Leonard Snart Captain Cold Novelas e Histórias

A trail of bodies and pools of blood remain everywhere this man is spotted. No one goes to Mr Sydney’s side even when he falls on the floor and pales out. He is a cruel bigot, but what a way to die. “Sir Leonard.” Brad mumbles with a shaky voice when he reaches us. Six-five feet tall, I am five-four but I feel like an ant compared to him. Just looking at him is straining my neck. He ignores Brad and hoovers above me. “Lady Maloy.” I look up at the mysterious dark piercing eyes and frown. Shit! That may just get me killed. Lady? I have no title as far as I know.

A public declaration of love. That was all Lori wanted for her twentieth birthday. Instead, she caught her secret boyfriend, Travis, in her bed, with Elena— her cruelest rival. Furious and desperate, Lori runs straight into Lucas Miller’s bed. He is also Elena's bitter ex-boyfriend. Lucas has a strict rule. He only sleeps with a girl once. But now, he is hunting Lori down and wants to properly date her. There is just one problem. Lori's best friend has been in love with Lucas for years. Lori is now trapped in a dangerous game of secrets and revenge. She does not know if she is winning the game or walking straight into a predator's trap.

Reader Note: This is an obsessive romance with power imbalance and emotional intensity. If you enjoy dangerous attractions, control dynamics, and slow-burning tension, you’re in the right place. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Owned by the Cold CEO: His Fragile Acquisition ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dominic settles into his leather chair, framing himself between her open thighs. He doesn't touch her with his hands first. Instead, he picks up his heavy, silver fountain pen. He presses the nib against her inner thigh. The cold metal makes her flinch, but he doesn't stop. He begins to write. He traces black, permanent ink across her skin, the tip scratching slightly as he signs his name onto her flesh.

Leonard, no stranger to this reality, had lived in its shadows since he was a boy. “Did you get hurt trying to survive?” Chateau whispered again, though she knew he wouldn’t hear her. Nor would he notice the pity in her eyes. When asleep, Leonard seemed peaceful. His demeanor was cold, but his sleeping face was far more bearable than his piercing gaze when awake. Those sharp, hawk-like eyes transformed him into an unrelenting, ruthless mafia boss.

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?”

By the time the military transport plane landed at the Riverdale Military Airfield, night had long since fallen. Carrying my duffel bag down the airstair, I was hit by a gust of freezing wind, thick with an unfamiliar, damp chill. "Major Tomlinson!" From a distance, an old military officer with graying hair at his temples strode over. The general stars on his epaulets gleamed softly under the lights. He came to a halt right in front of me, raised his hand, and gave me a standard military salute. "I'm Bruno Black, the deputy commander of the Riverdale Military District.

**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

he paused on his words when he saw my expression darken. I gave a signal to Theo, who immediately walked towards Mr. Martins and whispered something to him "CEO, just CEO…the CEO doesn't like someone talking all high and mighty about him" Theo whispered to Mr martins whose expression immediately turned apologetic as he turned around and bowed many times towards me. "I'm sorry Mr. Leonard…please forgive my attitude just now" he gave an awkward smile which made everyone to burst out laughing again. Even Amelia was laughing. This was so embarrassing "Please, once again, ladies and gentlemen…I present to you Mr. Leonard, the one and only CEO of 7ELEVEN corporation" everyone gave a standing ovati

The adrenaline from the game finally fading and my muscles began to throb. “Hi,” her fingers pushed back my damp hair. “How are you feeling?” I chuckled. “Really sore…” Someone touched my ankle and my eyes clamped shut from the pain. “Oh fuck!!” “I wonder how such a baby became the Captain of the Black Hawks,” I heard Marcus snare and I looked at him. I glanced back at Olive without any reply to his childish effort at rilling me up. He growled. “I'm guessing this plump bitch is your caretaker. Explains a lot really.”

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—"