Roland Leighton Novels & Stories

This turns Oliver’s attention to them rather than to me. “Well, it was most definitely a rogue, what the fuck have you been doing Ry?” Sam huffs out at Ryan. Ryan’s eyes flash silver, as he leans across the table and snatches Sam by the collar. Now usually Ryan is calm, cool, and collected, that’s why he was chosen to be head of the training and patrol. However, if you piss him off, especially about his work or family, you’re in for it. “Watch yourself, Langley, you of all people know I pride myself in my work,” he snarls, as he fights his wolf for control.

She has no choice but to go back inside, Cathy is sitting in the hall now, she is waiting for Craig but he is not back, he looks at Gregory. "At this point, we like to give honor to those whose honor is due, we welcome Sir Roland Rod, the former CEO of Mega Touch Aviation Empire Intl." Gregory's head spins, seeing Mr. Rolland, he needs to inform Craig, that his dad is around, he stands as Mr. Roland climbs the stage, he heads outside, and Cathy follows him. "Why are you following me?" Gregory asked her. "Sorry, where is your cousin?" Cathy asked, he looked at her.

Alfie knew that the man was just trying to show off his wealth in the most unnecessary way ever. "To what do I owe the most awful pleasure of you coming here?" Roland asked, standing up from his chair. He was a chubby guy and the smile on his face did not drop as he walked to Alfie and it made him frown. He wondered if this man knew the reason he was there and if he knew, then why was he happy about it?

Lucein looks at Roland for the first time. “The vote has been carried, The board is adjourned.” Roland stands. His chair rolls back and hits the glass. “congratulations, that was surprisingly easy” Scar stands too. “Easy hmm,Mr Roland your boss Mila doesn't want a fight,I see” “He doesn't fight a woman he's madly into, besides you are the face of Liet,the brand itself” Liet was built by her family,but someone she was forgotten,this goes deeper than she thought.

Roland muttered, stressing the ‘daughter’ while using her second hand to grip his wrist, trying to force him to release his hold on her. Liam didn't back down as he walked closer into her personal space, his gray eyes holding an intensity as he stared down at her face. “I don't care,” he said softly, his voice lowered with emotion. “I’ll adopt her as mine.” Roland breathed out a harsh, disbelieving laugh. “I’m older than you.” My eyes widened in shock behind the door. Roland is older than him? I thought we were around the same age mate. She didn't look a day over twenty-five, but clearly looks could be deceiving in this world.

that left trails of missing people in their wake. I rubbed my eyes, the screen blurring for a moment. Just one more file. I clicked open another encrypted log my contact had slipped me. Donor lists. Security footage timestamps. And there—Roland’s name. My breath caught. Roland had attended one of Ledger Dylan’s exclusive events exactly eleven days before he died. A blurred security photo showed him leaving the venue at 1:47 a.m., smiling, phone to his ear. In the background, a tall figure in a dark coat watched from the shadows. The build, the posture, the way he stood—perfectly still, predatory. It was him. Ledger.

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

“She works hard.” I lowered my head and focused on my food, but my fingers felt warm around the spoon. He was not even trying to hide it. This realization caught me off guard. “Then what about your girlfriend? I did not know you were also a man who flirts with multiple women,” Miss Long did not hide the disappointment in her voice. I looked at Roland. I was more curious about his answer. “I do not have a girlfriend,” he paused. “Yet,” he added in a slow voice while gazing at me.

Only three people knew of his true identity, the girl witnessing what was happening now, his dad, who was still being taken care of after he was left badly hurt by Gunther and Noah years ago, and Wesley Slate, his mentor, and most trusted friend. Wesley was the man who found young Brandon. He was being mistreated by a group of rogues, who were treating him like a slave. They tortured him and made him do all kinds of insane requests like cleaning the excrement from the dungeons they used to incarcerate all of Noah and Alpha Swan's victims. Who were the supposed leaders of the underground sell of rogue girls to filthy men to use as personal slaves.

Donovan growled lowly as he walked into the office through the back door which was also known as the Vip entrance. After waiting in the VIP preparatory room for some minutes, he was invited out by the host. “I have here with me, Donovan Rolland. One of the most brilliant young men who rose to riches by working hard and smart. He has been ranked as one of the youngest and richest men in the world by Forbes. He is also the pride of America all over the world.” The host announced with a bright smile on her face.