Romans & histoires Young Leo

Leo opened his small bag and took out a paper. He gave it to her proudly. Naomi looked at it. Her breath caught. It was a simple drawing. A small boy. A woman. And a tall man beside them. The man had no clear face. But something about the shape… The height… The posture… It felt familiar. Too familiar. Naomi’s fingers tightened slightly on the paper. “Do you like it?” Leo asked. Naomi forced a smile. “Yes… it’s beautiful.” Leo beamed. “I made him tall,” he said. “Because I think my daddy is strong.”

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“Are you defending him right now? He’s a fucking servant, Avery. That’s all his job. He should be grateful we let his sorry ass live here." Beatrice had always been scarier than mum, and so I looked down at once. “Sorry,” I whispered. I picked up my toast and stuffed my mouth with it. "Can I have my breakfast?" His voice cut through the room, and I raised my head immediately, my breath caught. Leo. He was standing at the doorway of the kitchen, looking so tired. His clothes were soiled with the dirt from the garden, his body damp with sweat. And even in the dirt, he looked perfect.

Celeste became pregnant around the beginning of spring, and the child was born on a winter night. It was clear after the snow that day, and the stars in the sky shone especially brightly. Therefore, she named the child Leo York. Due to his parents' strong genes, Leo was also good-looking. He had a face similar to that of a cute little boy in a milk advertisement, but his temperament was not soft and cuddly. He showed a different side from a very young age.

"The Vanguard-01 is ash! The reactors are dead!" "We don't need a ship," Leo said. He stepped out from the shadows of the stone arches. At ten years old, Leo was a haunting reflection of the man Julian had been—peaceful, yet carrying a gravity that made the air around him feel thick. He wasn't wearing a tactical suit. He wore a simple linen tunic, but the lavender scar on his forehead was glowing with a blinding, terrifying silver light.

"I won't bang. I'll play." "Dad, can Leo try?" Liam nodded. "Come here, buddy." Leo climbed onto the bench beside his father. He was six—small for his age, but serious in a way that reminded me of Liam. He placed his fingers on the keys carefully. "Show me where to put them." Liam guided his hands. "This is middle C. Press it." Leo pressed. The note rang out. His face lit up. "That's C?" "That's C." "I like C."

She could feel something coming from the pup, as if it were reaching for her. She smiled. “What’s your name, pup, and how old are you?” “My name is Carter, and I’m thirteen.” They stood swaying side to side with Carter’s arms wrapped lightly around Leah’s waist. He was the same height as Leah, but she could already tell he would be well over six feet tall once he stopped growing. He had dark hair and blue eyes that were reminiscent of Ray and Francesca, and she had a suspicion that he was related as well, but she didn’t know how.

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

" Jace asked. "Leo," Leo said. Leo is a young man, he looks like someone in his early twenties. Tall and slender. He has brown hair, matching the color of his eyes. He doesn't know why the strange Man stopped him. Although, he looked familiar to him, even with the disguise Jace had on. "Have we met before?" Leo asked. "Probably not. But I have some questions for you." Jace said as he removed his sunglasses. "Oh my God. I knew you looked familiar. I can't believe this." Leo is now getting excited. "Mr Jace Bratkowski, I am a huge fan. Congratulations on your wins again." Leo said with a big grin.

I picked up a magazine and tried to focus on the pages, but my mind kept wandering to how empty my nights had become. The door opened again and Leo walked in. He was nineteen, tall with broad shoulders from playing football, messy dark hair falling over his forehead, and those bright green eyes that seemed to notice everything. He wore a simple black t-shirt that stretched across his chest and jeans that hung low on his narrow hips. Sweat glistened on his arms from the heat outside. “Hi,” he said, his voice deep and easy. He smiled at me, a little shy but friendly. “Mom says I’m on shampoo duty today. You ready?”