روايات وقصص ضمن Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Leonardo Pictures

"Zis is a secret. A chef’s secret. If you tell, ze magic is ruined." "I don't care about magic," Luna said, crossing her arms. "I want that gold watch Leo has. He won’t let me touch it. He says it’s collateral." I cursed Leo under my breath. The boy was already running a pawn shop out of the nursery. "I cannot give you ze watch," I whispered. "But... I have something better. An art collection. Very private. Very expensive. Picasso? No. Knight? Yes. I will give you... a series of original sketches. Dragons. Purple ones. Signed by ze artist."

"What do you have there, big boy?" "It’s my rocket ship!" Leo shouted proudly, holding the paper up high for everyone to see. He had used thick, bright wax crayons to draw a massive, clumsy red triangle with yellow fire coming out of the bottom. Right next to the rocket, there were two small stick figures drawn in black ink, holding hands. "This is me, and this is Mila. We are flying away from the mean boys." Julian walked over, his heavy boots sounding soft against the carpet as he dropped down to his knees next to his family. He reached out, his large hand gently patting Leo’s dark curls. "It looks amazing, Leo. You drew the lines very straight."

He ordered. "You already have yours out." As soon as the words left my mouth, our leader gave me a pointed look. I rolled my eyes and decided to bring out my own workbook when Leo gave us a worried glance. I am doing this for Leo and not Xander! Leo is the perfect leader. Even the Ninja Turtles thinks so too. I noticed how Romeo seemed to get closer once I opened my workbook. "Hey. Personal space." I told him. "Sorry, I don't have my own workbook yet." He sheepishly says and grinned like an idiot.

Leon’s private study was a place I’d never been allowed before. The moment we stepped inside, I understood why. Dark wood, sleek black shelves lined with books, expensive whiskey decanters reflecting the soft glow of the pendant light above. But it wasn’t the luxury that caught my attention. It was the desk. Or more specifically—the locked drawer he was opening. The sharp click of metal sent a ripple of unease through me. Leon pulled out something small, something old. A photograph. He held it out to me, his face unreadable. I took it, my fingers barely steady as I turned it over.

Never had I felt so much anger towards another singular person. I heard a muffled cry come from Ella. The pain and desperation in her voice was real and something you rarely heard from Ella Jones. "You know who I am, Martinez-" "I am well aware," he replied. "Leonardo Loren. The most ruthlessly terrifying man to ever live." "Then you'll be well aware of what I do to people that do things that anger me," Leo said. "And raping my Luna is top of that list." "You've got nothing on me, Loren. Even if you do find me, you're alone, outnumbered and we have guns," he said in an amused tone. "And relax, I'll ensure that she has fun. After all, it is the last thing she'll do before death."

Capri questions Leo’s every thoughts. He would cry as she’d reject his advances on moving past his mistakes. He was not shut out entirely, but for him he was not getting enough of her time and attention. She would not sleep with him, but there were other ways to satisfy his desires. They would face time and she’d show her perky breasts as he stroked his shaft. He would send videos of him in the shower jerking off and climaxing all over the tub and that would drive Capri wild wishing it was her. She could not help but wonder if the feeling was the same of his hands all over her body, grabbing her throat from behind and spanking her ass.

[ Gemma ] “Seriously? You want me to play a bandit for your crazy ideas? Do you take me for a hooligan?” Leonardo spit out the coffee he was sipping when I asked him for help. Somewhere, I predicted this reaction so I stayed focused because it was easier to persuade him than his brother.

Well, this is going to be a very long ride. “Do you have any bubble gum?” I asked. “No” I sighed and rolled my eyes. I hope that I don’t embarrass myself here, especially in front of Leonardo. Leonardo placed a couple of pictures on my lap, I stared at all of them. They all seemed to be in my age group, all of them were men who looked like gangsters by the matching tattoos. “We have to eliminate them, that’s our mission” he muttered as he stared at his phone. I didn’t respond to him and observed the photos some more.

Leonardo mumbled to himself. "Fuck", Leonardo groaned, glancing down at his pants, where his cock was visibly straining the fabric. His erection had literally created a noticeable tent in his pants. The feeling was annoyingly painful, and he really needed relief. "Relax, it's just a boob photo; we're not even into boobs," Leonardo muttered to himself, attempting to calm his aroused state. He stared at the photo on his phone screen, grateful that his phone could still access deleted messages because he wouldn't have known what to do without the photo on his phone.

With his shoes and secret socks in his hands, water sogging out of his black suit, he walks away. “Hey!!!” Tommy screams while his parents laugh out loud as they watch their son run towards Leo. He turns baffled. And poses. “You didn’t tell me your name.” Tommy says, lifting his head up to look at him. Leo shakes his head, smiling. He bends to be at the same level with him. “I am Leonardo.” “So, can I call you, Panthera Leo?” Leo’s face beams and soft laughs elude him. “Uhaa.Sure. I love that, mr scientist.”