Loathsome Leonard Rottmnt の小説・ストーリー

It was just Finn's quick reflexes that caused the knife to deflect. "Boss! Do you want to kill me? Do you want to kill your close henchmen?" Finn slowly walked towards Leon, He was still very tense from Leon's threat just now. This was the Leon who Finn knew. Leon is a scary and cruel person. He is ready to kill anyone who dares to betray him or will torture them with a terrible punishment. Leon is very good at darts. His favorite thing is to hang criminals up high, then turn their bodies into the target. Leon will use darts to throw at the target made of human flesh.

Betty replied seductively drawing the last word. "Am heading over to madam Ann place, so get ready" I boasted strocking my hard groin. Writers pov Well meet the famous sir Leonard but Leo for short, an only child of the late billionaires and a sex freak. He's known for his sexy body and handsome face, that when it comes to winning, seducing and fucking girls he's number one in the whole world. They isn't any actress, model nor producer he hasn't screwed yet, be thou virgin or not.

Leonard muttered. His expression twisted—a cocktail of rage, satisfaction, and anticipation. “I will announce my black wedding in a grand way,” Leonard said with a low, dangerous smirk. His reflection in the glass showed something terrifying—a man ready to burn the world and rebuild it in his image.

Leonard staggered slightly from the punch but recovered quickly, his lips twisted in a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “Unbelievable,” he sneered loudly, ensuring everyone could hear. “This is so pathetic! She attacked me because her little rogue team lost! What a sore loser!” My blood boiled all over again. I stepped forward, fists still trembling, my voice sharp and unwavering. “Sore loser? You sabotaged their brakes, Leonard! Every single one of them!” A few wolves gasped. Some of Leonard’s men opened their mouths to argue, but I held up my hand, refusing to let them interrupt.

But no one paid attention to him. Shanley looked at Leonard’s reaction with satisfaction. After about a minute, he stopped. Leonard only felt that more than half of his soul had flown away. "Mr. Leonard, how do you feel?" Leonard took a deep breath. "Not bad." He was calm and natural. "The members of the Roberts family are rotten and stubborn eggs." Shanley threw away the thing in his hand. "I don't want to force you now. Give you time to think. Think carefully and then come see me."

"I'd love nothing more than to destroy them. I hate those gray eyes-eyes that remind everyone of him, never me! I'll make sure they're gone for good." Leonard struggled to respond, his voice weak and broken. "You... will not ... succeed," he muttered, straining against the pressure. "I still want to see the beauty of Chateau." Louis sneered. "How pathetic. Even on the brink of death, you cling to life more desperately than I ever could." Leonard smirked faintly despite the pain. "Then you ... already know... who will remain standing in the end." Enraged by Leonard's defiance, Louis roared and pushed down with all his might. "SINFUL TRASH LIKE YOU HAS NO RIGHT TO LIVE! YOU DESERVE TO ROT IN H

Perfection along with other things that were absolute, never truly existed in the realms of reality. Leonard was many things, most related to the benign and wretched, but his friends and closed ones would describe him with only two words. Arrogant and lustful. Currently, in the shades of his room, he was pressing a woman down onto a chiffon-veiled bed. He grabbed her fair white neck from behind and pulled it up, enjoying the grimace of pain flashing on her beautiful face. His grunts and her moans intertwined together in a harsh melody as he lost himself in the bliss her lithful body enacted on his senses.

“Here comes the prey.” The corners of my lips tilted up as I saw the black Rolls-Royce pull up to the red carpet. And then I saw him coming out of his car in a tailored suit that fit him like a glove, accentuating all the hard muscles and that slim waist. Him…the man who was called the Lion of the Empire…the man who was responsible for my misery…Leonardo D’Angelo. The head of the Costa Nostra, the Capo de Capi… the most ruthless man in New York.

"You know Arnold, I gave you just one chance. My very good friend here Leo, is s telepath and when you are busy spewing nonsense, he confirmed to me that you are lying.``his fight was so visible that he might die on his own. Then, I could have that. I didn't want him to deny me the pleasure of dropping his limp body in the pool of his own blood. I moved faster behind him and slit his throat as he struggled for air. I watched the last gush of his blood fill the floor. "We have to get the cleaners to take care of this blood we have spewed out today. It uses so much blood and with time it will start to stench." I said as I used a white napkin to clean out the blood in between my fingers. "Is th