Novel & Cerita Singing With Leo

"James, are you crazy?" Leo shouted, forgetting that he was a celebrity. "F*ck! F*ck! Don't you know how to be gentle? I need to play piano with my hands. Auch!" Leo cried out in pain. Though his expression was covered by the mask, his tightly wrinkled forehead could still clearly explain how uncomfortable he was. The soldier probably thought that Leo was too noisy. "Shut up! Let's Go!" "James Lu! What are you doing?!" Leo widened his eyes in shock. He looked at the floor that was turning upside down, and then shouted, "Put me down!"

She certainly had her work cut out for her after this kid was born. But the chef was certainly doing something right by the looks of his hot, sexy body. And Amber should be an expert on that particular subject of Leo’s glorious naked form by now. But keeping his body tight in all the right places, wasn’t the only thing he was doing right. She had yet to discover something that Leo didn’t do well. Until she remembered his singing anyway. But the man upstairs didn’t want any competition for his perfect son Jesus it seemed, so he had to give Leo that one flaw.

He winks as Leo glares at him. ‘You were told to play it not announce it. He mutters through the link. ‘Well, shall I tell our Luna how-’ ‘Fuck off.’ Leo cuts him off, making me shake my head. My heart skips a beat as I stare up at him. ‘It’s sweet.’ I murmur. Soft music began playing as mist fills the hall, and the lights dimmed. “Let’s dance, my Goddess.” Leo murmurs, placing his hands on my waist, and I lock my arms around her neck. Our eyes meet, and I’m unable to say anything as the song lyrics resonate with me.

No matter what happens, I’ll stay quiet, especially when it comes to me and Marco. I just… can’t talk about it. Leo started strumming his guitar again, and the moment he sang, I was honestly blown away. His voice—so clear, so full of emotion. Even the crowd went silent, surprised. Every note, every word—he nailed it, like we were listening to the original. Just like I told him before… When he sang, I Lost Myself, he sounded exactly like Jamie Miller. And now? He’s doing the same with James Arthur.

Leo turned the car stereo on as he switched through different radio channels until he stopped at a channel that was playing a pop song that everyone must know in that year. “And now, old’s not young!” Leo sang in a high voice, trying to reach the high note—only to end up cracking his voice, which also cracked them up. “We will set the house on fire, again and again!” Lia joined. Dakota turned to her girlfriend and saw her laughing, which made her feel relieved that she seemed to be feeling better. Olivia did not look gloomy unlike earlier, and Dakota was glad that Lia and Leo decided to come and help her in making the blonde feel better even without knowing the reason why she was sad.

His head lolled. "I can hear him," Leo mumbled, his speech slurring. "He's singing." "Who is singing?" I gasped, my lungs burning from the exertion. "The Architect," Leo said. "He's singing a lullaby to the Star. He's telling it to go to sleep." "We're almost there," I lied. We were maybe at level 50. We had 150 to go. "We won't make it," Damian said, stopping at a landing, leaning against the wall,

Leo said, making Alana give a thumbs up in agreement. "I promise they won't throw anything at you. At most, they'll just stare, and of course, I'll return their disapproving looks. So don't worry, just sing that romantic song for me now," Alana said, making Leo moisten his throat slightly, trying to take a slow breath to produce sound, hoping his voice wouldn't embarrass him.

The sound of heavy metal, the swing of an iron formed ball tied onto long chains, a hit with crashing sounds, sending waves of noises through the air. “Let's go, it's time” Logan said to Leo, as he sat upon the edge of seat, awaiting this very moment. Red scarlet coloured, brazenly bits, screeching teeth, Leonel stood to his feet with anger in his heart and a soul retching pain. “Sonnest my love” Leo said as walked off the room into the church where family members sat with few guests in sight.

"There are a lot of chicks here." "I don't care," Leon grumbled. He glanced at the woman singing with the band. Her voice was soothing—not like that rock stuff. It was romantic, and some of the couples were already pouncing on each other. "I hate it," he grumbled. "This girl sings a beautiful love song, and everyone is making out but us." "Do you want us to make out?" Viper asked, staring at Leon indifferently. Leon slapped Viper's cheek and growled at him.

Leo stood beside me. Nervous. "You'll be fine," I assured him. "I know..." He swallowed. "...I just don't like speaking in front of people." "You don't have to." I smiled. "Just show them." Leo nodded. He stepped forward. Raised one hand. Golden-red flames blossomed around his fingers. The crowd gasped. The fire wasn't wild. It danced. Obeyed. Flowed like water. Leo smiled shyly before extinguishing it. The square erupted into applause.