Ryan Leone Books Novels & Stories

“We need to finish before your daddy starts wondering why his little saint isn't home praying, or isn't that what you want?” Leon stiffened. Then gritted out, “just tell me what I have to do.” “Rule one,” I began, circling him like a shark, feeding off the nervous energy that was seeping out of his pores. “Damian is a traditionalist. He likes that refined, submissive beauty you’ve got going on. The ‘innocent’ vibe.” The words almost burned my tongue off. Because I knew Leon only looked innocent. He wasn't. “But then that’s just what he thinks he wants. In reality? The guy is bored out of his mind. He craves someone who actually knows how to move. Someone who isn't a board.”

Along the walls of the alley are portraits of the family and two rows of torches that light the way. The pair walk along the carpet and approach the first door on the left side of the hallway. Leon opens the door and within the room's contents are a few things. First, there is a bed that is fit for a much younger boy than Leon. There is an old and small red oak bookcase that has a few books on them. One of the books is called The Secret of Mana and another book is called Firestorm. Both educational books about magic and its properties, though Firestorm is one old-world book that is catered to the fire mages. Troy races into his room and slides in his bed. The small boy stretches under his co

Never had I felt so much anger towards another singular person. I heard a muffled cry come from Ella. The pain and desperation in her voice was real and something you rarely heard from Ella Jones. "You know who I am, Martinez-" "I am well aware," he replied. "Leonardo Loren. The most ruthlessly terrifying man to ever live." "Then you'll be well aware of what I do to people that do things that anger me," Leo said. "And raping my Luna is top of that list." "You've got nothing on me, Loren. Even if you do find me, you're alone, outnumbered and we have guns," he said in an amused tone. "And relax, I'll ensure that she has fun. After all, it is the last thing she'll do before death."

I just didn't care for it. I caught a glimpse of him before he opened his door and came inside. All I could see was his body. He was wearing a crisp gray shirt, buttoned low enough to catch a glimpse of his bronzed chest, and a pair of black pants that were simple enough. His hair was smoothed back again, giving him a look of refined polish. But with the overbearing shape of his muscled body and the cat-like slant of his eyes it was impossible to dismiss him as simply polished. No, Leon was too rugged for polished.

Leonel was so scared that his face turned pale, "P-Please, don’t! I'll make the call!" Seeing his fear, Lily became curious, "What is this? What’s inside the syringe?" Leonel did not respond, so Lily pretended to stab him again. He ducked back and said, "W-Wait! I-It's a drug!" Lily got upset when he said that, and she suddenly stepped on Leonel's body, "You guys are still making this?"

He hesitated to ask Leah for help, and his pride prevented him from talking to her even more. Leah took the needle to create a wound on her finger. She squeezed her finger, and when she saw blood coming out into her finger, she touched the book. The book glowed, and the leaf logo brightened too. She opened the book for Lycan Hector, and she let him see the last page of the book. It was Lycan Hector whom Richelle drew. Lycan Hector was too busy reading a book while sitting comfortably at the tree. She was surprised when she saw this; she didn't know that Richelle had this talent. Aside from healing someone using a leaf, she could draw too.

) Lyon kept quiet because the song was one Selene usually listened to when reading a book. Selene was the same on the other side; she felt sentimental all of a sudden. The music brought back memories of her time in the mansion. However, that memory is exceptional. (FLASHBACK) "What are you reading?" Lyon asked and kissed her cheek. Selene smiled. "Do you still remember my favorite book?" Lyon smirked. And look at the cover of the book "First True Love by Flynn Coast?" he asked, before taking a seat next to Selene. He extended his right arm for Selene to rest her head on.

Layla's fate hung in the balance, a pawn in a dangerous game orchestrated by forces far beyond the comprehension of those who roamed beneath the watchful gaze of the moon. “Leon, I underestimated you. I guess you really did care about her after all.” Leon looked uneasy about where he stood. “What do you want.” I asked. I want you dead and your useless band of miscreants dissolved.”

He looked exhausted—but calm. “My boss is here,” Leon said with a half-joking tone. “Should I stand up straight and salute or something?” I gave him a quick glance. “Leon.” Rael looked at him, like he was weighing something. There was a subtle tension between them. But I knew Rael could smell something—betrayal, maybe. Or just the trace of a small lie hidden beneath Leon’s usual grin. “Willow,” Leon said, his smile softening when he looked at me. “Thanks… for last time. My sister’s doing a lot better now. She’s back home.”