Leonard Burns Novels & Stories

"I know you're just trying to make me feel better. But it's fine. I'll be okay." He forced a shaky smile, as if he didn't want me to worry. I looked at him, my gaze firm. "I'm not just saying that. You really are better than Snowviper. A thousand times better. And… I'll tell you a secret. "I've been reborn, too."

Brian said, exchanging a meaningful look with Leonard. Leonard started the engine and pulled onto the road, with Robinson and the team following close behind. Brian's buoyant mood never faltered, he chatted happily with Leonard about everything and nothing, as if the earlier distress had never occurred. To Leonard, that resilience was a profound victory in itself.

Her profile opened. Family: deceased. Education: Degree in Financial Accounting. Work history: scattered. Skills: none listed. References: minimal. Achievement: Top 5 in statewide mathematics competition (senior level). Nothing dramatic. But enough to explain why a cleaner could outperform my finance team with a glance. My phone buzzed. Father. I debated ignoring it. Answered anyway. “What.” “You’re playing a dangerous game,” he said. “Firing a senior manager without warning?” “He cooked the books.”

Camilla Gomez sacrificed everything for Darian Baldore. When he was accused of murder—a crime that could have shattered his billion-dollar empire—she took the blame, trusting his promises that he would clear her name and bring her back to him once it was safe. Instead, she was abandoned. Branded a killer. Sent to prison to rot while the man she loved moved on as if she had never existed. Worse, she was carrying his child, forced to bring new life into the world while trapped in a nightmare. Seven years later, she returns—not as a broken woman, but as a force to be reckoned with. She’s rebuilt herself and forged her own empire, and she has only one goal: to make them pay for their betrayal.

A mask covered most of his face and all I could see were his eyes, which were bright and then an unusual scar on his chin. Through the smoke, I saw another figure outside the burning room, it was Lucas. He had already made it out and Vera was still in his arms. From this distance, even through the smoke, I could sense it, the way his aura wrapped around her protectively, like a true Alpha shielding his chosen Luna. He held her tightly like she was something he had almost lost forever. His face, I had never seen him like that before. I shut my eyes, a single tear slipped down my temple disappearing into the soot on my skin.

He looked at the letter in his hand. "She's going to be extraordinary," he said. "Yes," Dante said. "When she's ready," Elian said. "When she's actually a journalist and she needs — if she needs support or connection or someone who understands the specific experience—" "She'll know where to find us," Dante said. "Yes," Elian said. "The foundation's address is in the acknowledgment page," Dante said. "And the acknowledgment page is in both novels. And the novels don't go out of print." Elian looked at him.

He would have asked Leonard for help but because of his actions, he decided not to talk to him. Leonard on the other hand was doing well as usual. He took care of the Lee’s business company before he graduated and had made the company rise to its highest peak. Everyone knew that Leonard was responsible for every successful deals of the Lee group but they can’t offend grandfather Lee who is the founding chairman of the group.

"My body burns—make it stop!" Dr. Oxford lunged, shoving the needle into Leonard’s arm. Slowly, Leonard's breathing steadied. He staggered, collapsing onto a chair. His gaze slowly lifted to Dr. Oxford. "What in the world…" Dr. Oxford muttered, crouching beside him. "Are you alright now?" Leonard swallowed thickly. "Yeah… I guess." "So… who are you?" Dr. Oxford asked. Leonard’s jaw clenched. "Leonard Wallington. Son of Maximus. Your weapon," he answered in a slow, measured breath.

Twenty-Two: The Rescue Cecilia POV The doctor’s hands were cold. He pressed against my skin, checking the burns with a detached precision. He smeared the ointment over the raw spots where the clamps had been, his movements efficient. He didn't look me in the eye. His touch was detached, almost bored, as if he’d seen hundreds of girls like me wired up and screaming.

Tormund asked, snatching both from Leroy. "It's a book that has all sorts of exit routes and secret passageways of the pack house. I think the Luna was planning an escape. The bag has some of her clothes and important trinkets and keepsakes." "WHAT!!!" Tormund roared. He opened the book and his eyes roamed over the pages as his wolf growled. He then chucked the book back in Leroy's hand. "Burn it!" he ordered. "Yes, Alpha," Leroy bowed.