Leonard Snart Captain Cold Novels & Stories

"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.

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."

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."

It was smooth, sending a low rumble that commanded authority. A sudden pause occurred, and everyone's eyes darted toward the direction of the command. It was Leonardo Rutherford—one of the deadliest men in the room, a well-known drug lord and magnate. Immediately, the room went cold. The boss silently signaled the bodyguards to release her. "Let's hear your starting price," Leonardo said, his calm voice laced with keen interest. At that moment, Scarlet snatched the rope that held her robe from the bodyguard, using it to hold her robe back.

He hadn’t become the president of the Bank's enterprise yet, so, he can’t die at the moment. “Leonard, you are despicable. It seems you don’t really love your wife, that’s why you brought a sniper here with you. Although Gavin was scared silly, he still put up a tough front. Leonard had seen through him. Growing up with Gavin, he knew him too well.

He thought that Snow was captured by Joel and asked for Yuri's help to look for Snow in the Hiltons' Mansion, so Leon was not overly worried about Snow. To his bewilderment, it was not Joel, but Gordon who captured Snow. Leon had his doubt about Gordon's involvement concerning the previous incident in Elegante Group, but let Gordon go out of respect for Darius; not only did Gordon not appreciate it, but he also plotted to capture Snow, so Leon was practically seething with anger.