Ryan Leone Books Novels & Stories

"What?" "Lila needs a purpose to help her move on from her father's death," he said, standing up. His tone was casual. "A seat on the council is the perfect opportunity for her." “That’s my seat!” I finally screamed, unable to hold back. “I spent two years earning it! I passed three life-or-death trials to get that seat from the elders! It represents my honor!” “And now it’s hers.” He frowned, annoyed by my outburst. “Serena, as Luna, you should be happy for Lila’s growth.”

"God, Selene. He'd kill me. Slowly. And I'd deserve it." "He won't find out." "He always finds out!" Leon spun to face her. "That's what Rowan does. He sees everything, knows everything. You think I can just—" He gestured helplessly. "You think I can walk into his home, into his basement where he's keeping—" He stopped, breathing hard. "This is insane. This is actually insane." Selene moved closer, her steps measured and deliberate. "You're his right-hand man." He shook his head hard. “That’s exactly why I can’t. You think he wouldn’t see it coming from me? From me?”

Donovan nervously chuckled. "Really? Thank you! Yes, I'd love to talk about it if you can!" Leona lit up as she held the book. Something about it felt familiar, but she shrugged it off and walked over to a random seat, signaling Donovan to sit next to her. "This book is really fascinating. I never told you this, but I'm actually a huge fan of marine discoveries! Something about this book felt like it was close to home, almost like something that would happen in this town to be honest," Donovan smiled as he flipped through his notes.

It was like Leon had just opened a door to a new world. “In that case, aren’t Myra and Tony in danger?” Heather asked worriedly. Leon looked at his tablet screen while he played a mobile game on his phone. He was rather relaxed about this, for he didn’t have ties to neither Myra nor Tony. “Relax, they’re in no danger. Other than having someone know every single one of their actions, there’s nothing else that can endanger them,” Leo breezily replied. Heather didn’t quite understand, opting to flick the window with the video call away. This situation could no longer be explained properly with words, and she wanted a more detailed explanation.

Leo reentered his room with a sense of purpose, meticulously double-checking Mr. Romano's contact number on his phone. Satisfied, he locked the screen and carefully set the device on the side table before making his way to the balcony, where a soothing breeze awaited him. As Leo stood by the balcony, gazing at the rustling trees under the cool night breeze, his attention was drawn to Ryan's house. He realized that he was busy for the past two days and hadn't seen Ryan during that time.

“We get the deal. And then, if you still believe it’s her, we investigate privately. We hire the best investigators money can buy. But right now, we play along.” “She’s right, man,” Dylan added. “You look like you’re having a breakdown in there. Get it together. We came here for business, not for… whatever this is. You need to snap out of it.” Leo’s breathing was ragged. His mind raced between rage and confusion. That woman’s face. Those mannerisms. The way she’d looked at him with such cold satisfaction. It was Elena. He knew it in his bones. But the documents Ray had shown them… the passport records, the photographs, the ironclad proof…

He held it up as though it were a trophy. I scoffed. “Figures.” “What does that mean?” “It means you’re predictable,” I said, crossing my arms. “All you read are books about money, power, and strategies. Do you ever pick something for fun?” Leonardo studied me for a long moment, his expression inscrutable. Then, to my surprise, he said, “And what about you? Why don’t you read books like this?” He tapped the romance novel. “Because I don’t need a guide on how to think like a millionaire,” I replied. I paused, then added, “Books are supposed to help you escape reality, not drown in it.”

Elena turned the book so they could see the cover. “The First Luna.” “I know that book,” Kael said immediately. “I read it when I was younger.” “You say that about every book,” Rowan replied. “Because I read a lot.” “No, because you enjoy pretending you read a lot.” Kael looked personally offended. “I did read it.” “Then tell us what happened.” Kael opened his mouth, paused, then closed it again. A grin slowly spread across Rowan's face. “That is what I thought.”

Leon said as Ray heard the menacing click of a gun behind him. When there was danger. Ray stood stock still, waiting for Leon to get close enough. Ray knew that If he ran, he’d shoot him. But maybe if he could get Leon close to him enough, He could wrestle the gun away from him. Ray had no idea how to shoot a gun. He was a baker and a cook, not a spy. Ray felt Leon came up behind im and fisted his hair. The bite of pain against his scalp was sharp, breaking open the head wound that had scabbed over. Blood crept through Ray's hair, warm and thick.