Leo Howard Age Novels & Stories

Hayden said as he took his phone and stepped out of the room. Felix lifted his glass and took a sip before looking at Leo. “You went to celebrate Miranda’s birthday last night?” Leo set down his utensils. “It wasn’t just me. Someone else was there too.” “Oh?” Felix narrowed his eyes slightly, a faint glint flashing deep within them. “Who?” “His name is Mike Lloyd. He works in the military and holds the rank of major general.” Leo’s expression was calm, but a trace of unease still showed.

He blankly stared at the girl across from him and after a while, he frowned, then he cautiously asked. “I know I might sound rude, but I swear I am just curious as I could not make a guess no matter how I try,” Ashdod stated carefully. “Do you mind telling me how old you are?” “Eighteen,” Lexy answered without offense at all. “Well, Ethan is turning twenty-four on his next birthday. I don’t think that is much of a gap, though,” Ashdod shrugged his shoulders as he spoke with his eyebrows raised. “Twenty-four? Not thirty-four?” Lexy exclaimed. “How can he own a club at such a young age and the most famous to youngsters to top it all off.”

I said and he cocked his head to the side. "I mean, he may have mentioned it to me and I missed it but-" "Tyrese Howard, forty-six years old, jailed twice for theft and fraud, I know you did your research on me before you came here saying that you found me," I said and he smiled shaking his head. "Has the party started yet?" Leo asked as he got in with Gwen and Miranda. "Just the beginning," Luke said as he fist bumped his twin. They all took seats somewhere in the living room and I greeted them with a smile.

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.

Jacob explained in a dismayed voice. "Maybe he's just going through something," I said, trying to see the reasons behind Leon's inappropriate actions. I have met many young people who were like Leon and almost all of them make trouble to forget their problems, and I think Leon isn't a new case. Jacob eyes dropped at me. "Leon is no longer young to make trouble. He is already 24 and tasted a lot of women. Do you think that he's still young?" "Your mouth!" I looked at him and lightly slapped his arm. I didn't know that Jacob was kinda vulgar.

I can’t help but clamp my legs together to alleviate the growing tension in between my legs as my mind tries to focus on his father’s words. “Ah, Lucia. I don’t think I can help you here because she did have me under the illusion that she hates me when I first met her. Can’t have that emotion turn real now, can I?” This time, Leo throws his head back laughing, and shakes his head as I make out the crinkled lines near his eyes that reveal his old age. Even at the age of late-fifties, he looked breathtaking. With a strong carved jaw-line teamed with jutting cheekbones, his jet-black hair was slightly peppered with a few strands of white hair and his Egyptian eyes looked prominent under his tan

“Dealing with an ego that has no limits is quite exhausting.” Leopold laughed. This afternoon, he looked relaxed in a blue polo shirt and jeans that clung to his muscular body. A Rolex watch rests on his left wrist, showing the luxury behind his simple look. White shoes adorned his feet, making him resemble a young man in his mid-twenties. To me, every day, this 37-year-old man is always stunning in any outfit. I pressed myself into his embrace, hoping Leopold could transmit some of his warmth to me.

He pointed triumphantly. “See?” Sofia rolled her eyes. “You’ve been talking for three straight minutes.” “Only three?” “That’s the problem.” He looked completely unbothered. Meanwhile, Alberto had somehow decided Leo was interesting which was a very rare achievement. Usually my son took weeks to warm up to people but not today…Today he followed Leo around like a curious shadow. “How old are you?” Leo blinked. “Over Thirty.” “That’s old.” I nearly choke and Sofia doubled over laughing as Leo looked personally offended.

Something heavier. "Try again," the doctor said quietly. "How old is this person?" Leo's heart was slamming against his ribs. He felt cornered. He felt exposed. He opened his mouth to lie again, but something about the way Dr. Webb was looking at him, steady and unblinking and patient, made the lie die in his throat. "Older," Leo whispered. "Much older. Like, forty-five, fifty. Something like that."

Damn, he’s still strong like an unmovable tree stump. I pulled Leo out of my embrace and stared at him – his green eyes looked like pure jade “Dude, you don’t look a day over twenty-five” “Twenty-seven actually” I teased. “You still look like a baby” Seth chuckled. “Yeah, Yeah, you don’t have to rub it in” I took out a note pad from my apron “So what are you two lug nuts having?” Leo asked. “The usual is fine” Jax said raising his hand in the air dismissing him.