Leonardo A Wonderful Show About A Terrible Monster นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"It was only remaining for the body to join. We're all ghosts here, remember? You made us ghosts." "I gave you everything!" I shouted, the raw pain in my throat choking my words. "I built an empire so you would never have to see the dirt! I gave you wealth, power, protection!" "You gave us a cage made of gold, and you call it an empire," Leonardo muttered, his eyes drifting back up to the ceiling, completely tuning me out as the drug took a tighter hold of his brain. He raised his hand in a weak, mocking gesture of a cross. "May the Lord protect her... may the Lord protect little Luna from her grumpy old man. Because if he doesn't... you'll just turn her into a shipping manifest too."

I shouted high enough to wake the dead. He tried to move past me but I blocked his path again. He was pretty fast for someone who said he was tired as he grabbed me by the throat. "Is this what you want from me?" He asked, his hand right against my throat. I shook my head in both directions, gasping for air. my veins throbbed against my temples. And then I saw it. There it was the monster that everyone feared, the same one of seen the first time I left the basement. I was starring at him at him in the eye. The real Leonardo DE Luca unmasked.

What a monster. ************

His appearance shocks every passerby. Leonard realizes that Rio will be in deep trouble because of this. He rushes outside and distracted everyone. “Show is over. Everyone this is just a prank.” Leonard brought out his phone and acts like he was filming. “Woah how did they make it look so real?” One person tells the other. He taps Rio in his shoulders again. “Come on buddy, everyone is staring at us. Let it go.” Leonard pulls him inside the bar. “Mathilda, you know what to do.” Leonard looks at Mathilda and she knew what he means by that.

Again, we were in the square, it was beautiful, Leonardo had fallen short the first time he told me about this place, I guess he was not very expressive in that sense, or perhaps, he had not taken the time to look at every detail of this place. Last night we spent the night out of the house, we only arrived this morning to take a shower and change our clothes, Martha, Leonardo's mother, was very worried about us. The reason? Leonardo got into a fight with his father because of me, I knew that the man didn't like me at all, but Leo insisted that it was the opposite. Previous day. Leonardo and I went down to dinner, it turns out we had spent the whole afternoon in the room because we had been

Wynone widened his eyes in disbelief, staring intently at the imaging bead. Eden was even more shocked. He had already guessed that those people were responsible for the monster attack. While Wynone was amazed by the strength of the giant wolf monster, Eden was astonished by its actions. The giant wolf monster seemed to have a consciousness, similar to the monster Lenny had transformed into. The monster Lenny also seemed to have its own consciousness.

Leonardo is responsible for the methods of torture. "My friend, my dear customer John, is Arad unhappy to meet me?" Leonardo said with a broad smile, almost devilish. John's face was trembling... and wondering what sin he committed this time for this demon to come to this place just to get him. Leonardo said immediately, "...don't worry, and get in the car. I have something to ask you about..that is if you find that you have nothing to do with what happened..." John did not really understand what Leonardo was saying..but he linked it directly to what happened the day before..strange people came to him and told him about William....but fear controlled him and he did not take any step.

"Drop the fragment. Push it away with the earth-breathing Kael taught you. Do it now!" "I can't!" Leo shrieked, a sound of pure, unadulterated pain that made the basalt pillars around us vibrate. "It’s... it’s part of my skin now! Mommy, I don't want to be a monster... but I'm scared you won't want me anymore if I break the house!"

I could still see it—the blood on his hands, the way his chest had heaved, the sharp rise and fall of his shoulders as he stood frozen over a lifeless body. He had killed a man. Not by accident. Not by mistake. He had done it in anger. And that had been enough for them to see him as a monster. I had fought. I had screamed for them to listen. But Leonardo had stepped in, his voice smooth, persuasive, filled with deceit. “He’s dangerous, Ricardo. He’s uncontrollable. If we don’t do something now, he’ll ruin us all.” And Bianca— I squeezed my eyes shut at the memory.