Roland Leighton Novels & Stories

Leonard said as he walked forward. "Oh, assistant Zane, I need to leave now" I gave a little smile as I hurriedly walked behind Leonard. "Stupid assistant" Leonard cursed under his breath. I watched as his long legs walked ahead of me…I tried keeping up with his pace but he was damn fast! "There is something wrong with this man" I muttered under my breath as I ran to meet up with him. While we both walked out of the building, his Rolls Royce parked in front of us.

“Please… stop.” Lennon straightened his back again, towering over Roland with an air of cold dominance. “What a shame,” he said, ignoring Roland's pitiful state. “I actually respected you, Roland. But business is business, and power always reigns supreme.” This time, Roland could no longer endure it. His body gave out completely and he collapsed to the floor. His breath caught once, then faded into silence. Lennon stared at Roland’s unconscious body for a few seconds. Then, unhurriedly, he turned and walked into the restroom.

“He made Barbara die.” “But he got away with so much money.” Tarry scowled at Roland. “You wanna be disloyal? Don’t say it to my face.” “No!” Roland protested in defense. “I can’t be disloyal. C’mon, man. It was just a simple convo.” “We could talk about the Premier League. The rough match between Man City and Tottenham last night. Or we could talk about ‘em babes.” Roland sighed. “Ah…never seen hot babes like the ones in LA.”

His reaction was always the same and the flush on his face could never be hidden. “I do have a proposal. I want to settle with those brats and if it goes well then we might have an upper hand in something” Roland announced slipping into a pair of white shorts and a black hoodie. He has never been the kind to wear too much and his habits never seem to change despite the cold weather.

Anthony pointed a lighter at the tip of the cigar hanging between my lips. My head nodded, granting him permission. He lit my cigar. Pulled out a pack from his pocket, taking out a stick. He shoved the stick between his lips. He lit it up before putting off the light of the cigar lighter. Anthony took a drag and puffed out the smoke. “You look very worried, Alpha.” “Drop the formalities. We are on the rooftop,” I smoked my cigar, letting the fog draw a line in the blank air. “Leo,” he scoffed in disbelief, scratching his forehead. “Can’t recall the last time I called you this. I don’t like the sound of it in my ears anymore.”

(King Roland puts on the light and Paul, Cecilia, Blair and several guests comes out of their hiding) Guests: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KING ROLAND!!!!! (A banner saying "Happy 55th birthday King Roland" drops down along with balloons, confetti) King Roland: (excited) Wow, I didn't even remember. Thank you all for this! Cecilia: It's nothing, Besides you deserve to be celebrated King Roland: Thank you Cecilia Paul: (hands him the Rolex watches) Happy birthday Dad King Roland: Thank you my son (he collects the watch) Where's Austin?

His voice sounded casual, but his eyes were sharp. I didn’t say much at first—just shrugged. Damien sat down near me, legs stretched out. We stayed quiet for a minute, then he started talking. “Roland’s a player. You know that, right? He can’t stay committed to one person. It’s how he is—always has been. The sponsorship thing is just business. Best you end things with him and forget about it. Walk away clean before it messes you up more.”

“Miss Ruth, can you give me a ride?” Ruth sat in the car and looked at the man through the half-open window. He was about twenty-five years old and 1.8 meters tall. His body was thin, and he wore makeup. His right ear had a stud earring, which made him look like a cute bubbly guy that was popular lately. “You are?” “I’m Roland Diaz, one of the main supporting roles in the Gate to the Heart. Do you remember me?” Ruth did not reply. It turned out that he was indeed someone from the entertainment industry.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

He was wrong. I lowered my gaze to Steve and Dante. Both men stood silently, waiting for my command. “Roland is finished. I want him buried so deep in this mess that he cannot crawl out. Every recording, every document, every account linked to him, I want it catalogued. Garrick too. But Roland first. He thought he was clever. He thought betrayal would buy him freedom. He will learn what it buys him instead.” Dante’s lips curved into a cold smile. “Yes, sir. Consider it done.”