thing like fucking with the one and only Gunnar Astor, the man who considers himself untouchable, is also the good motive," Mickey rounded his desk, giving me a full-body image of him. He wore a Slate Gray button-down that was open around the chest and had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Inky black slacks hugged his toned legs, "the figlio di puttana will be pissed that his woman came running to me in the end. He'll be pissed that I won and that he lost. He's always hated

He called gently and I looked at him as saliva gathered in my mouth while I tried to act natural. "Meet my brother, Viktor Sokolov." He introduced and it felt like a bucket of ice had been thrown onto me. 'This man was Viktor Sokolov?' I gasped as it now hit me why he looked so familiar. I had seen this man before on this news several times because he was a military soldier captain and it was nothing good. Mostly about him bombing other armies, sneaking an attack or planning a coup. A reporter had once said that the only difference between this man and a Black mamba was that this man could walk so what Don Luciano doing besides him?

He's like my other best friend who doesn’t get tired of me speaking about myself as weird as that may seem and sound, I know. "Well, I know your fashion will simply not disappoint. It never does," he chuckled and I could already imagine him smoking a cigar as he says this. He's probably sitting in the back of his limousine on the way to one of his mysterious meetings. Or maybe he's cruising through town with one of his diamond covered cars because he has the money to do that.

Other times, I wasn’t so sure. We walked up to Conrad’s door, my eyes on his living room window to the left. The lights were on, his big-screen TV flashing in the corner. Rocky Ace rang the bell, with me standing just a foot behind him. Conrad’s scrawny figure filled my view moments later. The sixty-eight-year-old couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred fifty pounds. Several inches shorter than me and Rocky Ace, he looked at us like he’d just seen a ghost. “De Luna? Gomez?” he said our last names, craning his neck over Rocky Ace. “Do you gentlemen have an appointment?”

"I—" Conrad's face flushed as he suddenly found it hard to speak. The truth was that he was not sure himself that Wilbur had killed Dalton, and Felix might just be telling the truth. But how could Conrad admit to that? Hadirt frowned. "Cat got your tongue, Conrad?" "I…" Just then, Felix piped up. "Lord Conrad's not going to be able to speak about this, Mister Hadirt. He doesn't want others to know what he did. You see, it's too heinous to say out loud."

“But I’m certain that Conrad is the one who is behind everything.” “Then he must be really bold,” Lee replied with a disbelieving scoff. “Too bold.” After a short drive, I dropped Lee at the pack house and made my way over to Conrad’s town. Just as I crossed the border, I called his phone. “Conrad.” My voice was sharp and cold when the line connected. “Who is this?” He asked, feigning ignorance. Conrad already had my number because he had contacted me a few times regarding Zoey. All of a sudden, he wanted to act like he had no idea who was on the phone.

Conrad POV I'm in the back of my limo with Murdock and Conner as we head to the Gala. Both of them are dressed as my security detail, as I'm wearing a fine, custom-made Italian suit. I'm trying to hide my nerves as I know Lewana would have started the raid by now, and I have to keep an eye on the enemy. I get out of the limo to the sight of several flashing cameras going off in my face as reporters start yelling out questions.

His eyes darted around the room, eventually landing on me, his expression a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. Conrad, took it upon himself to bridge the gap between us. With a warm smile, he approached the young man, his arm draped casually over the young man's shoulder. "Come in, Lu," he said, his voice echoing a warm welcome. The young man's cheeks flushed a deep red as he noticed Conrad's state of undress, his eyes widening at the sight of Conrad's erect dick. Conrad, ever the embodiment of nonchalance, merely chuckled and offered an apology. "I apologize for the vulgarity of my actions, but please, get used to this," he said, his tone light and playful.

my feet scrubbed against one another, my fingers gripping hard on the shirt. “I can tell you are lying to me. Something happened between you two. A woman can only dress this way after a good sex with a man. And for Leo, his secret room is his highest privacy. He has never let anyone in that room aside from his late parents. Seeing an Omega like you come out of that room, only means one thing. There is some….” The sudden hard bang on the door cut her off the rest of her words.