Little Ron Novels & Stories

Ryan entered the room, followed by Ellie, who came with a young, dark-haired boy. Nathan's expression changed to a frown as soon as he saw the boy. I lightly kicked his ankle under the table. He shot me a furious glance. "Behave, Ryan." I narrowed my eyes at him. "It's none of your business, Collins." Then I stood up to greet Mr. Ryan. Okay, that sounded a little strange. He had a big smile on his face. "I knew my son wasn't foolish. Welcome," he whispered as he hugged me. "Are you okay, dear?"

I say knowing she didn't, not with the reaction she was showing today, or did something happen and that got her to act this way. "I don't lie, why don't you got and ask her. Now if you excuse me, I have some clubs to call and nights to plan," Ryan says leaving my office, if looks could kill, he'd drop dead by now, I called Hunter, he's the only one that I trust, and he's the only one that I could talk to, and whine to. "Other requests baby? Lube? Restrains? Gag ball?" my mate says through the phone, making me roll my eyes at him, he's a one object kind of guy.

"You have not only disrespected my hospitality but also caused a scene that disrupted my guests." Ron’s eyes darted around the room, desperately searching for any ally. Seeing none, he straightened his posture and lifted his chin defiantly. "I am Ron, the head of Mr. Varga's security!" he declared boastfully, his voice echoing through the silent room. "You dare speak to me this way?" As a scoff left his lips, Gunnar's expression remained unimpressed, his calm demeanor unshaken by Ron's outburst. He turned his gaze towards Mr. Varga and Leonardo, who stood watching with tense anticipation.

I protested. “Yes, yes it is. It’s four syllables. I don’t have time to waste pronouncing a four-syllable name. You are Lil from now on.” He pointed at me. “Lil?” I was perplexed, “What on earth is Lil?” “You are, obviously.” “I am not answering to ‘Lil’.” “You act like you have a choice. Either you answer Lil or I keep calling you runt. But I am for sure not calling you Lilliana.”

He cooked a chicken dish with extra salads and smoothies which I love so much. “Mr Young, you don't have to do this. Now I'll be sorry to disappoint you if something goes wrong” He laughed, and it still scares me how the sound affects me. Mr Young has a perfect combination of honey eyed and dark brown hair that falls over his eye, his ears are pierced and a shiny small ring reflects under the dimmed light of my kitchen. But what made me go crazy was the dimple on his right cheeks that appears only when he bites his lips with his upper teeth or when he smile - “I’ll be there tomorrow” He surprised me by saying.

Leonard said as he walked forward. "Oh, assistant Zane, I need to leave now" I gave a little smile as I hurriedly walked behind Leonard. "Stupid assistant" Leonard cursed under his breath. I watched as his long legs walked ahead of me…I tried keeping up with his pace but he was damn fast! "There is something wrong with this man" I muttered under my breath as I ran to meet up with him. While we both walked out of the building, his Rolls Royce parked in front of us.

“Now, come on. Stay a little longer. The night’s just getting started.” Before I could protest, the sound of a microphone being tapped drew everyone’s attention. Ronan stood on the small stage at the front of the room, a wide grin on his face as he held the mic. Joan stood beside him, her hand resting on her belly, her cheeks glowing with happiness. “May I have everyone’s attention?” Ronan’s deep voice commanded the room with ease. The conversations quieted, and all eyes turned to him. “Tonight,” he began, “I have a very special announcement to make. Joan and I are thrilled to share that...” He paused, his grin widening as if savoring the moment. “...we’re expecting! Lila is going to be an a

"I am simply here to clear the targets assigned to my ledger." Half an hour later, Ronan returned to the line under the direct escort of the weapons master. His jaw was set as he reclaimed his rifle, his eyes locking onto my position across the dividing partition. From the back row, Bart’s mocking whisper clipped my ears. "I predicted the coward would stay inside his bunker."

“Umm…..Ser Marlo…..what should I do?……I still want to live here….on this land….what should I do..ser?..”.(Ronny) With a slight panic in his eyes, Ronny turned to the wisest man he know and that is the person before him that asked him the question. Listening the query of a young man before him, Old Marlo were more than pleased to answer him.

"I rarely joke about things like this, Nathan." "Maverick 'Maybe' Rockwell? The hockey captain?" My voice cracked slightly, my usual composure slipping. "Sir, the guy has his face on banners outside the stadium. He has a literal fan club and he's a partying freak, disruptive, and quite frankly, his crowd is exactly what I spend my entire life avoiding."