Leonard Snart Captain Cold Novels & Stories

Fear. The stranger sighed. "I had hoped you were dead." Silence. Frank's face was drained of color. The stranger looked disappointed. "Would've saved us all time." Savannah exchanged a glance with Grayson. This wasn't what she expected. Not at all. The stranger returned his attention to Grayson. "My name is Lucas." Nobody spoke. The name meant nothing. But Frank reacted immediately. His legs nearly gave out. No!!. Not Lucas. The First Son. The Sovereign.

Ethan added, already back on his feet and looking lively. Liam's brow tightened. "Captain Caldwell, Leonard sold himself to Ms. Reid to save you," Gavin explained. "If she hadn't picked him out, we might not have survived," Caleb added. "Yeah," Logan agreed. With each word, Liam's shock deepened, and his frown grew heavier. Leonard reached into his pocket and took out his badge. "I can't go back with you. Leonard Woods, C1 Special Forces, signing off!" Then, he snapped to attention and gave a sharp salute.

Leonard proceeded to Gwen and placed a palm on her forehead. “She should be awake in no time. She’s doing just fine.” He mentioned. “Thank you, Sir. I’m not sure how she’d have fared without you.” “She’d be dead.” Leonard mentioned abruptly. “What?” “Exactly as you heard it, child.” He continued. “The claws that wounded her weren’t the claws of just anybody. We’re talking about my grandson, the Alpha of Silver Moon– Lionel Williams. He’s too powerful for her.” Then imagine me being threatened with those claws all my life when I eventually marry him. It made my heart race.

Damian POV The video cut to chaos, reporters shouting questions, Adrian raising his hand like some kind of martyr as cameras swarmed him. I lowered the phone slowly, my hand clenched so tight around it my knuckles went white. For a long moment, I couldn't move. My chest rose and fell sharply, my vision narrowing. That man, that worthless, manipulative coward. He was putting on a show for the world, pretending he cared about Lena, about Dylan, when all he wanted was to drag them into his sick game.

As a permanent maid, Tina was often asked by Sonya to bring things—cold compresses, snacks such as bread and soup, or drinks for Leon and Sonya herself. Every time she went up to the second floor, Tina saw Sonya looking like the perfect mother, but her memory returned to the intimate scene she had peeped on: Leon thrusting into Sonya from behind with passion. 'Huh, pretending to be a devoted mother. Even though yesterday she was having fun with her stepson. Poor Mr Gito, betrayed like this,' Tina said to herself. Her face remained friendly as she handed over the items, but her eyes were full of pity for Gito.

“How long have you known I’m not Marley?” “You think I’m stupid?” “No, I—” “You’re Marley’s roommate,” he continued, and how accurate he was left me gagged. “You agreed to stand in for her.” There was no way out of this. I needed to bury my pride and solve this reasonably. He was a hockey captain. He had a reputation. The looks. Possibly power. Who knew what he could do? So I huffed a laugh, then turned to face him like we were really good friends. “Of course you can’t be fooled, you’re Vinn Graham,” I forced a smile. “I was totally expecting that.”

“You didn't inform me that there's a legend in our team.” ‘hmmm, legend my ass.’ my inner voice scoffed. “I thought you knew already.” I said. “Well, I heard he caught your legendary pass, that's for sure, tell you what, he's going to start the take off.” “Excuse me?” I couldn't hide my offense on this way. “But, coach, I always do take off, it's why I am captain.” “You are still captain of the team, Campbell, no one's taking that from you, I just want to watch him in action.”

He had shattered the person who trusted him most. The moment Leon stepped into the locker room, everywhere went quiet. He muttered inwardly, “Yeah, I guess I'm a scumbag for harassing the captain.” He moved to his locker, weakly settled on a bench and started removing his gears. Nath walked over to him and said, “Hey, you okay?” “I will be fine with time.” Leon responded. “Captain is a nice guy, just give it time and he will let go.” “Thanks Nath.” He replied as Math clapped his shoulder and headed to the shower stall.

There were footsteps approaching, so I turned around to find my dad scoping the refrigerator. "Guess who I got to have a good chat with today," he spoke. "Nearly an hour, too. Nice to talk to an old friend every now and then." "Who?" I asked, knowing all too well. "James." "You talk to him all the time, dad," I said, smiling. "How are they up there?" "Well enough. Better than that, I'm guessing. Leon really brought up the company since he took charge." "He's always been a good businessman," I murmured, my tongue suddenly heavy. "They're a good team.”

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."