Novel & Cerita Singing With Leo

“I love you. You’re crazy and ridiculous, but I love you.” I place my hand at the small of her back. Pull her a bit closer, feeling her hips against my thigh. “Look at all the people!” Leo calls out, spreading one arm out toward the audience. Isabella laughs, placing her hand against my chest. “You’re famous, mijo.” I glance back at my bandmates. They’re all smiling too. Apollo’s wiping away tears, Blaise is leaning on his knees like he’s watching a blockbuster movie, and Holden’s arms are crossed over his chest, a big smile on his face.

Leo withdrew from Darius and Lucius in the days that followed her death, and they allowed it since they understood he needed time to heal. Leo's spirit was overwhelmed by sorrow and his heart was heavy with grief. Alone in the forest, he had wandered and found comfort near the river, where the soft murmur of the water provided a soothing balm for his pain. Leo heard a faint melody one sunny afternoon as he sat by the river staring at the soft current. A voice seemed to pierce the veil of darkness that had enshrouded his heart, singing a song of beauty and hope. Leo followed the sound of the singing with his eyes and looked up. He saw a lone wolf there, by the riverside, with eyes the color o

A celebrity slowly walked onto the stage. The crowd erupted in excitement when they saw him, shouting his name. It was Leo Cross, the hottest singer of recent years. Though in his forties, he was good-looking. Combined with his naturally husky voice, his song "One Person Remembering Another" went viral three years ago. "Hello, everyone." Leo smiled as he walked to center stage. "I'm Leo Cross. Today, I'll be performing my breakthrough hit, 'One Person Remembering Another.'"

My eyes widen in surprise, and for a moment, my mouth gapes into a slight ‘O’ as I turn sharply to stare at Leo. I know that song. And it is one of my favorites. Leo does not look like the kind of guy who would be interested in ever listening or playing any music like this one. I think he feels my eyes drilling into his face, because he turns almost immediately to stare back at me. “What?” he asks in a clipped voice that does nothing to hide his curiosity about why I am staring at him like he has grown two big heads, and I also don't hide my question now bubbling up inside me and begging to be set free.

I said, crossing my arms. “Then Bailey and I should go, you’ll definitely scare her the fuck off,” Trey said, tapping his finger on the table like Slade does when he’s making a point. Slade nodded. “No! I’m going,” I said, snatching the note and walking off. I barely made it halfway through Slade’s living room before Jude cut me off. “But we still don’t know if she even sings,” he asked, grabbing my arm. “Trey can sing if we get desperate. I can do background vocals good enough. But come on, Eruption man,” I said, making my case for her.

Leo's POV : As David, my friend, invited me to his newly opened night club, away from the city and my territory, I couldn't refuse. I was really into partying and stuff before I took over the responsibilities. Or should I say hardships?? Hm… anyways with a half mind I went there and the vibe was good. It was a club open for everyone, even humans. Yes, my buddy specially invited me as he got good booze with hot babes. I was in the VIP lounge watching the dance floor, with two blondes side by side, I was enjoying my weekend. That's when a girl caught my attention. Her moves were amazing and she was too curvaceous not to notice. As I saw her move towards the bar counter, I silently followed her

“And we’re not just surviving anymore. We’re actually living.” Leo sat up, brushing crumbs from his shirt. “Okay, okay, I love the healing energy—but can we admit that I still have the best vocals in the group?” Tessy raised a brow. “Greg literally sings like an R&B prince when he’s not trying.” “Excuse me?” Leo gasped. “I am the afrobeat of this friendship.” Laughter filled the rooftop, soft and free, curling into the dark like incense. Scene – Midnight Snack Raid

His pupils were constricted as though he had fallen into another dimension. I reached out, ignoring the scratches I'd gotten from his aggression, and firmly but gently pulled him into my lap. He fought me for a split second, his small fists thumping against my chest, but I didn't let go. I wrapped my arms around him, tucking his head under my chin, and began to hum. It was a slow, haunting melody—the same one I used to sing to Diego when he was still close to me. Slowly, the tension began to bleed out of Leo’s tiny frame. His frantic breathing calmed down, hitching only occasionally as his sobs turned into quiet whimpers.

“I’ll even take requests if there’s a song you want me to sing during karaoke intermissions.” Chloe laughed softly. “You sing?” “Not well,” he admitted. “But I make up for it with enthusiasm.” She considered his offer, a part of her tempted by the idea. “Alright,” she said finally. “But if you’re terrible, I reserve the right to heckle.” “Deal,” Leo said, raising his glass in mock salute. The concert turned out to be exactly what Chloe hadn’t realized she needed. The gentle hum of the crowd, the rich swell of music, and Leo’s easy companionship combined to create a moment of rare peace.

Julian hesitates in the doorway. Leo looks at him. “Tall man, you come too?” Julian’s breath catches. He toes off his shoes, climbs in on Leo’s other side like he’s terrified of breaking something sacred. Leo scoots back so he’s in the middle , one hand on my shirt, one hand in Julian’s . The thunder booms again . Leo flinches. Julian starts singing, barely audible , voice rough and off-key . “Baby beluga in the deep blue sea … swim so wild and you swim so free…”