Ryan Leone Books Novels & Stories

too sick to feel embarrassed at the request, Lynan turned his face up to catch Yael’s eyes. The man chuckled and ruffled his hair. “I’d have to let you go to get our book.” “I’ll go fetch it,” Liev stood from where he had been reclining on the couch opposite the bed they were currently in and set off into the mansion once he received his instructions on where to locate the novel. Liev returned quickly with the murder mystery that Yael had started reading to Lynan a few weeks ago. Lynan settled in for the evening as did the other contestants who were sitting in the lounge. Yael picked up where they left of all that time ago and he closed his eyes, letting that smooth voice wash over him.

He had risen and urged Yari to come with him, to give Leone time alone. ‘No, papà…’ Yari had said. ‘I’ll stay here... with my brother Leo.’ They had sat in silence a long time, the space Yari’s father had taken up a wide gap between them. Finally, Yari had spoken. ‘Would you like to punch me?’ ‘Yes,’ Leone had seethed. But he hadn’t. They’d never fought again. They rarely mentioned it. **** Eventually, Leone learned the name of his biological father… Francesco Nero. He had learned about the man’s predilection for violence and that had sickened him. Leone had learned also that the bastard had another son, equally cruel and vile.

The walls were lined with thousands of physical books and digital drives, the combined knowledge of the Voss era, repurposed for a world that no longer worshiped power. Leo, now a sturdy five-year-old with a smudge of soot on his cheek and his father’s sharp, observant eyes, sat at her feet. He was busy drawing in the margins of a thick piece of parchment. "What are you making, Leo?" Lydia asked, leaning down. "A bridge," Leo said without looking up. "One that doesn't break when the wind blows." Lydia felt a familiar, quiet warmth in her chest. It wasn't the searing heat of the Omega, but the steady glow of a life well-earned.

“These weapons have cursed your families for generations. If I didn’t believe you were serious about ending it, I would shoot both of you and burn it myself.” Leonardo didn’t even flinch. “Fair enough.” Dolores stepped out to fetch Isabel, leaving Arya and Leonardo alone for a moment. Arya placed the book and device carefully on a table, her fingers brushing the old leather one last time. “Does it scare you?” Leonardo asked quietly. “No,” she said. “It enrages me.” He took her hand, squeezing gently. “Then we finish this.” * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Blue asks, staring at Leo, who shrugs and turns away. "Leo doesn’t know it because he spent the first half of class getting his hand wrapped up from losing to the flagpole. It’s Pet Cemetery by Stephen King. I told her I had that book and read it already. She just smiled at me." Blue laughed at my response as I stole a cookie from Leo’s plate. He wasn’t eating it, so why would I let it go to waste. "I would like both of you to be in my study tomorrow so that you can read the book, and I can make sure Leo is doing homework. I also want to know how Leo lost against a flagpole," Blue states, looking once again at the bandaged hand his son sported.

Damon and Darius stood up alongside the other new students as the headmaster began pointing, going one by one around the room. The tension in the hall was palpable. Each introduction was brief, with some students stumbling over their words, while others confidently stated their names and packs. When the headmaster finally gestured toward the brothers, Damon felt the weight of the room’s eyes on them. He could sense the curiosity, the whispers, and the lingering glances of admiration from the girls—who were undoubtedly noticing them more than the other students. “Damon Luciano,” he said firmly, his voice cutting through the silence. “From the Full Moon Pack.”

It causes me to shiver a bit. "If a bastard like that even touches my children. All hell will break loose," Don declares. "I'll fuck those fuckers up," I heard a knuckle crack from Rex. "They touch my son and nieces and nephews. We brothers will hunt them down." All the Wolfe Brothers shout like Hawaiian warriors shouting, ready for war. Seeing Rex pumped up like that makes him hot. "Okay, guys, calm down with the torture," Lily says, then glances at me. "The man is dead. Thea, what's going to happen once Jo wakes up?" Lily asked, concerned for her friend.

Despite her grumpy personality, she had still given him some colouring books and crayons, whilst she sat on the garden steps and read her book. The lounge was a little tense, with Leo sitting silently, his exterior ice-cold. Song and I were talking to Alejandro, with Rayhan adding to the conversation here and there. I think by now he knew that Song got a little jittery around him, but he was as smooth as ever and didn’t make it obvious or put her on the spot. I think he was used to it. "So what the fuck were you doing at Leo’s pack? This ain’t got anything to do with the same shit when you told me to watch the girls right?" Alejandro asked Leo.

I inquired and Lydia stared back at the door quietly, I think she was observing if there was any moment. "I'm sorry Luna if you will have to hear this from me but I can't help it. I feel you deserve better than a Lycan mate " Well she sounded as if I was in the devil's dan, I didn't like the sound of that as I frowned "There is no need to be sorry, just tell me whatever it is that you know" I encouraged impatiently, not knowing why I wanted to hear whatever gossip Lydia had to say though I wasn't a fan of gossips" Luna, Hector is more like the devil himself. He is too dangerous for someone like you to worry about." She gaped after noticing the confused expression on my face, it was as if she

“Dario Santos isn’t some corporate rival you can outmaneuver with clever contracts and legal technicalities. He’s a man who has people killed for looking at him wrong.” “I’m aware of his reputation.” “Are you? Because if you were really aware of what he’s capable of, you wouldn’t be anywhere near Ava right now.” Leandro returned to his chair, his movements casual and unhurried. But Riley caught the way his eyes glittered with something that might have been anticipation. “You’re overreacting, Riley. It was just lunch.” “Was it? Because the Leo I know doesn’t do anything without a reason. The Leo I know always has a plan.”