Loathsome Leonard Rottmnt Novels & Stories

“You went too far!” Leonard angrily tore off the certificate from his forehead, crumpled it into a ball, and tossed it aside. He had never been humiliated so openly in his life. Who was Philip to insult him like this? “I can tell at a glance whether you’re a member of Kronos or not.” Philip took advantage of Leonard’s anger to pull his clothes off. His clothes were already a mess, so Philip easily pulled his shirt off. The tattoo of the word Kronos was exposed in front of Philip.

Liora wasn’t the unyielding type but the fact that she wasn’t yielding one bit unsettled him. This was new. Liora stared at Leonard with a grim expression. It was a shock how she hadn’t seen Leonard who he truly was in her last life until the last minute. How charming he was when it served him, how supportive he was when it benefited him. How insecure, possessive and self serving he was. He was a low class bastard who would do anything for power and to his advantage. Leonard grabbed her hands and spoke softly. “I’m so sorry that my words came out like that. I just love you very much so I got jealous. I’m sorry okay”

“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.

She didn't even take anything except for her bag,the bag she brought to work. Leonard Lee,a supposed billionaire who is also the CEO of the popular business company in Korean came to America for a project with his assistant,Kim Min Ho. Leonard is known to be an aloof man,a man that could freeze the whole world with his coldness. Rumors has it that he could kill to get whatever he wants and was also nicknamed old Nick. Despite his aloofness,he is one of the smartest and handsome CEO in the country. He could get deals with foreign companies only by persuading them and sometimes his piercing gaze that could send shivers down someone's spine did the work.

He rolled his eyes and looked away. “Curly fries. Chicken nuggets.” She started counting the dishes on her fingers. “What were those lemony shrimps I had last time?” She scratched her head. Aaron giggled, “Sheet pan lemon pepper shrimps.” “Yes, those.” Her eyes brightened. “Anything else?” He asked. “Um,” She paused for a moment and gave it a thought. “Oh, that um, cheese chicken meloneez.”

Lyceon walked deeply into the club alone as his men left behind to examine the whole area to smell any kind of danger and vile scents of the bloodsuckers who may create trouble to stop his little mission from fulfilling. The smell of cigars, sex and sweat with different unpleasurable scents filled his sharp senses but his face seemed unfazed devoid of any twitch of disdain or vexation. He was immune to these kinds of shitty scents and senses for years. His main concern was to catch those fucking suckers who were playing dirty sitting behind the crimson curtains and getting on his nerves. After all He has been waiting for years and no one can hinder his hunt in any way possible.

Upon reaching Damon’s tent, we saw the main culprit who invited the enemy’s pack. Leonard. The new recruit. He snarled upon staring at us and, with a guttural sound, shifted into his wolf form. I watched as his thick beige fur came into view, paws huge and eyes boring into me. I wanted to be the one to take him.

He still looked very angry. In fact, at this moment, many people recognized Leonard and his group. Therefore, all of them had consciously shut their mouths. On the contrary, this man had a one-track mind, or he was a half-baked man, full of talk but lacking strength. He was not even qualified to contact or know anyone from the imperial family of the Imperial Capital City. Thud!!! Without a word, Leonard kicked the man over onto the ground without hesitation. The man spat out a mouthful of blood! He held his stomach with a painful expression, “You… you...”

"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?