Resident 4 Leon Novels & Stories

Autumn had finally chosen to set in with none of its indecisiveness, making a bed and breakfast home with cold instead. She had just been about to punch the button in her remote when the car next to hers opened, and Leon Laurent stepped out of it looking like a whole magazine cover. He leaned against the car and winked, speaking before she could utter a word. "Good morning, beautiful." There was tender raspy quality in his voice which suited the smile he flashed her immediately, his pink gum and white teeth on display again. It looked like he were doing an advert. "Hey, Leon. What are you doing here?" She asked, genuine surprise lacing her tone. He was dressed in blazers and dark denim pants

The car stopped at the entrance of Dark Moon pack's mansion. Leon, tall and imposing, stepped out of the car, exuding power and elegance. His Beta, Calvin, signaled for the men in their suits to alight from the following cars, following Leon toward the mansion. Up in the attic, I was peering from the terrace, watching the commotion below. In a momentary glance between Leon and me, I swiftly turned away. A sense of unease washed over me. Leon spotted me! To be on the safe side, I couldn't linger at home any longer.

That night, after coming back from Theo’s little party, Jason drove straight to the apartment where Claire and Leon were staying. Claire had told everyone she didn’t want to live in Leon’s big, quiet house, so she decided to rent an apartment not too far from the city center. Theo mentioned they lived on the 16th floor, so Jason got out of his car, stepped into the elevator, leaned back against the wall, and watched the floor numbers tick up until it stopped at sixteen.

“But for different reasons than you think.” “I bet,” Norah added with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. The elevator opened into the private residential floor, where he and Yari had suites, and guest accommodations were made available to other family members. There was a private gym and indoor pool here, a dining lounge offering the best view in Manhattan. Leone’s suite was on the right. But before opening his door, he paused in the foyer and indicated the large portrait on the wall. She looked at him, not understanding whose portrait it was.

Even with Vakrez's security tight everywhere, with his men patrolling everywhere, Leon had his ways, he always did. “You don’t really know who I am, Ronan.” Leon said flatly, with no emotion in it. “And it's best we leave it at that. But I'm a man with my own resources. You can say nothing is impossible for me.” His words sent a chill down my spine, but it wasn’t bad at all. There was power there, the kind that made him Leon, untouchable and in control. I leaned against the wall, sliding down slowly until I sat on the floor. The carpet was rough under my legs.

It was Heather’s first time bringing Leon back to the Langston Residence, so the sight of them walking side by side naturally attracted the attention of other pedestrians. Excited, Leon spat some meaningless chatter as he scanned around the residence. “It’s like a medieval castle! Ha!” He laughed loudly as he was astonished by the residence, as if it was one of the iconic buildings in Bradfort City, although he might have been exaggerating. “Shut up,” Heather muttered furiously as she was triggered by Leon’s running mouth.

“Of course you do. Go on then, tell me.” Leon leaned forward, brushing his lips against my temple. “Come with me tomorrow. I want to show you something.” The next morning, Leon drove us to a secluded area just outside the city. The property was breathtaking—a modern yet cozy house perched on a hill, overlooking the water. Large windows let in the sunlight, and a wraparound porch made it feel impossibly inviting. I stepped out of the car, my breath catching. “Leon… this is…” He stuffed his hands into his pockets, watching me closely. “Do you like it?”

The big house looked dark from the outside, only dimly lit by a few night lights on the terrace and in the corridor. Leon parked his motorbike in the side garage, his breath quick with anticipation. He took the spare key from his pocket and carefully opened the side door of the house—the key creaked softly, but the house was silent, only the sound of the night wind and the chirping of crickets in the back garden. Mbok Siti must have already been asleep in her room at the back, and the other maids had gone home early. Leon slipped inside, his footsteps light on the cold marble floor, the familiar scent of the house—a mixture of old wood and Sonya's perfume—welcoming him.

So he get his phone and texted Steven. Owen: you've won the bet. I'm yours now. He turned off his phone and took a deep breath. "We're here!" Leon excitedly exclaimed. The walked out from the elevator and walks in the hallway. After passing three doors, they finally stopped in front of the door with numbers 105. Leon enter the passcode and the door opened. "Get in.." He said.. Owen can't hide the fact that he's very amazed with the inside of the house. It's clean and indeed has two rooms.

SELENE’s POV Leonard was already awake when I arrived at his private residence at seven in the morning. That didn’t surprise me. In four years I had never once caught Leonard Arden unprepared for anything. He existed in a permanent state of readiness always. His housekeeper led me through the main corridor without a word. The residence was quieter than mine, and filled with the particular stillness of a space that had absorbed decades of careful thinking. Dark wood paneling, shelves lined with documents rather than decorative objects, everything functional and deliberate.