Leonardo Dicaprio Romeo Novels & Stories

Dia stared at her angry face. His heart aches as he reminisces about the soft eyes that he used to stare at, but he is not surprised to get this kind of reaction from the lady. After all, it was he who let go of her. It was he who never stood up for them. Dia stepped near Louise, careful of his footsteps. Careful of how he handles the breaking woman in front of him. "I'm sorry. I can still talk my father out of this, Louise. Please. Just hear me out, hmm? Listen to me, okay? I love you. It's you that I want to marry. It's you that I want to mark. You are my Luna—"

Marco became even more curious about what’s the offering from heir of the Romano Group actually would be. However, he didn't want to make a mistake. So, he smiled and said, "Well, Luciano." And Dio Mio, this guy named Luciano was really the type that make both men and women were going to like him very much. His face was handsome. If he didn't come from a wealthy family, Marco would not hesitate to offer him a role in a movie. Maybe he'd be a commensurate co-star for Lucrezia. His charisma was radiating flawlessly. His voice was deep and tickling. Marco guessed, this kind of man, being coupled with infinite amounts coffers of money, had never being rejected by women all over the world.

Benedatta Porcaroli as Nova Marino Tracee Ellis Ross as Freya Esposito Hugh Jackman as Alessandro Lombardi Until next time my little birdies. -Dailyy.Alex03

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

LUCIANO It wasn’t until early morning hours that I finally went to bed. The trap was laid. Every table last night was strategically placed. There was a good reason why I sat Alphonso Romano next to the Columbians. He was a greedy bastard, and I knew he couldn’t resist jumping on a deal. It was exactly what I wanted him to do. Raphael would play along as if his father’s flesh moving business was still alive and offer a deal to Alphonso. The bastard would take him up on it and promise a shipment to Benito King along with an advance payment. He would end up empty-handed because Raphael would never deliver him women to sell. His sister, Isabella Nikolaev, would never speak to him if he ventured

"Was it that Gallas?!" Romeo opened his eyes as he leaned his head against the wall and looked at Leon who was standing there, stunned and shocked. Gallas never managed to come close enough to wound him. All his wounds were all from the skilful manoeuvrings of Leon. Leon himself was still shell shocked, standing there stiff and unblinking – trying to understand where or when Prince Romeo had the opening enough to be introduced to the deadly Nightmist.

But as Mark reached out to take Lily’s hand, a subtle tension filled the air, unnoticed by the spectators but keenly felt by the twins in the front row. **Mark (as Romeo):** By a name I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee. Had I it written, I would tear the word. “Through a name, I cannot express who I truly am: My name, beloved saint, is loathsome to myself, Because it stands as an obstacle to you. If it were written, I would tear apart the word.” As Mark’s hand touched Lily’s, a flicker of jealousy flashed across Lucian’s face, his grip on the armrest tightening with barely restrained emotion. Dominic’s jaw clenched,

There was already a military green jeep that Jax had sent over, waiting outside the hotel gate. Leonardo DiCaprio walked down the steps while taking off his black suit. “Boss, you are here?”Knight opened the car door. Leonardo DiCaprio’s cold eyes swept around his surroundings and asked in a low voice, “Where are you going?” “M coastal.” Leonardo DiCaprio didn’t speak further. He stooped down and got in the car. At that moment, he suddenly saw a graceful figure in the corner of his eye. Glancing sideways, Crystalbella had also walked down the steps to where a black Lincoln luxury car was waiting.

she said, her voice soft but proud, a blush creeping up her cheeks, “this is Damian. My man.” Leonardo’s eyes locked on mine again, sharp and unblinking. He didn’t move at first, just studied me like he was deciding whether I was worth the air I was breathing. His free hand, the one with the heavy gold pinky ring, lifted his glass slowly, and he tapped the ring against the crystal once. Tick. Tick. “You,” he said, one word at a time, “are the one… who hurt my Rosie.” My heart stopped, my throat suddenly dry as sandpaper.

“Exquisite.” I forced the graceful smile I had practiced, my heart pounding. “She’s perfect,” Mario replied easily, his voice carrying the weight of possession. His hand at my back was firm, steady, as if I were a crown jewel he was displaying. From behind, another voice said amused. “Leave it to Don Mario to arrive with the most beautiful woman in the room.” I turned and nearly forgot how to breathe. Leonardo DiCaprio. Not a magazine photo. Not a movie screen. Leonardo DiCaprio, standing casually in front of me with a glass of wine in his hand, smiling like the whole thing was normal.