Leonard Snart Captain Cold Novels & Stories

The moment the moonlight illuminated her face, the air inside the car instantly froze. It was Veronica Schuman. Nathan instinctively looked at me. After all, every time I had seen her in the past, I would lose control of my emotions. This time, however, I merely cast an indifferent glance her way, withdrew my gaze, and remained completely unbothered. Nathan tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his gaze drifting over to her, his worry practically overflowing from his eyes. I caught on right away. I pushed the door open to get out of the car, offering him an excuse. "If you need to patrol the military camp, I can walk back on my own."

**Jenna:** (Genuinely startled, her polished facade slipping) "Excuse me?" **Elias:** (Leaning forward slightly, his grey eyes turning arctic, pinning Jenna, then deliberately shifting to stare directly into the main camera lens. His voice dropped, quieter than before, yet amplified by the microphone and the sheer, terrifying intensity he projected. Every syllable was a shard of ice.) "Let them be concerned. Let them squirm in their boardrooms. Let them clutch their pearls and assume my judgment is hopelessly clouded by emotion." A pause, loaded and dangerous. "And then... let them *watch*. Let them watch Noah Hart outperform every single expectation they ever had. Let them watch him prove t

Hale wiggled his brows, and the others followed suit. “What?” I asked absentmindedly. “Some ass!” they cheered. “Keep it down, this is still a bar.” “Oh, come on. Is the princess cranky tonight?” my best friend, Ronny, said. “Whatever. Besides, I can get ass anytime I want. With a face like mine, it's easy to get any woman I want.” “You sure about that, Captain?” Gregor asked with a tilted brow. Of course I'm fucking sure. I've just been busy, that's all.

The sonogram attached to the thread was the killing blow. "She’s pregnant," I whispered. "The timeline... it matches his trip to London for the European Screen Awards. While I was here handling the pack’s logistics and keeping Doña Carmen happy, he was starting a legacy with her." Mason stared at the screen, his jaw tightening. "That bastard. He’s the captain of the Ice Kings, the face of the North, and he’s out here pulling this? Elena, if this gets out, the pack hierarchy will crumble. The scandal alone—"

So, she really didn't need his help after all. Behind him, Oliver, who had been about to pull out another invitation from his own pocket, quietly slid it back where it came from. Leonard, however, was more interested in the way Elara referred to Theodore. Leonard, however, was more interested in the way Elara referred to Shore. She addressed him as "Mr. Snapp." That meant they weren't close. "Come with me," Leonard said simply. Elara didn't know where he planned to take her. But instinctively, she trusted him.

Nathan looked at my reddened eyes and raked a hand through his hair in agitation. He suddenly pulled off his oversized team jacket and dropped it right over my head. "It's freezing and you're sitting there shaking like a leaf. Put it on. If you get sick from the cold, who's going to do our chores?" I poked my head out of the jacket, but he'd already skated off. That night, the IceTyrant account got a message from Nathan. "Master, I played hero and saved a damsel today. Boosted team unity again! But why was that girl so cold? Downright rude! What on earth do women even think about?"

“I want it all.” The room remained still. Eyes locked on him. “Whose casino are we taking over this time, boss?” asked the first guard from the front row. Leonard’s gaze sharpened, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Someone I just know,” he said, voice deep. “The fearless idiot who thought poking a lion’s tail was a good idea. They think they can dare me and walk away untouched.” He leaned back again. “He’s wrong.”