Novel & Cerita Leonard Snart Captain Cold

Even though the man had a slightly similar personality to Weylin, that was, both of them were always cold and anti-social, Neal was still one of the magnets that draws women closer. Angelica actually already knew about the reputation of the CEO of JOM, but she was still determined to approach Neal in the hope that he would be captivated by her beauty. Unfortunately, she had to swallow her hopes whole, because Neal apparently wasn't easy to beat. Weylin glanced lazily at his little brother who was walking casually as if he had done nothing embarrassing. Wait a minute, Weylin had the wrong thought. Shouldn't he be embarrassed because he caught his brother naked with a woman, right?

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.”