Loathsome Leonard Rottmnt Novels & Stories

“You think you’ve actually won? You’re just a stray pup my father picked up to fill the role I couldn't. You’re hollow, Damon. That’s exactly why father favors you.” Damon didn't offer a rebuttal. A brutal blow to Roger’s jaw sent the man crashing to the floor. Roger’s lip split. Fresh blood trickled down his chin, yet his eyes remained fixed on Damon with pure loathing. “Get out, Roger,” Damon said coldly, turning away. “Before I change my mind and leave you to rot in the ground.” Roger rose with great difficulty. He didn't retaliate. He knew that in this world, power was everything. Tonight, he had suffered a crushing defeat.

The door opens a while after, revealing an eleven-year-old boy in a black top and a matching pair of khaki trousers- Derek. “You look sad?” I ask, taking his backpack off his shoulders. “Didn’t you have fun with Scott?” “You’re late. Again,” he mutters, maintaining the annoyed look on his cute little face. “They had fun,” Sofia informs, joining us outside. “Thank you,” I smile. “And by the way, you look terrible.” I look at the blue short-sleeved gown I have on and can't help but agree with her. It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was.

The man adressed him in Korean but with his mind dazed he gave him a confused look befor the man sighed and spoke again. "Come on Amias, get up.I'm your manager. Han Lee, the original man they were going to send is sick. So, I will be taking his place. Mr Hua informed me early ths morning about what you did for him last night. Thats the only reason you won't be fired if you are late today so get your ass up." He instructed pulled Amias off of the bed. Amias groaned as he laid on the cold floor, "Fine, I'll get up. Can I at least have shower first?" he asked his managed as he pushed himself up from the floor.

Leon Batton was on his way towards her, marching imposingly with a group of men in black following loyally. Dressed in a white shirt, a pair of light-blue jeans, and white sneakers, he appeared both dashing and formidable. He carried himself in such an imposing manner that one might easily mistake him as the leader of a mafia gang. Upon seeing Leon, Hannah immediately felt a tingling sensation spreading in her chest. “Who the hell are you, kid? How dare you tell me what to do?!” Raymond howled, livid, narrowing his eyes threateningly at Leon. “Believe it or not, I can get you killed in seconds,” he added for good measure.

"He has admitted to killing the Lortal." As if on cue, the hushed whispers intensified, spreading like wildfire, Jupiter cleared his throat and all went silent once again. "He admitted to killing the Lortal, Hannibal Barca." That's not too bad, Lucian thought. He'd probably get a beating and be done with it and judging by his appearance and the solidifying merlot blood on the floors of the court, he had been punished already. Then what exactly was this meeting for?

It was Mom's voice, she was gazing at me while grinding her teeth. As I travelled down stairs to reach the not so mighty living room space, a intrigued personality was already seated at the centre of the sofa. Black coat drapping his body and combined with a black trousers. (Absolutely no colours) . Only part visible in extensive darkness was his face, shining like a bright egg shell. (I know not a good comparison, but how could I even think good about the person who has just caused so much trouble by merely existing.) His black dull eyes were fixed to the roof.

In just a couple of weeks, Rossy started to make involuntary guttural sounds that resembled a dog’s bark, and nothing Leonard tried to save her worked. He was devastated by Rossy’s death, but Elena, even more so. “Are you really happy with Adrian, or are you being manipulated by him?” Leonard wondered. “The Claimer family can’t be trusted. They would do anything for money. I don’t think Adrian is right for you. Even if you’re in love with him, he’s not good for you. I will have to separate you two, for your own good. Even if you hate me for it, I’m willing to become your enemy to give you a better life.”

“Leila Clarke never had I believed in love at first sight until I saw you. You had my heart even before you knew it. I have loved you from the second you stepped out of the car at the charity ball, and I will love you until my last breath and maybe even long after. We have been through some tough times but at every turn you have shown me what true strength is. Over the last few years, you have shown me what it means to be a man and when I think I cannot love you anymore you prove me wrong. I love you.” I teared up and tried my hardest not to ball my eyes out. His vows were beautiful. Now it was my turn and everything I had prepared escaped my memory. “Dominic Thorn, I had prepared vows and m

Leonardo voiced his confusion, prompting Lucia to shift her gaze nervously. The question struck her like a bolt of lightning. Why had she changed her mind so suddenly? However, that wasn't even the most important question at this moment. Furthermore, it wasn't Leonardo's concern. After Elena's departure from the house they once shared, Lucia felt compelled to clean up her room. It was during this process that she stumbled upon something resembling a diary—a diary Elena had asked about when she had lost it in the past. Driven by curiosity, Lucia couldn't resist the temptation to leaf through its pages, only to discover the most astonishing news. Elena harbored a deep-seated vendetta against t