Leonard Cooper Novels & Stories

I don't know how to respond in this system, but I promise I do read them. Cooper

“I mean… I'd feel so much comfort too to get rid of gossip that you aren't a Luna. Now, everyone knows,” Leo laughed strangely and everyone joined. Zoe struggled to balance herself after Leo's statement. Leo? He's going to get this plan ruined and I need to make sure he goes back to Sky Wings immediately. “That was a strong joke, Mr.?” Alex asked “Oh… Mr. Leonard Danny,” he introduced and everyone froze in their seats. “Same Leonard Danny?” Alex asked and that was the inception of confused murmurings. “That's not possible,” a man close to me whispered under his breath.

Eleanor said, holding up June’s stare. June flashed an impish grin. “I like you. What’s your name?” “Eleanor.” June turned around “Come with me. We need to talk.” ***** Leonard stepped out of the limousine and took bold steps after his bodyguards who were leading him to the multipurpose hall. It was a few minutes past 10 am and Leonard had arrived just in time for the meeting. He was smartly dressed in a black tuxedo and his ponytail dangled behind him.

June 27, 1996, THE GUEVARA’s Holding. “How can you tell me we lost to Ronald Huston?! Why the hell did you about the investors!” Leonard snapped at Theo smith, his personal assistant. Leonard ran his hand through his hair, frustration sets in, “Have you suddenly lost your tongue? Didn’t I warned you about this?” Leonard yelled. “I’m..I’m sorry, I thought I could double the profit shares higher than the Guevara. I’m sorry sire,” Theo apologized immediately—he’s on his knees.

His PA asked. "Come on, I knew that if she was lying, she would never get away with it. I am Alexander Cooper. Who will con me and get away with it? I didn't think it was a big deal. Luna Salvador, I am so going to deal with her. This is her information, right? It's already late. I can't imagine myself going to that area of the city at this time.

He was totally broken and devastated as he stared blankly at the spot where Leonard’s body had been removed. “Who is that?” Curious, Lawrence asked, eyes narrowing at Kevin as he studied him. “A relative of the deceased officer?” “Leonard had no close relatives,” Alex pointed out, and turning to look at Kevin, he said, “His name is Kevin Logan. Leonard was the detective assigned to his case about a year ago when he was still in Fallout. His commanding officer had teamed him up with detective Murphy to search for his fiancée, who was abducted two days to their wedding.”

His cold, somber face, shrouded in the dim light, was stark contrast to the vibrant lively scene behind him. Suddenly, the crisp sound of high heels clicking against the floor pierce the air, followed by a pair of slender arms wrapped around him. “Leo, everyone's waiting for you to give the word!!” The woman tugged at his arm,pulling him from the sofa. As she looked up at his chiseled features, her heart raced like a frantic deer. No wonder he was Leonard Williams, the CEO of Knight Enterprises. It wasn't just his billion dollars fortune; but his God like looks alone could stop traffic, captivating every woman who laid their eyes on him. He was born to stand out, a beacon that had shattered

When he straightened, the pen still in his hand, I forgot how to breathe for a second. Leo. Except here, in a white coat, with a name badge clipped to his chest: Dr. Leonard Fournette, MD, Psychiatry. You have got to be kidding me. His eyes landed on me, and recognition lit them instantly. That smile—the one that had been charming in a Dubai restaurant—spread across his face. “Dr. Steele.” I blinked, my voice slower than my thoughts. “Dr… Fournette?” “Leo works too,” he said easily, crossing the room to shake my hand like we hadn’t last seen each other over dinner with candlelight and too much wine.

“That’s more than enough.” As teenagers, Leonard and Cole were as close as brothers. They studied together, worked shifts at the clinic on weekends, and sometimes stayed up all night discussing ethical dilemmas or the future of medicine. They complemented each other, Leonard, intuitive and spiritually gifted; Cole, precise, methodical, and scientifically brilliant. Where one led with instinct, the other counterbalanced with knowledge. Leonora often watched them from the porch, heart full. “These boys,” she told Simon one evening, “they’re going to change the world.”

“How did you do that?” Massimo asked, still standing beside Leonard as the last of the investors exited the meeting room. Leonard didn’t answer immediately. He was reclined in his chair, swinging slowly as though gravity itself bowed to him. His fingers were tented together, the way a man thinks before delivering either salvation or damnation. “I just pulled a little stunt,” Leonard replied coolly. “A little stunt?” Massimo scoffed with a smirk. “You had Anderson gaping like a man who saw a ghost. Whatever notification he got, it rattled him to the bones. And yet, you were just sitting there, smiling.”