Leonard Snart Captain Cold Novels & Stories

Sheldon did not expect that Charlie would ask him about Leonardo, who had already been dead for twenty years. He subconsciously said, “Yes… But Leonardo Waldron has already been dead for twenty years… What does he have to do with Ten Thousand Armies?” Charlie laughed and said, “The lord of Ten Thousand Armies is Leonardo Waldron’s son. His name is Porter Waldron. You should still remember him, right?” “What?!” Sheldon was shocked as if he had just been struck by lightning, and he said out loud, “Porter, he… he actually became the lord of Ten Thousand Armies?!”

I followed him with my eyes. Nate quirked a brow at me in question. "What?" He asked. "It's nothing. There's just something about Leonard. I can't place my finger on it. He's very capable." I said as I began to take the stairs up to the main entrance door. "He's the leader of a squadron. We'll talk later. Get some rest. We'll be interrogating the captive in an hour." Nate suggested, turning back to the guards. "Attention!" His voice was back to firm and commanding.

“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.”

A second later, someone screamed loudly in pain. Natasha watched in horror as he turned to another corner and let loose another bullet. Then he grabbed her arm, pulled her towards the closet and pushed her in. "Stay in here. No matter what happens, do not come out." "Wait!" she cried out, grabbing his arm. "What's happening? Who are these people?" "They're here for me." Leonard said emotionlessly. "I don't understand. Who are you?" He hesitated for a moment before answering. "Don Leonardo, godfather of the Iron Blood Cartel."

"Look, I get it. New guy, hockey captain, whatever. But I'm not interested in charity cases." Charity case. The words echoed in my head, each repetition cutting deeper. "I was trying to read," I managed to say, my voice shaking. "In the history section? Right." He leans closer, and I can smell his cologne, expensive, confident. Everything I'm not. "Let me guess. You're one of those girls who thinks if she hangs around long enough, maybe the popular guy will notice her?" "No, I..." "Well, congratulations. I noticed. And here's some free advice find someone in your own league."

She didn't even take anything except for her bag,the bag she brought to work. Leonard Lee,a supposed billionaire who is also the CEO of the popular business company in Korean came to America for a project with his assistant,Kim Min Ho. Leonard is known to be an aloof man,a man that could freeze the whole world with his coldness. Rumors has it that he could kill to get whatever he wants and was also nicknamed old Nick. Despite his aloofness,he is one of the smartest and handsome CEO in the country. He could get deals with foreign companies only by persuading them and sometimes his piercing gaze that could send shivers down someone's spine did the work.

Roel explains slowly, so I can absorb the information without fainting from the sheer weight of it. My throat is dry. Princess? How can I be a Princess when I have no memories? And Crimson is a Queen? She looks like one, even carries herself like one. But how can she be my mother? "My name is Roel And I work here, as a doctor and as a mentor. You don't need to panic, we are going to take care of you, and help you come to terms with who you are, while we figure out exactly what you remember. Is that okay?"

Somebody was sitting in front of the grave. The two were gravely together and names engraved by Joe Walton and Eva Walton. I know I am late but don't worry, you will get your revenge soon and those people will get their retribution. Leonard Smith appointed bodyguard for his security and officer Jones also spying on him secretly that's why I have to restrain my moment for some time but now my patience is over. Soon Leonard will go to hell with his old pals.

Leonard Diego has arrived,Thunder, my security lead, announced. I froze for a second, then let out a soft breath. *Leonard Diego.* The name carried memories—bittersweet, nostalgic, and surprisingly warm. He was a billionaire now, a self-made success story, but to me, he was just Leonard, the boy I used to know.