Little Ron Novels & Stories

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.

Prince Ron gazed down at the heart, thinking hard. He recalled the good times he had with his family, the fun he and Rose had before all this started. He remembered the first time he met Ludiciel and how friendly he was. The time he danced and played chess with the Queen Mother, Princess Mariel's genuine love and care, the twins rambunctious laughter as he showed them the silly little tricks they used to dodge their tutors. Even the times he punished his servants and Leo by making them work in the stables. And the times he disturbed them with his singing yet, they always put up with him. No matter what he did. Ron’s throat constricted. How could he let them all die?

Susie said, "Who cares what the guys say. I've got tons of questions about Emma for Abigail. Let's hit a café and talk." Knowing Stella could not make choices on many things, Abigail said, "Susie, hold on a sec." Susie turned to Alwyn and asked, "You guys decided where to go yet?" "Today, you're all here for me. Even with my place burned to ashes, I want to welcome you," Ron's voice suddenly announced. With his sudden words, all eyes turned to see him at the entrance. "Ron? You are Ron?" If the voice had not been so familiar, Lucas would have doubted that the man before him was Ron. With white hair and a tired face, he looked almost fifty, not at all like the lively thirty-year-old he used t

Asides the croakiness in his voice, he sounds just the same way he did the last time I heard his voice. “I came into town some days ago when I saw you three on TV. Made some calls, found out where you lived, and thought I should come say hi,” he pauses and looks around. “Where is Jay?” He asks. Jay is short for Jaxon. “Isn’t he going to come see dad?” Ronan loses his shit immediately. The next thing I know, I’m being pushed to the side as he grabs Luke by the collar, lifting the lean man off his feet.

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my cool, I was trying to hold back my anger, but it was like a dam about to burst. Something was restraining me, preventing me from stepping forward and unleashing my emotions. Just as I was about to snap, a chocolate bar sailed through the air, catching everyone's attention. We all turned to see Arlo seated, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "That's a show." His face was a picture of innocence, but his eyes betrayed his true intentions. What was he trying to do?

In this place, I wasn’t an equal: I was a rabbit dropped into a wolf’s den. “I don't want to influence your decision, but I hope you'll give my son a chance. He's a good kid. I've watched him grow – he has a good and loving heart.” Yeah, to people who worship him. “You’re a biased parent.” He laughed with a full-body shake. “That I am. You caught me.” The Luna finally spoke: “Have you settled in Andrew’s room?” “No. I took the one next door.” A pause. A little too long.

ALLISON Standing directly in front of me, I had to crane my neck back just to meet his gaze. That was the first time I truly registered his scale. I’d known he was tall, I’d assumed as much from watching him on the rooftop that fateful night, but up close, stripped of my defenses and chained to a wall, he was a monolith. He loomed over me, making me feel small, insignificant. And at 5’10, I was rarely the small one in the room.

Ronan sat across from Abigail, even though Abigail was wearing a duckbill hat and a mask, only revealing a pair of eyes, but with that figure and expression, he would never mistake her! It was his girl, Abigail! Seeing Ronan staring at Abigail, Leonard mistakenly thought that they were enemies meeting, and felt particularly jealous. He quickly intervened, "Let me introduce, this is the leader of the R Gang, nicknamed Mr. Lucero." The name of Mr. Lucero was Ronan. Realizing this, Abigail curved her lips and said, "Nice to meet you." "This is A Gang's leader, nicknamed Mr. A (Abigail). I also just found out today that Yan Ye is a beautiful girl."

He was young, brown hair falling to his shoulders, light skinned and tall height, but he also wore a nervous smile. "And who are you?" I eyed him from his face to his toes. He was holding a tray filled with a plate of pancakes and fresh orange juice with one hand and the other held a wrapped small sack. I met his gaze again, questioningly. His nervous smile grew deeper as he looked sideways. I looked out as well and the usual guards were not in position. "Hi. I'm Ronn. A friend of Chris" I nodded, urging him to continue. "He asked me to give you this" He handed the wrapped sack to me. "And someone will come meet you later on. Rosalie won't be able come from now on"