Leo Prinsloo Novels & Stories

Alex shot him a glare sharp enough to cut steel, "Cut the chatter. You think Ms. Emerson would dangle a fortune just for kicks? If this guy's the real deal, he's your golden ticket out of debt. "But let's get one thing straight–not just any guy with a moon on his skin can clear the slate. "We've had jokers try to pass off fakes before, clueless about where the real deal should be. They just slapped on a crescent and called it real."

Leo was labeled cruel, stone- heart, deadly - yeah, he can be this sometimes but with an enemy. As much as Leo didn't give a fuck how his people saw him, it still didn't erase the fact that he sometimes wished that they could see him as his true self. But then, you just can’t prove anything to people who already have hatred for you. Nothing about you would ever make sense to them. I arrived at the compound of the club, wheeling in like a fuckinh dick head. The club was already running. Whatever I was gonna do, shouldn't fucking affect the customers. Picking up my silver whip from the backseat of the car, I jumped out of the car.

The dominance in his eyes made my breathing hitch, and his amused eyebrow raised at my reaction. "Ian will also be coming with us in case anything goes wrong, which it won't because I'm the best" He smiled proudly with a playful glint in his eye, and I chuckled, but his big smile soon faded, turning into a slight smirk. "You look so pretty" He admitted. "Going soft on me again Mr. Russo?" I teased, running my hands all over his chest, tracing the tattoos that were visible through his shirt. A few buttons were undone, and a tattoo peaked out that said 'sedurre e distruggere' Written in cursive.

His name was Ojo. Ojo was one of Bright's loyal friends, in fact, he was his most loyal, many people called him "Echo" because of his habit of repeating almost everything Bright said. Ojo looks up to Bright as his role model, he believed that Bright was everything he wished he would be but can't.

Her ideas for their next project were hanging somewhere in her brain because she was lost in the problem relating to the company's CEO. Philip shook hands with one of his clients with a smile. His client's name was Mr. Ayomide, a Nigerian who loved artworks. He was glad to meet Philip after hearing a lot about his talent for a long time. "I wouldn't want to waste your time sir, please sit." Philip said.

Not that I had anything in mind at the moment but I planned to come up with something. The car pulled up in the parking space of the airport and as I stepped down, I noticed the foyer was thronged with sea of heads. I rushed there,having no problem at all locating the woman I had come for. Doria Leva stood out in a crowd. It wasn’t just the slender body and looks; It was that rare gift. She was a magnet. One of the reason she was so successful in her line of work. “Nik!!” She called out, finding me almost instantly.

The chief said as he presents us to them. “You all might have heard about Prince Leo and his lover Flora. They got so popular lately for defeating the Lebron soldiers on the East side of Eurie. These are their new companions Mr. Vlashmere, Miss Lana and Miss Rianne.” Sir Hulio introduces us as the hunters are just looking at us as if they are studying us. “We highly appreciate what you have done your highness, kind sir and... ladies.” they said as I just casually step behind Leo trying to avoid their eyes as I sigh.

That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble. I come back to the leader of the gang with whom I played a few moments back after beating his minions, pulling his collar I try to lift him up but couldn't due his weight, grunting loud I try to keep him in a sitting position my mind advising me to work out on my body leaving my skills aside. Bending low I place palm over the wooden pole on which he rests his shoulders on and my other palm over his right shoulder to hold him in place. "Where is the letter?," I ask in a low voice alarmingly.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”