Leo Howard In Kickin It Novels & Stories

"How was your Miami trip?" Leo licked his bottom lip. Truthfully, he was there for his football match. He was a twenty-three-year-old playboy, and the leader of the football team at their college, making him popular among the ladies with his impressive athletic body and devilishly handsome face. A leading rapper had invited him to an orgy two days ago, to celebrate his victory in the game the day after the match ended, and man, the experience was worth it. He had made quite the body count and did some nasty shit that would grant him a one-way ticket to hell.

Leo answers, flashing a broad smile that irritates Lucas and makes him want to hit him right then and there. "Could you get to the point? I don't have much time left," Lucas says, causing Leo to finally understand and explain everything. He reveals that he's skilled in IT, capable of hacking, tracking, and basically anything related to computers. This revelation surprises Lucas. It turns out that the young man before him is somewhat of a genius. "So, you're a bit smarter than your appearance suggests," Lucas praises, making Leo roll his eyes. "Hey, Uncle, just so you know, I'm smarter than you. I was able to figure out that Luna was kidnapped with just one phone call," Leo says, causing Luca

Killjoy. "Students, may we please have your attention." Leo's voice resonated with the speakers. Immediately, all heads turned towards the stage in front of us where Leo and the rest of his gang stood. Sandy caught my eye and she beamed brightly and waved at me. I, of course, ignored her.

Leo was cut short as he cried out in pain, the flaming torch meters away from where he stood, and his arm nearly ripped off. "I've heard enough of this bullshit. Insult our Luna one more time... I'm begging you," Kierran was a breath apart from Leo, one of his clawed hands crushing the life out of his neck, while the other was only centimetres away from his scrunched-up face.

LEO "Leo! Leo Taylor. Give me a hug, you big oaf." Carrie Russell caught up with me and put her words into action, wrapping her arms around me tightly. "Congratulations, sweetie! Can you believe it? You guys are all done . . ." Quinn's mom fumbled in her bag, sniffling as she dug out a tissue. "It doesn't seem possible. I swear it was just yesterday all three of you were playing naked together in your baby pool."

“You know Lebron? Are you familiar with him?” “Sir York, Senior doesn’t know him that well.” “It’s just that Lebron is Lucas’s best killer. He’s really well-known in Mordu, so almost everyone knows him.” Harvey nodded. Brennan nonchalantly sat on the couch and crossed his legs. “Lebron is a retired King of Arms from America. Lucas hired him with a high price, and is using him to get rid of any form of obstacle that might hinder any plans.” “It’s said that Lebron has killed at least eight hundred people.”

I channel every drop of brat energy I have and weave between two raging idiots trying to rip each other's heads off, sliding beneath a flying kick and elbowing someone's thigh for good measure. "Sorry, reflex!" I yell as the guy stumbles. I duck a punch and side-step a kick. Someone grabs my arm and tries to flip me, but I twist and knee them hard enough to make them wheeze. Hey! That felt kind of good. Maybe I'm not entirely hopeless. Rhydar's voice comes again: "Behind you." I spin and duck just in time, landing a lucky shot on someone's knee. Theo backs into me, growling. "Stay alive, Leo."

Then he turned and walked away, his feet heavy as he made his way to his car. Two hours later, Jordan stood in the middle of his studio—a small, cluttered space in the heart of Lagos that smelled of developing chemicals and coffee. He’d placed his camera on the workbench and was staring at the photo he’d taken, zooming in on the way Liam’s hand was resting on Kayla’s cheek, on the soft curve of her smile. Leo was sitting on the floor in the corner, building a tower out of wooden blocks, humming to himself. “Daddy?” Leo said, looking up at him. “Are we still going to get pizza?”

He was just about to exit the room when Nile shouted, “Don’t you wish to know who you are?” Nile suddenly felt the coldness of guns on his neck and head. He rolled his eyes around and saw Howard’s men pointing guns at him. The one who shouted first was Neo, “Don’t ya joke around!! One blow and yar head will fly in the sky!!!” Quell opened the lock on his gun to fire at Nile and Paul. Right, that moment Howard shouted, “STOP!!” His voice echoed in the room. “But…”, Leo protested to Howard. However, he had to stop. Howard’s sharp gaze even pierced Nile’s soul. “He looks just like Ian, yet nothing like him. More like...Diane!!”

Leo noticed and smiled the whole way. In the war room the captains laid out the plan for the dock hit. Small team. In and out. Destroy the shipment the Morettis were bringing in. Kai stood close to Leo the whole time. Their arms brushed. No one noticed the bite marks or the way Kai’s pants sat a little lower because of the ache in his ass. Leo felt powerful. He had the heir position, the respect from his father, and the man who was supposed to control him now bent over for him when he wanted.