Leon Fou Bartfort Novels & Stories

One of my employees. Taurus….. What a bitch! You can’t speak!? I don’t know what I ever seen in you! Capris thoughts…. How arrogant of this community d***. He must not look in the mirror too often. He’s completely let himself go. Better yet he must have a bag over that crater face b****** head when he’s f****** her. I have always been that and then some. Little does he know his friends have been trying to get at me and tells me all his business. Hahahahahaha someone has been boosting him up. How pathetic?

I felt upset that he couldn’t let go of his grudge. He leaned over to my level with disgust, digging his fingers more into my skin. His eyes flashed fire as he glared at me. “No, you’re mistaken. It was never his. He confiscated it from my father, William Barlowe, and transferred everything to his name overnight. That’s how B. B. Properties became the Bardot Group. Your father’s a criminal. He deserves to die.” He shoved me backwards with disgust, releasing me.

Her voice faded as she slowly fell asleep with her face on the table. Bart looked at his drunk best friend with eyes of pity. "Oh Lola, always so unlucky. This is why i don't like commitments." He paid the bar owner and stood up. He wasn't drunk because he had only few shots of whiskey, whereas Lola almost downed an entire bottle. Bart lifted Lola on his back,her small figure made it easy to carry her around. As he walked down the road he could hear Lola mumbling. "You have such strong arms- and y- your shoulders are very firm too"

Bart looked arrogant. The Second Caste had the entire Country I under control and had about a hundred hostages from the Xavier family. How was the pretty boy going to deal with him this way? It must be a joke! "Do something to you?" Harvey turned around and approached Bart. Before Bart could even react, Harvey already lightly patted his face. "I'm the one who defeated your squad of so-called prodigies. I was also the one who kicked Julio out of Flutwell. The famous people in Country I are nothing to me. Do you think dealing with garbage like you is challenging for me? Ridiculous."

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

"My mentor is Barney Litton, and my name is Emmett Channing. I'm his senior apprentice! If you had any tact at all, you'd do as I say. Otherwise, today will be the day you die!" Barney Litton? At the mention of this name, several of the patrons immediately looked stricken! Barney was a famous Supreme Grandmaster from Steinberg! He was known for being ruthless. Once, he had broken Hans' cousin's legs because he had provoked one of Barney's personal apprentices.

I greeted the giant before me. "I was coming through the city and decided to come and say hello to my favorite bartender.” He grinned before pointing to my office door. "I also have some new products in case you're interested.” George was a handsome male specimen, almost seven feet tall, with blond hair that was always well combed, happy brown eyes, and a model smile. Oh, and a body of fear, literally of fear. I guided him to the office, because he wasn’t only physically beautiful, but also intelligent, he had a tequila distillery that was beginning to sound among the shops.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.