Young Leo Novels & Stories

The driver excused himself and she started recording him giving him the first gift. "Nahhh, I can't." He shook his head looking at the Silver Rolex Watch. She smiled watching him. "Oya, open the Louis Vuitton bag." She said and he just looked at with a smile on his face. It was a custom made deep blue suit. And the last gift was a box of black and red Jordan 4's. "Baby, come here." He said and she smiled ending the video. "I know it's not much--Shut up, You know how much you spent." He cut her off pulling her towards him so that she was now straddling him.

Leo sighs in defeat and nods. "O-okay... I'll wear one..." Bright smiles at him, attempting to reassure him. Leo lies down on the bed and covers his face with a pillow. Ash tries not to laugh at how adorable he finds Leoas he strips Leo from the waist down. Leo is just five year old but he behave like a big boy more than Ray.

Fuck, she was going to starve. She munched on a stick of celery out of desperation as she searched for something editable. She skipped past the hummus and took a chance on opening a carton of tofu and taking a whiff. “God it smells like ass crack.” “Aged ass crack actually,” came a playful voice behind her. Amber jumped out of her own skin and the tofu splattered at her feet. She spun around to see Leo apologizing but looking very amused with no remorse. “I’m sorry I scared you. I’m Leonardo Clemonte, but please God, call me Leo. You must be Miss Dubois I presume. I like you already,” he winked at her.

Lana said in a whisper so I look at her while she stirs her soup. “Mysterious and I also think they are nice persons. Leo act and speak like an educated rich kid, is he somewhat born in a noble class family?” I ask as I look at the entrance doorway of the kitchen that has a missing door. “Hmnnn you have a very definite observation. Yes as the matter of fact, Leo is the crown prince of Eurie. He is the only son of Queen Veronica and King Levero, he and Flora meet when he was in a journey to defend the east side of Eurie. Flora helped him fight the evil followers from the kingdom of Lebron to the north. They feel in love and been together for 3 years now. That guy Vlashmere became acquainted w

Now, the only sound was the scrape of steel blades on the ice. “Look at me, Dad! Watch my glide!” Little Leo skated across the line. His cheeks were red from the cold. He was five years old and full of energy. He wore a Winter Wolves jersey. The jersey was a bit big for him. He held his hockey stick loosely. His dark hair was under his helmet. He had my eyes. His jaw was like his father's. “Keep your knees bent, Leo,” Lucian said. He skated backward in front of Leo. He moved easily.

It’s supposed to be a proud moment, a six-week internship at a top firm, but all I can think about is the empty hallway and the quiet dinners ahead of me. Then I hear the floorboards groan behind me. I’d almost forgotten. Chloe didn't leave the house entirely empty. Leo is standing in the archway of the kitchen, his shoulder leaning against the wood frame. He’s twenty-one, all lean muscle and restless energy. He’s wearing a pair of low-slung grey sweatpants and nothing else. His hair is a mess from sleep, sticking up in dark tufts, and his skin has that golden, tan glow of someone who spends every afternoon at the lake.

The Hale Private Jet (G-7000 "The Kestrel"). 30,000 Feet Above Neo-Veridia. A salted peanut flew across the cabin in a perfect arc. It bounced off the forehead of Leo Hale. "Missed the mouth," Lyra Hale critiqued, not looking up from her holographic tablet. "Your trajectory was off by three degrees. Amateur." Leo caught the peanut on the rebound and popped it into his mouth. He grinned. He was twenty years old, with his father’s dark hair and a smile that had already broken a dozen hearts in the debutante circuit.

Everything was just fine until Leo took a mic and jumped on the table that I had cleaned up like a pro. With his pants hanging halfway on his knees, Leo claimed in a hoarse voice, "Ladies and gentlemen in the club, today is your lucky day! Tomorrow is my best friend Luke's 20th birthday. Tonight, every drink and lap dance will be on Young Master Luke's tab! Human beings, let the feast begin!" The whole club was set on fire by Leo's announcement. People roared in cheers, laughter, exclaims, and claps. The music started to become explosive and...

A few kilometers away from Czarna Pantera's uptown clubhouse was Asahi attending a private dinner with his Master for the night, ROBERT LEO whom everybody referred to as Mr. Leo. Mr. Leo was a young man in his early thirties, married with three kids. He was also the third son of the second most powerful family in Texas; The Robert's family.

SILVER We made our way out of the gathering to somewhere much quieter. I stood there and pulled off my cloak, my arms folding across my chest as I stared at the young boy. “Thank you,” he muttered, his voice soft, low, and laced with quiet relief. “What's your name?” “Leo.” “How old are you?” “Fifteen.” I went still for a second, then quickly recovered from the shock. Fifteen. He was so young.