Leo Lottery Novels & Stories

Leo finally thought he could fight off the level 30 monsters in the wild easily. Now he kept the sword on his waist and he took the last paper that was left on the table. Now he had the Eagle Eyes he could use them to look at the paper after activating the Eagle Eye he could see some writing on the paper. “Tear the paper to use it.” Leo tore the paper and just like the rock the paper vanished and a notification popped up. “You have Unlocked the Hidden class Shadow Master”.

He double-clicked into the tournament server. The lobby filled instantly. Hundreds of names scrolled past in neon fonts and ridiculous symbols. Some were familiar — DarkAce, HydraX, SilverFang. Others were new, untested. Leo skimmed, calculating. His brain worked like a machine, cataloguing playstyles he’d seen, reputation scores, historical win ratios. He typed in his own handle: Hex. The name alone sent a ripple through the chat. DarkAce: lol he’s here HydraX: nah man this kid’s overrated

Jeremiah’s words triggered an even bigger commotion. He was intimidating for slaughtering Gabriel and scaring Cronus to skip town. Hence, his words carried greater weight than Miru’s. “Don’t be fooled by Miru, Uncle Jeremiah.” Leo said menacingly, “My father is Bando Lionel. You and my father helped establish Lefteria Gang with my godfather. I can say that all of you raised me. “But this woman…” He pointed at Miru and said, “She’s only been with the group for a few years, and we don’t know much about her history.

Amanda said, reading out Leo’s schedule off hand. Leo a rich self made billionaire and CEO of a de la Lando fashion company and the largest shareholder at Stanbic global firm which made him the chairperson of the firm. “I thought I had a break from work for my lunch between um,two o’clock to two thirty.”Leo asked, not liking what his daily schedule turned out to be. It didn’t favour him. Leo loved having all his three square meals, especially lunch and he couldn’t afford to miss it today because he had barely ever missed his lunch.

“Who?” Jordy looked away. “…Matt.” Silence. Leo blinked. Then— “Matt?” he repeated. Jordy frowned. “Yeah?” Leo let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “No way.” “What?” Leo shook his head. “You mean that Matt?” Jordy’s expression tightened. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Leo stepped closer. “From the club. With Ella.” Jordy exhaled. “Yeah, I know.” “You know?” Leo repeated.

"But instead they're going to tie the knot?" He said as he narrowed his eyes. "Guess I'll just have to give them a wedding gift, Lewis is going to love my perfect gift to him", he said evilly as he left me and went into his office to make a phone call. "What is he going to do?" "This is not good", I thought as I followed behind him to eavesdrop on his conversation. "Kidnap the bride before she gets to her wedding, I don't care what you do with her."

What she did not expect was Leo popping his head in like a lost puppy. He kept badgering Capri about having his number and for her to call or text him. After a while and not giving up she finally sent a message. Hey! Without a name or a reason. She has no idea what to say and did not know why Leo was so Adamant about her calling him. His response was almost instantaneous, what he had to say she had no words for.

"Please. I have plans for you." Carter let out a strangled laugh, still catching his breath. "You are evil." Leo kissed his hipbone, then let his lips graze Carter's balls, dragging his tongue gently across the sensitive skin before whispering, "This Easter Bunny isn't cumming yet. Not right now." Then, softer--more possessive: "You come only when I say so. You're mine, Carter. My prize." Leo crawled up his body slowly, lips brushing over Carter's stomach, his chest, then his throat. He leaned in close, warm breath curling over Carter's ear as he whispered:

"You made it to the top. Are you the king of the castle?" "Yes! And I have a sword, and I protect you from the bad monsters!" Leo declared proudly, puffing his little chest out. He ran down the plastic slide, landing on his feet with a soft, clumsy plop on the rubberized woodchips. He didn't waste a second before throwing himself straight into Elara’s arms, wrapping his small, cold hands around her neck.

he grins at me. “This place is huge,” Leo exclaims. “We should play a game. It’s too rocky to play Marco Polo. So I’m guessing hide and seek?” Georgia suggests. “Boring,” Ben yawns. “Loser gives winner thirty-four million dollars,” Leo says. Isn’t that like the price of a private jet? “Deal, I’m in,” Bentley snaps his fingers like he had just been offered a sack of lemons. “What? No, that’s too much money,” I argue.