Leonardo Dicaprio Younger Novels & Stories

In his room, Rio is in agony. Something wants to break its way out of his body. It was his thirtieth birthday but how can he celebrate if he is like this. Leonard cannot do anything to help his friend at this point. He too experienced things that Rio had been experiencing but the difference is that Rio feels almost thrice of what Leonard had experienced. Leonard is two years younger than Rio. Uncle Ferdie had successfully convinced Aunt Petra to reveal a secret to Rio.

Luciano replied. "then I offer my condolences" Ricciardo said. "Thanks kiddo" Luciano replied. "I am not a kid" Ricciardo frowned. "Really now? How old are you? Thirty?" Luciano asked in a teasing tone. "I am Thirteen, how old are you? Fifty?" Ricciardo fired back. Luciano laughed, it seemed Ricciardo was quite a spitfire. "I am Seventeen" he replied. "You are just four years older than me, don't call me kiddo" Ricciardo told him.

Leonardo said. “ Believe it. He has become ungrateful and forgotten who he really is. Solo un figlio bastardo. I will have to teach him a lesson. No one. I repeat, no one messes with my sister and my family and gets away with it.” I said hitting my hand on the table as I stared at him. “ I understand. However, boss. We have more information about Dario. These are the pictures.” Leonardo said throwing the pictures on the table as he attempted to change the topic.

my voice was low and confused. "We're engaged, Nastassia." I let out a short scoff, shaking my head, "uh, no, we're not, Octavious. You're my Godfather, not my fiancé," I looked around and it was just the two of us now, "this has to be a joke...this is some kind of prank. Where are the cameras, Octavious? Because this isn't funny anymore. It wasn't funny to begin with. Stop it." He tilted his head, and I saw the corner of his lips lift up as though he was amused, "I don't like comedy, Nastassia, you know that. It's no joke."

You will be in time for your graduation and in a month's time you will come to visit to ask for Bryony's hand. _What exactly do I have to do? _Convince her to give her house to us for the price we've set. _No one would sell that villa in Naples for that amount of money... _She was always a disgrace to her family, a disgrace of a daughter, they say she went to Spain without looking back for their parents. My father spoke of a distant cousin that I had only met a couple of times when I was little, I would have been fifteen and she was barely thirteen.

After shifting here she formed a new source of happiness in her life and somehow she's grateful for all the past encounters which lead her here today. Leonardo Sabbatini is an Italian 34yr-old, the owner of a model agency and is a known handsome designer, model and celebrity. He's the only child of his parents therefore he was pampered to be a spoiled guy since birth. Being his secretary is the toughest task for Naitee. However, she loves her work because unless you don't get Leonardo mad at you he's an easygoing person and a very nice boss.

title on him without the constant fear of something going wrong looming in his mind. He was way too old for that stress in his books. The Marcello’s will fall if Alberto takes over, that’s for sure. “He’s still too young, papa. Let’s wait a few more years”, Alberto said. “I am an old man now. There’s no telling if I’d wake up tomorrow, I must take him back with me now. I am only informing you because you are his father”, Don Vito said casually. Leonardo, who was only five at the time, looked between both of them but didn’t utter a word. Respect for elders was sewn into the fabric of every child in the mafia.

“I’ve heard a rumor.” My gaze snaps to him. “Tell me.” “Leonardo Franco has two other children, Cassandra, and Alessandro - the twin of Alessandra,” he explains. “His youngest is a son. Word on the street is if they decide they can’t save Zandra, they’ll simply turn the power over to him.” I let my brother’s words sink in. Could it be true? Would Leonardo Franco really consider abandoning his beautiful eldest child? That’s something your mother and father did. What makes Franco any different?

he giggled "Well hello my young prince," I said picking him up and went to the living room "Okay not to be rude but who are you guys,?" I said sitting down and let Griffen sit on my lap "Well I'm your uncle Alessandro and this is my wife Camilla and my boys" "Leonardo 23 but you can call me Leo," "Vincent 22," "Lorenzo 20" "Blake 19" "Antonio 18" "Elijah 17 and you already know our youngest brother Griffen is 7," he said giving me a smile

"The show isn't over." The men released Dante. He straightened up, his clothes disheveled, his gaze murderous. "What the hell is this?" Marco grinned. "A revelation, little brother. Because it turns out I'm not your older brother. I'm the younger one. The one no one saw. The one everyone forgot." Dante blinked. "What?" Luca spoke: "His name is Marco. He's your younger brother. Matteo died years ago." The silence was absolute. Dante looked at Marco, the man with the scar, the one he had accepted as his own flesh and blood, the one who had stolen his nephew, and for the first time in months, Elena saw him lost.