Novelas y relatos de Resident 4 Leon

Its elevator stopped at the fourth floor. Leon took a photo of the names on the small apartment building’s communication system. He had a feeling he or Michael would need this, eventually. Leon saved the phone number she’d given him under her name and started a photo album for the video, and now this photo. He added notes with the address and floor. Who did Juliette know here? Eventually, Michael would want to know. At least Juliette isn’t alone. He’d already confirmed her name didn’t appear on the list of residents.

When the door was kicked open, Leon and Claire were already getting into the elevator. "I hope the car can still start, after four years of disuse," whispered Leon while shaking his legs nervously. Claire couldn't say anything, she was too nervous while carrying her bag. She even forgot to put on her shoes. The elevator finally opened up in the basement. Leon approached one of his luxury cars, which was jet black. "Isn't this too flashy?" asked Claire. "I don't have anything more inconspicuous," Leon replied. Claire glanced up. There were five cars parked there, only one black. Others have bright colors like red, blue, yellow and orange. Leon has unique tastes, thought Claire.

A murmur of uncertainty spread once more through the crowd. Selena took a step forward, her voice ringing with vindictive delight. "Exactly! Even if he isn’t banished to the lowest ranks, at the very least, he should be sent to the Fourth Tier!" "The Fourth Tier?" Leon’s face paled instantly. His breath caught, and his fingertips trembled ever so slightly. Beads of cold sweat formed on his brow and traced down his cheek like icy drops of rain. The Fourth Tier… He knew that place far too well. He had been there.

… Leon did not return to his previous villa after he left Shamrock Heights, but he headed in a direction that not even Kayson would predict. Not long after, Leon stopped before a huge door and called out rudely, “Where are the members of Admiralporium? Come and receive my arrival!” Leon had actually headed to Admiralporium!

I remembered the time when he just left and promoted me, still have that to thank for. “Come on kid, just Leon,” he laughed and then we all headed inside. Wow. The house was aesthetic, white walls, dark brown corners, and the furniture is made of bamboo and some high quality wood. The designs were all natural and fresh, I love it. “You’re gonna be staying the night?” Leon asked and Adam said yes. “Good, I prepared the room for the both of you?” Is it separate rooms? I scanned the place and there were several doors. We followed him and he snorted out of no reason. What?

The anonymous text burned into Stephanie’s retina like a branding iron. **Unknown:** *He’s at her penthouse. 8th Ave, Suite 3400. You deserve the truth.* Attached was a photo of Leon’s black Bentley idling outside Adriana’s luxury high-rise, timestamped *9:03 p.m.* Stephanie’s hands shook as she stared at the screen, the walls of the empty mansion closing in around her. Leon had left hours ago, muttering about a "shareholder emergency." Now moonlight spilled through the windows, casting long, skeletal shadows across the marble floors.

Leon ordered with a firm tone. "Alright, sir," replied Remi while nodding his head. After that, Leon stepped away from the place while continuing to carry Venus's body. Please provide the text you would like to have translated. An hour passed, and now Leon was sitting in the waiting chair outside the emergency room of one of the hospitals in the Ringblood pack. His feet kept moving restlessly until the emergency room door finally opened. Leon immediately stood up and then quickly walked towards the doctor who had just exited the emergency room.

Then I saw the car pull in. My chest tensed. I watched the familiar black Mercedes roll in like it owned the driveway. My breath slowed as I saw the passenger door open, and Leon stepped out. He didn’t look tired. Or drained. Or stressed. His face was unreadable, calm in a way that made me uneasy. His jacket was draped over his shoulder casually, and he walked like he had nowhere to be in a hurry. Then I saw the driver door open. Sheila.

White marble floors, contemporary furniture in grey and black tones, and artwork that was likely worth more than her college degree were all part of the interior's elegant design. It was lovely. It was chilly. It didn't feel like home at all. "You're late." Aria whirled around. Still wearing his earlier suit, but with his sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened, Leon stood in the doorway of what appeared to be the kitchen. He seemed to belong in a magazine spread about strong men and their ideal lives, even in casual settings. "The text said twenty minutes. I was ready at nineteen." Traffic isn't an excuse. He didn't even look at her suitcase as he walked past her and toward the windows. Down

Now that she's experiencing it herself, she's excited but has to hide it, especially since her bodyguard is unfortunately a vampire. They head to her mansion with a car where of course Leon drives. They immediately arrive in time. Leon is a fast yet careful driver, unlike Akira who is known for being a reckless driver—a bad driver. Fortunately, she's not getting into an accident despite those. Akira then toured Leon to the whole big mansion. Her mansion is composed of a fifth floor, with different rooms for her bedroom, the employee's room, her office, etc. There is also a general hall wherein parties and gatherings can be held.