Young Leo Novels & Stories

Leo replaced one breast as he sucked on it while the other breast continued to massage the other breast. Slowly I unzipped his fly and I brought his pants down, and revealing his gray boxers. His boxers made him look sexy but that wasn't my concern now because right now they were just in my way. Leo broke contacts and I moaned in displeasure, he took down his pants and his boxers revealing his rock cock. It is standing in erect, and I reached out my hand and grabbed it. It was such a huge and hot shaft and my cunt pricked for attention.

Nobody knew the real identity of Leo if any of the people who knew the real identity of Leo would probably kill themself. He was the biggest protector of the dragon country who was respected as the war god of the country and the most famous title among his enemy was the dragon of the dragon country. He was only 26 years but his achievement on the battlefield can be regarded as legendary. The number of enemies killed by Leo in his 6 years military carrier can't be imagined by the common person. He was regarded as the devil by his enemies and an angel by his brothers in arms and solider. The last battle he fought was two years ago when millions of lives were destroyed 20 countries united army

Leo spoke from the foot of the dais. He didn't wait for my instruction. He drew the silver-alloy blade, the metal singing as it caught the amber light of the hall. He was eleven years old, his frame lean and dangerous, a predator forged in the silence of a stone Queen. His golden eyes flared, the sovereign static dancing across his knuckles. "Stay here, Mommy," Leo murmured, his voice dropping into that subsonic thunder. "I'll see if the ghost has a throat to cut."

"Leo, welcome. Thank you for coming." Leo's handshake was firm, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. "The pleasure is mine, Lisa. Your office is impressive.” As Leo walked into my office, I couldn't help but notice the commanding presence he exuded. He stood tall, his 6'2" frame towering over the room, his broad shoulders squared and confident. His icy blue eyes scanned the space, taking in every detail with an air of quiet intensity. His jet black hair was perfectly styled, not a single strand out of place, framing his chiseled features with precision.

Everything felt choreographed, every laugh pre-approved. Then Leo froze. His gaze shifted toward the far edge of the pitch — where a tall, lean teenager stood awkwardly near the youth tent, clutching his water bottle like it might save his life. Maya followed his gaze. The boy looked… familiar. Same sharp jawline. Same thoughtful eyes. Only younger. Softer. “Who’s that?” she asked. Leo’s chest tightened. “Daniel,” he said quietly. “My brother.” Daniel Sterling — sixteen, academy player, and the one Leo never talked about publicly.

I just didn’t think that way about it. Leo was one of the other bartenders here. He worked nights to supplement his income while also dedicating his days to training warriors. At 25 years old, he had a tough, rugged exterior with short jet-black hair and piercing grey eyes. Though he was physically strong, his gentle and kind personality shone through in all that he did. Like me, he was a newbie in Midnight's pack, although he had been here for a decade, which made him more experienced.

Another one laughed, okay, it was really hard to distinguish between them, she tucked her brown hair aside, "Seriously girl, lighten up to us. We don't bite, we are just friends." "I can see." Boldness emitted from Zoey's face. "We all know who you are, you are Zoey Hart." The blonde man was speaking now, so Zoey turned to him, "I am Leonard, but you can call me Leo, I am the president's son, not this country though." He laughed. "Oh. Shut up," The sandy-blonde lady was laughing hard, "He's just the step-son of the president," "Whatever, I am a CEO, and oh. I sing." His winked at her seductively.

He looked pale and shy in an outfit that looked more like a uniform: brown khaki pants and the same shade of tailored shirt. I sat up and gave him a small smile. “Good morning, Luna,” he said excitedly. “Good morning…what is your name, and why do you keep calling me Luna”? “My name is Leo, I am an orphan, and I am honored to be assigned to you. You are the future Luna of this pack,” he concluded, bowing his head. “Leo”, I repeated his name and looked him in the eyes. Immediately our eyes met, he quickly dropped his eyes to the floor.

It didn't take them long to finish eating, and without wasting any time, Luna finally addressed the topic that had been intriguing her. "So, tell me who you really are," Luna prompted, making Leo pretend to ponder. "Remember, if you lie to me, I'll definitely return those two gifts," Luna warned before Leo could even open his mouth. "Alright, I'll start from the beginning to tell you everything," Leo responded. "Everything, from start to finish," Luna confirmed. "I'm Leo Faxson, sixteen years old, a student, blood type AB, height one hundred eighty centimeters, I play the piano as a hobby, and I'm a descendant of Dean Faxson. My home is in Atherton, and—"