Leo X Donnie Novels & Stories

Never had I felt so much anger towards another singular person. I heard a muffled cry come from Ella. The pain and desperation in her voice was real and something you rarely heard from Ella Jones. "You know who I am, Martinez-" "I am well aware," he replied. "Leonardo Loren. The most ruthlessly terrifying man to ever live." "Then you'll be well aware of what I do to people that do things that anger me," Leo said. "And raping my Luna is top of that list." "You've got nothing on me, Loren. Even if you do find me, you're alone, outnumbered and we have guns," he said in an amused tone. "And relax, I'll ensure that she has fun. After all, it is the last thing she'll do before death."

The rest of the elders stood up, "Ummm... I think Donald has done something really grave and deserves to be punished. But she is a nobody and you can just let it go–" Leo jumped all the way there at an insane speed and jumped on the elder, making him hit the nearby wall hard. I gasped seeing how angry he was probably about what the elder said and I wanted to stop him. "How dare you call your Luna a nobody? How dare you?" Leo's voice was way too scary like he had been possessed. He was pinning the elder to the floor while the others just moved back. He dug his claws in the elder's shoulder and made the man wince in pain.

He stated, "IN PRIVATE." Why do I feel uneasy? What exactly is this about? I gave the others a sign to leave the room and they all did. His men went out too. I stared at him unable to speak, I feel like he's going to ask me everything about Lea. "Do you happen to know a human girl by the name Donnie who looks exactly like Lea?" He blurted out. Donnie? He found out about her? How did he know about her so fast? "How did you...."

she gasped. “Do it,” Donovan growled. “Cum all over his cock while I watch.” She exploded. Her orgasm ripped through her, as her body shook, while her mouth opened wide in a silent scream. Leo didn’t stop. He pounded her harder, deeper, chasing his own high. “Fuck, I’m gonna fill this pussy,” he groaned. “Do it,” Donovan said coldly. “Then you leave.” Leo came with a grunt, burying himself deep and emptying inside her.

His body arched off the table. Nothing. "Again! Clear!" This time the monitor beeped. Irregular, but there. I exhaled and my hands finally started shaking. The door opened and a woman walked in. Tall, elegant, wearing heels that cost more than my rent. "Dr. Rosabella Romano. Neurosurgeon." Her eyes scanned the wound. "L1 vertebra. Clean stabilization work. You know what you're doing." "Can you fix it?" "Here? No. But I can prevent further damage until we relocate him.

Leo didn't even answer, keeping his eyes closed. Digger. That was Leo's nickname. After learning how Doni and Jo's nicknames came about, Eugene didn't particularly want to know about Leo's nickname. It was obvious it would have some terrifying origin. But Big Mouth Doni took it upon himself to explain the nickname to Eugene in detail.

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The door open, snapping my attention to it, my spirit dropped when John came in. I was hoping it was Marco sneaking. “Donna.” He stared, was confirming the bullshit the journalist has said. I shook my head, swallowing the thick lumps that have formed in my throat. “Where's Marco.” My voice broke, “I ask a question.” I demanded when he didn't say anything. His stare was fixed on the floor, I saw him fisting his palm and his body shook as if he were holding back his emotions. “Don is dead.” Even is voice was more broken than mine.

“We're truly sorry for…” “I'm Leonardo Christen! Jinx Armstrong's friend!” Leo declared gallantly while walking in. A small but short smile appeared on Lionel's lips afterward. He dismissed the nurses, then offered Leo a seat. Despite that, Leo definitely isn't desiring that. "Cut the bullshit you darn doc! Where is Jinx? He was involved in a terrible accident, where is he? Why can't I see him, huh? Tell me!” Leonard barked ragingly at Lionel, who seemed relaxed. Quietly, he brought out a file and placed it on the door.

I just didn't care for it. I caught a glimpse of him before he opened his door and came inside. All I could see was his body. He was wearing a crisp gray shirt, buttoned low enough to catch a glimpse of his bronzed chest, and a pair of black pants that were simple enough. His hair was smoothed back again, giving him a look of refined polish. But with the overbearing shape of his muscled body and the cat-like slant of his eyes it was impossible to dismiss him as simply polished. No, Leon was too rugged for polished.