Leonard Snart Captain Cold Novels & Stories

Leon looked down at the young man in the center with a laptop on his lap and had a white bandage on his forehead; "Who is this?" "Sir, Ethan Castro, we've identified the intruder the moment the alarm went on. Sol thought it was better to go with the intruder's plan and play with him as he trapped the spies in one place. He asked me to go check on Carl when no one was looking. I've been in constant communication with the young master since the gunshot accident, sir." "Who are you again?" Leon suspiciously asked. "Ethan Castro," He nervously added, "Also known as Death Star."

“Sabatine Stalker. Mr. Rogers sent me. My name is Leon Vartanian. I am his Head of Executive Protection. He’d like you to come in from the cold.” Leon. Sabatine knew the name. Anton had mentioned him once, in an offhand way, when discussing the failure of his previous security detail. “I have a new man, Leon. He doesn’t ask questions. He just sees threats and eliminates them. A useful tool.” The description had made Sabatine wary. Tools could be turned. “Prove it,” Sabatine called back, his own voice barely above a whisper, yet sharp. Without hesitation, Leon raised his left hand. It was not a weapon, but a phone. He tapped the screen, and a moment later, Sabatine’s own burn phone vibrated i

"Loose cannon? Says the golden boy who hides behind daddy's name. Step up or get out of my way Ryder." Guys on the ice slowed down watching us. Coach blew the whistle but we ignored it. This had to look ugly. "You think you can talk to me like that?" I shouted pushing my chest into his. "I am the captain. I built this team. You are the new guy with a rap sheet longer than the season." Kade laughed right in my face that rough sound echoing. "Built this team? With what? Your perfect press conferences and your old man's dirty money? We all know the Ryders play dirty off the ice too."

Holdings. Dante leaned back, nausea rising in his throat. Leonard hadn’t lied. His father had indeed sold his soul—or at least his family’s future—to save Dante’s life. Leonard wasn’t just a captor who appeared out of nowhere; he had been a predator feeding his prey for years before finally deciding to harvest it.

She saw Alexander's thigh pushed between her brother's legs. "Oliver?" Scarlett gasped. She dropped the clean towels on the floor as she saw Alexander's face. Alexander froze completely. The Ice King was trapped. Scarlett stood frozen on the carpet. She looked at the black silk mask on the floor. Then she looked up at the tall man's face. Alexander Whitman. The famous hockey captain. The man from the luxury hotel. Scarlett's eyes went wide. Her face turned red with sudden, hot anger. She looked at Alexander's large hands holding her brother. She looked at the highly intimate way their bodies pressed together.

“Is he always like that?” Noah nodded, completely unsurprised, and reached for the last piece of toast. “He’s the captain for a reason. The man treats rest days like insults.” June chuckled under his breath. We finished the rest of the food in a looser mood once Kyle was gone. The kitchen filled with the clink of forks against plates and the overlapping noise of people who weren’t carrying the same weight I was.

Was he a greedy billionaire as Catherine said earlier? Catherine nudged me as the elevator doors closed. “Is this the billionaire guy?” She whispered in my ear. “Damn, he definitely looks younger than his age. You were right.” “I’ll take that as a compliment.” William Caddel spoke up, surprising me and her. Those words were whispered. How the hell could he hear them? “Thank you.” I cleared my throat and kicked Catherine as my cheeks heated up. Catherine kicked me back and I knew that if I retaliated again, it would never end. “Uh, you live here?”

“I’m not exactly a sports person.” “You will be after tonight. The energy is addictive. Hawthorne versus Westfield is always brutal—especially because of the captains. Brad Walker versus Sebastian Hale. Pure rivalry.” I raised an eyebrow. “Sebastian Hale?” “Captain of Westfield. Tall, insanely talented, and actually a decent guy from what I’ve heard not the cocky asshole type like Brad and his crew. The stands go wild whenever he’s on the ice. Total heartthrob material.” She winked. “You’ll see why.”

Thorne. Captain of the team that now owned my contract. The man whose championship trophy I'd stolen with a last-second, impossible goal three months ago. He looked even bigger up close, a mountain of muscle and simmering rage barely contained in a Vipers t-shirt and track pants. His ice-blue eyes locked onto mine, and the air grew thick, heavy with the promise of violence. "Valdez," he said, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the floor. "Welcome to hell."

Tell me, what's his condition? Leonard and his colleague exchanged looks. They both laughed coldly and said, "Fine, punk. You're pretty smart. "I'll be straight with you then. Mr. Cobb has said that if you transfer the rights of the Arctic Snow Mask to him and promise to leave Steinberg, then he'll pretend that tonight's events never happened."