Resident 4 Leon Novels & Stories

“It’s nothing,” Miranda said with a small smile. “I was having dinner at a friend’s place. Same neighborhood. I just had to walk a few minutes to get home and send it.” “A friend?” James asked, curious. “You know him,” she replied easily. “Leo.” James blinked in surprise. “You and Leo live in the same neighborhood?” Miranda nodded. “Yeah. Cloudcrest Residence is one of the best residential communities in the city, especially regarding security.” That explained Felix’s distraction the night before.

Four words, printed in the same clean unidentifiable font as the note left under Luciana’s hotel door. Your move, Leon Romano.

he asked, letting out a low chuckle “Alyson and I live together under the same roof. Jaxton frowns slightly. Leon slipped his hands into his pocket. “Our parents are close friends and Alyon here and her mum couldn’t afford to pay rent anymore, so my parents took them in” My cheeks burned with embarrassment. Leon stepped closer, his eyes never leaving Jaxton, “So if you want to know anything about Alyson…… I’m the right person to ask. “Living in the same house doesn’t give you the right to treat her like she is yours” Jaxton replied calmly. The smirk on Leon’s face falters for a second. “I’ll watch my mouth if I were you”. Leon looks at me “Come on, we are going home now”

I quickly replied: "Nothing urgent. Could you give me his home address?" Mark sent it over without hesitation. I opened the map to find that it wasn’t far from me. Immediately, I stood up, got ready, and took a cab over. Leon’s house was a standalone property that screamed luxury. Just as I was about to ring the doorbell, I realized that the gate wasn’t even closed. It opened with a light push. As I walked in while messaging Leon at the same time, I heard a frustrated voice from inside. "Are you serious, man? You're Leon Williamson!"

I was going to have to get used to that. "My dad gets discharged in three days," I said. Leon put his phone down. "I know. Dr. Reyes sent me the update last night." "He can't go back to his apartment. Fourth floor walkup, no elevator, the bathroom is a hazard for someone with his recovery requirements." I poured coffee and stood at the counter. "I need to find him somewhere." "He'll stay here," Leon said. I looked at him. "There are three guest rooms," he said simply. "The one on the east side has a bathroom with no steps and a view he'll probably like."

Someone immediately pointed out: “Our tallest building only has 33 floors. Where did 3405 come from? Are you a scammer?” “So someone’s infiltrated our owners’ group?” “No wonder he was stirring up trouble earlier. He’s not even from our complex—probably has ulterior motives.” “Could he be trying to create conflict among us to drive down property prices?” “That’s possible! Let’s find out exactly what kind of creature this is!” Within moments, the group turned on Leon. Some questioned him, some cursed at him, others began digging into his profile. Unable to withstand the humiliation—and not daring to confront so many people at once—Leon hurriedly left the group.

Can't wait to see you. I exhaled slowly, telling myself this was the right choice. The safe choice. Yet even as I set my phone down, my eyes drifted back to Dante's note, my fingers lingering over his handwriting longer than necessary. --- Leon's apartment was warm, inviting—nothing like the cold, grand mansion I had grown used to. The moment I stepped inside, I was struck by the simplicity of it. The cozy furniture, the soft glow of the lamps, the faint scent of something cooking. Books stacked neatly on shelves, framed photographs on the walls showing smiling family members—it was the kind of normal home I'd never really had.

“Already?” Seraphina stepped out to retrieve his bag from the car. Handing it to him, Leon remarked, “Thanks for today, Seraphina. Your mom’s porridge was amazing—be sure to thank her for me.” She smiled. “No problem, Mr. Everhart. Get some rest.” She watched as he walked toward his building before driving off. Leon’s residence was a penthouse duplex in the most luxurious section of a development his family owned. Though she had clearance to enter the property, Seraphina had never seen his home firsthand and wasn’t curious to.

Seeing that Renea didn’t say anything, Leon raised the things in his hand and said, “You are not going home. So, I’m worried about you that you won't be able to eat well outside. So, I asked Aunty to make some food for you. Renea made a way and invited him in. Leon walked in with things in his hand. As he looked around the house, he showed an expression of heartache and said, “How can you live in such a small apartment? Renea, if you want to live outside, Dad will rent a bigger and better apartment for you. Don’t aggravate yourself!” “It’s fine, I’m used to it. It’s better than the basement,” Renea looked at him and said word by word. Leon immediately lowered his head in shame, but it was on

The pictures of the mansions were spread across the coffee table. Daniel had printed them out—actual printouts—which Leon found fascinating. He had immediately started arranging them by preference, moving them around like cards in a game only he understood. "This one," Leon said, holding up a picture of a house. It had a large garden, a yellow front door, a pool and a tree in the front yard that was impressive enough to make the listing photos. "Why that one?" Evelyn asked, not looking up from the new LUXE collection sketches spread across her lap.