Leo Dicaprio Young นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I asked, sitting at a small wooden table. My son, Leo, sat across from me. At twenty-one, he was a mirror of the power that had nearly consumed us. He was sharpening a dagger made of obsidian and starlight, his emerald eyes calm, though I could see the violet flicker of the Ninth Cycle beneath the surface.

"33 years ago I had a ceremony like this of my own. The transition was overwhelming, but it's what made me who I am today. I was ready at 24, and my father knew it. My heir, my pride and joy, Liam . He's 23 and just as, if not even more prepared than I was. I wish for nothing but success from him." Wow, that actually felt sincere. "Without further ado, I present to you the new king of the Italian Mafia, my son, Liam Luca !" The room bursts with applause as Liam makes his way onto the stage. The lighting outlines his jawline just perfectly. He's got a wicked grin that makes me nervous for what's about to happen. He looks me in the eyes before turning back to the crowd.

I snapped back defiantly, "Lucas is only seventeen! How can he be involved in the mafia world at his age?" Ricardo barked out a laughter, mocking my innocence. "You're really stupid if you think like that," he sneered. "I killed my first man when I was fourteen. No age is too young for a mafia son." Dread filled me as I absorbed the implications of his words, my mind racing as I thought about my brother in the hospital. Granted, Lucas could be quite adventurous and notorious for getting into trouble, but he would never be involved with men like Ricardo Gambino or even Aiden himself.

He used his hold to tilt Leo’s head back at a slightly awkward angle, forcing him to look up, to meet those stormy grey eyes. Leo’s lips trembled. He was a 20-year-old virgin whose only sexual experience had been with his own hand and a few furtive, shameful fantasies. This was real. This was happening. He let out a shaky breath and, with a surge of surrender that washed away the last of his resistance, he parted his lips. That was all the invitation Daddy needed.

He led me up the stairs showing me different pictures and explaining who was in them. There were pictures of a younger Simon and his wife when they got married, then pictures of them with a baby girl, she must be Elijah's mother, the pictures continue as the child grows into a teenager, her smile seems to dim, her eyes sad and she looked like she was forced to take the pictures. The pictures stop after her high school graduation and then there are pictures of Simon and Elijah, the youngest picture of Elijah was from his high school graduation then it goes on to his college graduation, master's, and when he is made CEO of Warren Media. Initially, Elijah's expressions matched that of his mothe

The lights overhead flickered. Dorian stiffened. He bowed his head slightly in instinctive submission to the Lycan bloodline. "My wolf answers to me," I stated coldly. "Not him. Not anymore." "Daddy!" The tension in the room shattered instantly. A small ball of energy sprinted through the side door that connected my office to the private penthouse suite. Leo crashed into Dorian's legs. My son had messy black hair and a smile that could light up a dark forest. He was four years old and already showing signs of advanced strength.

Although it didn't hurt, the sensation of touching him sent shivers through my entire body and made me struggle to maintain my composure. His green eyes darkened, forming hard pools. "You claimed to be an eighteen-year-old delta wolf raised by a single mother, when in reality you are twenty-one, an omega, and the daughter of a scumbag. Did you think I would never find out?” Tears stung behind my eyelids, and my heart pounded painfully. Adonis' words stung like a bee, and I wasn't sure how much more I could bear. I shut my eyes tightly, tears running silently down my cheeks.

he answered Liam Alfonso was the younger brother of Lucario. He was the real deal of the two and we were constantly at war. Suddenly Royalty became the main target in the mafia world and I was getting worried about her contact with the outside world. She was a model after all and was becoming really famous. "Never!" I refused "Why not?" he asked amused Liam was a carbon copy of Lucario but shorter and he had a scar on his cheek from a knife wound I had given him a few months ago.

You and your family will die tonight," I hear the voice say. I do not know the voice as I have never heard it before. Not many people know that my parents have another daughter as I never get invited to their parties or when they go out to parties like my brother and sister. I am relieved now, as I do not want to die with my family. "Please, Godfather, have mercy. You can marry my beautiful daughter or have her as your mistress," I hear my dad beg. I am ashamed of him. He is a bloody coward and will sell his daughter to the Godfather to save his ass. Wait! What the fuck? Did my father piss off Riccardo Marino Is he crazy? Everyone knows Riccardo is heartless and will kill you for only lookin

She practically bounced in her seat, leaning towards me like she was about to spill the world’s juiciest secret. “Who is he?” I asked, my voice barely audible. My heart was still pounding, and I needed answers. She glanced around the room, making sure no one was listening. Then she leaned in even closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “His name is Liam DeLuca. He’s one of the school’s directors…youngest in history, actually. He’s only 28, but he’s already insanely rich. Like, donated-a-billion-dollars-to-the-school rich.”