Leon Cromwell Novels & Stories

he paused on his words when he saw my expression darken. I gave a signal to Theo, who immediately walked towards Mr. Martins and whispered something to him "CEO, just CEO…the CEO doesn't like someone talking all high and mighty about him" Theo whispered to Mr martins whose expression immediately turned apologetic as he turned around and bowed many times towards me. "I'm sorry Mr. Leonard…please forgive my attitude just now" he gave an awkward smile which made everyone to burst out laughing again. Even Amelia was laughing. This was so embarrassing "Please, once again, ladies and gentlemen…I present to you Mr. Leonard, the one and only CEO of 7ELEVEN corporation" everyone gave a standing ovati

"I just found this out not long ago. Willie was way too arrogant and bossy, totally not acting like a chamber of commerce president." Jasper went on, "The Norfolk Chamber was probably still under Bradley Perez's control. He was with me back when we followed Sir Cromwell. But there was this one time Sir Cromwell went out and got into a car accident. The weird thing was, only he and I knew about his plans, and he took a small road. Somehow, he just happened to run into a car. Later, they said the driver was drunk, and Sir Cromwell didn't make it." He sounded really emotional as he said this.

Maybe I am, because I am glaring and feel like strangling the most feared man in the country. Crammed up in the corner, trembling are the most powerful people in our county, yet here I am snapping at this man. He takes out a folded paper from his jacket pocket and throws it at me. What a jerk! I catch the paper, unfold it and immediately notice our country’s old flag on it. Agreement of marriage between Prince Leonard Largota and Lady Zoe Maloy. By the order of Her Highness, Queen Violet and First Countess, Lady Monroe. His surname is Largota? Like the country’s name. As in a member of the believed to be dead royal family?

Capture just wasn't option for me. Growling echoed around the small clearing as the bushes began to part, 8 wolves walking into the space before me. The lead wolf released another piercing growl. This growl was powerful, deep and full of dominance as it silenced the wolves stalking behind him. It was strong, not quiet an Alpha, perhaps a Beta or a strong Delta. He snarled at me, his form emitted such dominance my wolf was ready to roll over submission, I quickly took control from her before she did.

he commented. “That’s why I’m a private detective.” “And what else do you know about me?” “You changed you name from Konrad Simelosky to Thomas Cromwell,” I told him. “You probably got the idea from Vasily Kutziyez’s CD collection. Jethro Tull was an English agricultural pioneer as well as the name of the famous British rock band. Englebert Humperdink was a 19th century composer as well as being a singer from the 1960s.”

he dropped his hands and tried to get up. "On your knees!" Vini shouted, and I gestured for him to calm down. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. The man looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, although I couldn't place him. "Of course, I know who you are. You are Dominic Montego, the Don of the Montego empire." "And you are?" Clearly, the man knew all about me while I knew nothing about him. His knowledge of me had me curious. "I didn't know that my fame had reached far and wide." I looked around the deserted landscape.

Oliver Cromwell Oliver Cromwell is a person in the history of the British Empire who is known to have a strong affinity with the devil. He even exchanged his own soul for a very high position in the kingdom. This case is no longer a rumor. Even the British Empire acknowledged and after Oliver's death they still display the corpse of this evil person.

Surely- this was my Uncle Caleb, Dad, and Uncle Fred's brother. "That's me. Who do I owe the pleasure to?" I reply, making him chuckle. "Right. Let me introduce myself. The name is Caleb. Caleb Knight, I'm the owner of Knight's Enterprise and the father of Andrew Knight. It's come to my attention that you are the man of the night." he says smiling, extending his arm for me to shake. I shake firmly, making his smile widen. "It's a pleasure, sir," I say, playing it off. Does he really not know we are related? Or could he be trying to pull my leg? Either way, I have a feeling I need to be careful with him.

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"And Jane… a pawn in a game of power, a young girl caught in a storm she couldn't control." The stories were heavy, filled with betrayal, ambition, and death. It wasn't just the famous names, though. Rami also pointed out the lesser-known figures, the courtiers, the advisors, the guards. "That one," he said, gesturing towards a portrait of a man with a stern, almost grim expression, "was Sir Thomas More. He was Henry VIII's Lord Chancellor, but he refused to acknowledge the king as head of the Church of England. He paid the ultimate price."