Sir Leo Stiff Novels & Stories

A trail of bodies and pools of blood remain everywhere this man is spotted. No one goes to Mr Sydney’s side even when he falls on the floor and pales out. He is a cruel bigot, but what a way to die. “Sir Leonard.” Brad mumbles with a shaky voice when he reaches us. Six-five feet tall, I am five-four but I feel like an ant compared to him. Just looking at him is straining my neck. He ignores Brad and hoovers above me. “Lady Maloy.” I look up at the mysterious dark piercing eyes and frown. Shit! That may just get me killed. Lady? I have no title as far as I know.

The thin, stretched fabric barely contained the plump curve of his ass, and the string ties rested high on his sharp hip bones. Leo was twenty-one, toned, and completely spoiled. Three months ago, he had been serving overpriced lattes at a cafe in Monaco when Arthur Sterling walked in. Arthur was fifty-three, a ruthless British shipping billionaire, and a man who was used to writing checks to get exactly what he wanted. He had taken one look at Leo's lean body and pretty face, slapped a black Amex on the counter, and told the boy his life was about to change.

I was in the middle of explaining a plan to freeze Adrian Visser’s offshore accounts when I heard a small sound. Thump. Thump. Thump. It was the sound of small feet hitting the carpet. I stopped talking. Stefan and Marcus both froze, staring at the screen behind me. Their eyes went wide, and Stefan actually let out a small gasp. I turned my chair around. Standing in the doorway of the study was Leo. He was wearing his dinosaur pajamas. He was holding a stuffed lion under one arm. His hair was messy from sleep, and he looked very small in the large doorway.

He snatched the Council's letter and flung it across the room like a jagged blade. He let out a harsh, mocking laugh that held no joy. "So the wealthy Sophia from the Harvey bloodline wants to settle with an average man like that? Was she that sex-starved? Did she lack a man’s touch so much that she started wanting just any man, so long as he has a third leg to drill her with?" Leo was stunned. He stood there with his mouth slightly open, unable to find a single word to say. "....."

He softly caressed my cheek, blew on my eyes, trying to help. When I felt a little better, a deep voice interrupted us. “Mr. Dela Vega. Nice meeting you.” Both Axcel and I turned at the same time. Sir Leo stood behind us. His tone? Flat. Cold. Possessive. And those eyes—piercing into Axcel like daggers cloaked in polite civility.

I thought. “Tita, no more talking too much for now, okay? You might stress yourself again and ruin your beauty,” Sir Leo teased, making Marco glare at him as if he was about to slap him. Sir Leo really was the playful type. He’s easy to talk to and makes you feel instantly at ease—unlike Sir Aaron, who was always serious. Both were undeniably handsome, but for me, Sir Marco was still the most attractive. Ma’am Esme let out a soft laugh, then turned to me with a thoughtful look.

Sofia nodded appreciatively and followed the staff member's lead. As she entered the vast hall once again, Sofia's eyes immediately locked with Leonardo's, who was already waiting for her. He stood there confidently, his hand casually tucked into the pocket of his impeccably tailored blue trousers. Sofia couldn't help but admire how dashing he looked in his blue tuxedo, exuding both charm and an undeniable allure.

“Sit next to me, baby. I want you to watch what happens when someone betrays me.” I leaned into her ear, speaking so only she could hear. “If you shed even one tear, I’ll kill more than I originally planned. Do you understand?” Her eyes widened in fear but quickly hardened. “Yes, Sir,” she replied, her voice steady. That made me smile. "Leo," I spoke his name, “I heard you've been busy.” Leo was in his mid-forties, with thinning hair and a nervous twitch that looked like he’d just pissed himself. Sweat gathered on his forehead as he stammered,

she handed it over to me before taking her seat right in front of me. My lips pressed onto the tip of the glass as I gulped down the water, leaving the cup empty in just seconds. “Thank you,” I said in a faint voice, dropping the glass on the table. “What are you to Leo?” Her legs crossed, her fingers locked in front of her, resting closer to her knee. “His servant,” I swallow hard. “Servant?”….. Her eyes scanned through my body once again. “And you have his shirt on.” “My uniform was…..” My fingers clenched the tips of the shirt as my heart raced like it would explode soon. “My uniform was dirty, and I had nothing to wear.”

Leo Storkis smiled as he looked up at his servant and a laugh of humiliation escaped him as hebtirend to the large idol and spoke,"You see mother. I finally have apiece of Selene that I aml going to use to live forever. Foolish little wolves they gave me exactly what I wanted." Laying out a long black blanket on the glinting altar, he ordered,"Bring him here, Juan.. Lay him down. You were right! He did follow your advice. I will definitely reward you for your loyalty." With a sadistic grin, Juan lay down the man on the altar and stepped back,"All I need are words of your praise, master." Leo Storkis grinned and spoke,"When you came looking for me two years ago, I thought that you were a spy