Young Leonardo Dicaprio Novels & Stories

⸻ Twenty-seven years earlier… ⸻ The De Luca Estate had once been filled with laughter. Not soldiers. Not bodyguards. Children. Three boys raced through the gardens beneath the warm Italian sun. Leonardo. Nine years old. Always running ahead. Little Alessio. Only six. Trying desperately to keep up. And between them… A twelve-year-old boy with bright golden eyes. Darius. He laughed louder than anyone. He climbed higher than anyone. And whenever Alessio fell… Darius reached him first.

Leo said, as if this settled something. Dante leaned back slightly in his chair, and she caught the change in his posture from across the room, the way the set of his shoulders shifted by just a fraction, something loosening that she had not seen loosen before. He was looking at Leo the way she sometimes caught him looking at things he hadn't expected to find interesting. "What do you do?" Dante asked. Leo blinked. "I'm five." "Five-year-olds do things." "I draw," Leo said. "Mostly dinosaurs. I can draw a T-rex from memory. Do you want to see?"

He was wearing one of his many flashy shirts that displayed his pecs and the golden cross, and this one had a leopard pattern on it. "Who's this?" He asked, eyeing Benito. Maybe it was my imagination, but I was something murderous passed by in his smiling amber eyes Like a predator locked on his prey. Benito scooted closer to me, wrapping his arm around my waist while I slung an arm around his shoulder. "This is my loving boyfriend, Benny." I introduced. Leonardo's eyebrows rose in surprise. "He looks young. Is he even legal?" He asked, eyeing Benito up and down.

I asked, knowing that it wasn't just Water Dragons that had a problem with Vampires. He shook his head no with a smile. "How old are you? I only know Beta Ari's age." He said, as he went back to fidgeting with his hands. I grabbed his hands stopping him and he looked at me again. "342 years old." I told him. "You?" "17 as of five minutes ago." He answered. He was still a minor, but I understood why Alpha Dreg uses him as a representative. He was very smart and strong for his age.

He didn't want the company so that's why my dad is CEO. "Hi Aunt Teresa, Uncle Peter," I smile as I hug them both. "It's nice to meet you," Leon says as he shakes both of their hands, "Leon Bailey." "Nice to meet you Leon," Aunt Teresa says and my uncle nods. "Congratulations on the engagement." "Thank you," we both say and walk around some more to see the other guests. "Uncle Lee!" We both turn to see a little boy run up to us. He has dark brown hair and bright green eyes.

He looked like he regretted letting it slip. "I've already said too much; she is going to kill me if she finds out I said anything." "And I'm going to kill you right now if you don't start talking," I pulled out my gun and drummed it against my knee. "Come on, man, I've told you everything I know." "Tell me about the boy, you said there is a boy." "Ah, what do you want? His name is Cesare; he's four years old. That's all."

There was something bloody in the hands of the young man. He smiled at John and everyone else. “Are you the Harrigans?” “Ye… Yes, we are.” John nodded quickly and asked with a look of respect, “Are… Are you the Supreme Elder’s disciple?” “That’s right. My name is Tyrone Lemmington. I’m his youngest disciple.” The young man smiled widely, but his smile only sent chills down everyone’s backs. They noticed that he was holding a human head in his head.

His jaw dropped at that. "Also, turn off the lights, and don't touch the mint chocolate chip ice cream, it's Isa's," I told him as I walked out of the kitchen and headed upstairs. "Hey, no fair! That's my favorite too," he complained. He's a fucking airhead, but he's smarter than he seems. He's also my kid brother, Leonardo Theodore Moretti. He's 28 years old but he likes to think he's younger because that age is too old in his opinion. We have a sister, she's younger than me but older than Theodore. And he thinks it's unfair that he gets to be the smallest.

Her whole body was burning in fire for touching her baby sister. But when he left Rina and turns facing the camera her eyes widen to the size of a saucer, lips parted in reorganization because he is none other than Leon, her Uncle Mark’s younger son who might be in his early twenties. For few seconds until he disappears from the screen she continues staring into the screen unable to believe her own eyes. She knew all her cousin’s from parental side because she is in f******k with Ronan, the eldest son of Maxim uncle who used to adore her in her childhood.

"Please, forgive me. Hm?" "Lean," Viviana catches her son's attention. "What's going on?" "I did something wrong and made Fratello mad." He's about to cry but the door opens which makes Viviana and Lean look at Leo's devastated state. "Leonardo Marchetti," Luigino closes his eyes to think before opening it and sharply looks at him. "Do you really like that kid?" Leo doesn't reply, instead, he just looks at his father. He's trying to sort everything out on his own.