Leon Fou Bartfort Mga Nobela at Kwento

Leonardo Franco POV Just before twelve, we exit the lobby. Bart, his wife, and Robinson, that pretty boy with the soft, white, piano hands whom Luna Belle calls her best friend, are outside. Bart and Robinson are loading bags into the trunk of Bart’s BMW. Bart’s wife, Celeste, looks the worst for wear with a pair of oversized sunglasses shielding her eyes. She’s sitting on a bench next to the entrance, her face whiter than porcelain, sipping green slush that must be some miracle hangover remedy in a takeout cup.

The bartender immediately went and started preparing the man's order while this was happening. Leo fortez got tired and went straight to the bar side to get a new drink with the women dancing earlier. “What do you want? Just order what you want, it’s on me,” said Leo Fortez and turned his gaze to the man sitting quietly on the bar side near him. “Are you new to this bar, mister? You seem to be lost in the wrong bar.” The people in the bar fell silent. They know something bad will happen. With the number of Leo’s bodyguards lurking inside and outside the bar, they are sure to be salvaged and his body will never be found again.

this whole atmosphere, full of temptation, was getting me hot. It’s obvious what Stephanie went to do with that girl, and it’s obvious what people were doing on those tucked-away couches. I shouldn’t be here. Lorenzo could take it the wrong way. Maybe I should’ve answered his calls. He’s probably furious. Then my lowered eyes landed on a martini set right in front of my clutch on the bar. Beneath the gorgeous drink sat a small square of thick, dark-blue, linen-textured card. “Excuse me, I didn’t order this,” I called to the bartender.

I could see a tear roll down his face and I wanted to laugh at how pathetic he is. "Please. Why are you doing this?" I crouch down so I can be eye to him with him. "You touched what's mines. And now you have to pay." Andrew starts shaking but I don't care. "Put him on the floor." I command to Jackson and he does. Going over to a table next to the wall, I grab a crow bar and walk back to Andrew. Andrew's on his back while he tries to squirm his way out of Jackson's grip but Jackson doesn't let up.

Alpha Leonardo; “Don’t fucking tell me that you have no idea who that lady was!?” I slammed hard on the bar stand as I roared at the bartender. I’d been here for hours waiting for this damn bartender to resume his duty shift. And now, he had no idea about the lady. Fucking no idea!! I’d watched the CCTV but the damn thing didn't capture her. Or should I say, the part of her was erased. Every damn thing. Someone fucking did, and no one in this club could tell me who did.

The shirt spoke of professionalism and sophistication, a reflection of his disciplined approach to his role. Completing the ensemble were trousers that hung perfectly, tailored to fit his frame with precision. His shoes, polished to a mirror shine, echoed the same level of attention to detail that Donovan applied to every aspect of his leadership. As he strode into the room, his demeanor radiated confidence and authority, his attire serving as a visual testament to his position as the frat leader. And as he fixed his gaze on Boma, there was no mistaking the power he wielded, both within the fraternity and in her heart.

Considering Leon's superior strength, the Sotuehrn Boss was no match for him and they did not need to worry about that. Still, the Southern Boss was rather formidable as well and they still felt the need to remind Leon to be careful. "I know! Don't worry. I'll be careful!" Leon smiled reassuringly. "Leon, it's over for you today! Get out here and accept your fate!" Just then, a roar sounded. Felton and a dozen martial artists stormed in from the outside. "That's Felton Fermer!" "What is he doing here?" "Is he here to cause trouble?" ...

, Jared repeated the question. "The fortress was created by a research scientist named Gary Bradley and his wife Lily Bradley after the first set of evolved humans were found and the first set was he and his son. Two years after the inability to control his abilities of growing eight times his original size whenever he was angry or excited, he decided to create an institution named the fortress because he knew he wasn't the only one going through the difficulty of controlling his abilities. That same year, his four year old son who was diagnosed deaf started bleeding excessively from his ear and a medical doctor and otolaryngologist by profession named Alexander Scott told Doctor Gary that h

Barton waved his hand repeatedly, “The whole incident was Mr. Don Quijote’s fault. You are the one who took the initiative to hit on Miss Lorissa, and when you found out later that she was not who she claimed to be, you have actually beaten her up. You are a real d*uche!” Lorissa immediately interjected from the side, “Mr. Barton, I spend a lot of money at your club every year, and so many of your customers here are introduced to me. Unfortunately, today, I got bullied at your club. So you have to come up with a satisfactory explanation for me.” “Calm down, Miss Lorissa.” Barton nodded. Then, he threw a glance at Clifford, Don Quijote, and the others. A hint of tyranny appeared in his eyebro

This test all seemed to be nuclear. I watched the Belfort brothers. Gentle was practically vibrating with excitement with his mouth pulled in a dangerous grin. “Well, what are we waiting for? Who is going first between you two?” he said, voice loose with thrill. His eyes flicked between me and Yvonne, like a man watching two cards about to be turned.