Sir Leo Stiff Novels & Stories

Eli buys me something fried and wrapped in paper from a stall run by an old man who Eli calls tiger for some reason. “How does he know you?” I ask, unwrapping the paper, and whatever is inside is so good I immediately stop forming other thoughts. “I’ve been coming here since I was twelve,” Eli says, in the easy way he talks about his neighborhood, matter-of-fact and without the self-consciousness that comes from people who mistake simplicity for something to be embarrassed about.

A man with a deep husky voice tried to calm him down. "Sir you need to calm down" Introduction: Leon Smith -Also known as the 'Laudable Leo' -26 years old -Main Hacker of CIA "How can I calm the fuck down Leo? Since two years we are after that Mafia but got nothing. We are just sitting here watching the show while that bastard is busy shooting down our best agents?, he growled. Suddenly a girl with canary hair entered the room with a disappointed face. "Did you got something, Rebecca?", Leon asked her. She shooked her head while looking down in shame.

’ I felt Custard looking at me worriedly. ‘I don’t know, Custard. Who is that kid?’ I demanded. I was fighting the urge to run there myself and separated the two of them. But not yet. Not when I still have to built a new relationship with Stella. ‘I believe that is the Leo guy that sent you the letter. But I think he is a good guy. I saw him riding Midnight. He had Stella sit in front of him so he could support her. They look like a prince and a princess.’

Something wasn’t right. Just then, the door opened, and Leo stepped in. "Sir, you called for me?" Without turning around, I asked, "I need a straightforward response, Leo. Did you also know about my accident?" Silence. Then, I heard Leo’s nervous stammering. "Ac…actually… sir… I…" I spun around, my patience snapping. "I said STRAIGHTFORWARD!" Leo flinched before nodding quickly. "Yes, sir. I knew."

Leo stared at the screen like it was a living thing. The numbers, the coded messages, the transfers—they weren’t just random; they were a map. A trail of a man’s ambition, and his weakness. Sir Reginald Sterling, the golden boy of international football, the man everyone called charming and untouchable, had a secret. A quiet, insidious weakness that could ruin everything.

The relief lasted exactly two seconds before Leo leaned down, his lips brushing dangerously close to her ear. "Pull yourself together, little girl," Leo whispered, his hot breath sending a violent shiver down her neck. "The real wolves are circling." Gia looked up. A tall, silver-haired man was walking purposefully toward them. He wore a velvet dinner jacket and carried a silver-tipped walking cane. His eyes were cold and calculating, completely devoid of the polite warmth expected at a charity event. "Arthur Sterling," Leo said under his breath, his grip tightening painfully on her waist. "Vice-Chairman of the foundation. My father’s oldest rival."