Little Ron Novels & Stories

His tone coming off flat on purpose. He stepped further into the room, pullin out one of the chairs and helping himself as both Arthur and Matt watched him. “ I see you and i see Drogo and i can not help but wonder whose side you are really on.” Matt stepped closer to him. “Hey kid, watch your mouth.” Ronan’s face tightened at being called kid and composed himself immediately. “I am Ronan, a friend of Silver’s. I am here to help.” Arthur looked at him with irritation the moment he heard him mention silver. His wolf snarled inwardly. He moved closer to him, his eyes blazing. “ If you’re here to help, then get to talking, or get the hell out of here.”

The house feels different tonight. Ryder sits at the table, his elbows resting on the surface. Callen leans against the wall nearby, arms folded, expression unreadable but eyes sharp. Parker and Remy are both seated, their focus fixed on the older man across from them. Ronnie. “Luna,” he says softly, with a small bow of his head. “It’s nice to see you again, Ronnie,” I smile, moving to take a seat at the table. “So,” Ronnie says, his voice rough but not unkind. “You want to talk about Moon Children.”

Hmph! After parking the car in the underground garage, Ron checked the time. As a token of appreciation for the help from the director earlier, he had made a dinner appointment with him today. Stepping out of the car, Ron straightened his clothes and walked confidently towards the exit of the parking lot. Suddenly, several burly men got out of a Hummer, each one tall and muscular with fierce expressions. Ron glanced at them and quickened his pace. These guys looked like trouble, and he didn't want any part of it.

It was one of the elders—his voice was deep, slow. Another one spoke. “Ron’s smiling too much. Like someone who got away with murder.” “He did get away with it,” the third man muttered. “You think it was the rogues? Please. Jonah was strong. Smart. There’s no way they took him down like that. Someone let it happen.” “And now Ron wears the crown,” the first voice said. A bitter laugh. “Of course he does. He’s the killer.” I stood still, my heart pounding. They were accusing Ron.

Ron Batton always kept a low profile as he preferred a peaceful and quiet life. He would never invite anyone to come over even on his birthday. When Xyla Quest was staying with him, the two of them would spend his birthday together every year. “Yeah. My son was here initially but he went back this morning after celebrating my birthday yesterday night.” Ron said. His son, who was her father-in-law… As a matter of fact, she had never seen this man before in her life.

34 ISABELLA Roni’s glow-up was one for the books. He was completely unrecognizable, and though I could see the similar blue eyes that used to be hidden behind his glasses, it felt like looking at two completely different people. He was no longer the little boy that was bullied, he was now the bully. It didn’t matter how much I compared them, Roni wasn’t Rohan. And the man standing in my father’s territory was Rohan. I couldn’t tell how recent the pictures were but there had to be a reason Alpha Clinton believed this was leverage over Rohan.

“You should call her sister. I thought we already agreed with this? You said yes, remember? And you promised you will never roll your eyes at your elders!” Ron, the little guy, looked at me and father. His eyes remind me of someone. It’s always cold and domineering. Though most of his features were taken from me, the similarities of him and his father was just undeniable and now that I am living with his father, I could say that they are very similar when it comes to their attitude.. He pressed his lip and paused before sighing as if accepting defeat. “Fine… but this won’t take long, right?” For a three year old guy, Ron was pretty above the average and I know for a fact that he already knew

A dark wooden table. Ronan is there, seated in his comfortable chair behind the desk, smoking a stinky cigar. Unlike his cronies, he's well-dressed. He's tall, broad, and well-groomed in a suit. Dark shiny black hair, deep blue eyes, and an air of arrogance and presumption hanging over his head. He hasn't changed at all since our adolescence, and that stirred something within me. "I thought I'd never see you again, Little B!" he says with an arrogant smile, pointing to the chair in front of him for me to sit, and I comply. "Tell me, what brings you to my humble domain?"

"Little Lyra." Tristan: "..." His dark eyes widened slightly. He then heard Tristan's equally astonished voice, "Big Brother ronnie?" Seeing her gaze shift towards the woman in white beside him, Ronnie said, "She's my cousin." "When did you bring Baby adrian to transfer schools?" Ronnie asked softly, reaching out his hand. "aldrian, do you still remember Uncle ronnie?" Baby adrian pursed her lips and nodded, "Uncle Ronnie." At the same time, she reached out her small hand and shook the large hand opposite her.

“Mother, I must have been a very gentle child, right? I’m sure I never gave you or Father any trouble when I was little. I must have been adorable, respectful, and very sweet.” Queen Lillian laughed nervously, a bead of sweat forming at her temple as memories of a much younger Ron darting through the castle halls as maids ran after him came flooding back. “W-Well, you were adorable and sweet, that’s true,” she said delicately, “but… let’s just say you were also quite an energetic child.” Prince Ron’s grin brightened, chest puffing out with pride. “You hear that, everyone? I was an energetic child!”