Young Leonardo Dicaprio Novels & Stories

So this was the person Ines was talking about. Leonardo couldn’t fully process what he was looking at. As he continues to observe him, he took more notes on his appearance. He estimates that this young man could be in his 20s, and has a fairly built body when it comes to muscle. He could see nothing that explains the glow that seemed to come from under his skin. “Goldie” shifts from his position, making Leonardo flinch. The young man suddenly runs towards him, and in a panic, Leonardo punches him right at the nose.

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

" 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.

Ryan informed them all. "It's gonna be okay, I assure you she's too small to be put in jail," Ashley comforted Linda, who was worried about her little daughter's fate. "Probably Juvenile," Ryan said in a cold tone and went out. Suzanne went out also, carrying Patches and Ethan followed her. Ashley sighed and went after them. Soon the door was flung open. Some heroes in their youth came in. They were only three. "Hero League," the tallest that stood in the middle flashed his ID card. The guy and girl that stood beside him also flashed theirs.

The two of them sat side by side looking at a distance, and the cheerful kid said,"So what's your name? You have a name,right?" The lonely looking kid said," Yes, I have a name.....Leonardo Michaelson , They call me Leo" The cheerful kid smiled and pulled out a hand and said I am Ronald Lucas! You can call me Ron!" And the two kids shook hands.........thirty years ago.

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.”

I whispered as I touched his hard chest. SO THIS WAS THE CHEST I BUMPED INTO? "What should I call you?" I looked up at him as I asked for his name. "Call me...Leonard" he said leaning closer, claiming my lips with his, peppering kisses all over my neck, collarbone, and cleavage. "You asked for this, little one" he growled as he took off my shirt, completely exposing me to his hungry gaze. I was clearly losing my mind right now from his hot kisses, his hands drifting downwards slowly, my breath hitching as I closed my eyes savoring this strange tingling feeling.

Time marches on, and Leo, Sira and Damian's only child, is now a teenager. At the age of 16, Leo has grown into an impressive young man. The genetic inheritance from his parents gave him a handsome appearance, with a tall and athletic body. His jet-black hair and piercing eyes have fascinated many people. But it's not just his looks that make Leo special. He inherited kindness from Sira and mental strength from Damian. Leo was always friendly to everyone, never feeling like he was superior even though so many admired him.

Everything smelled like lemons and old money. Some maids took our luggage in the house to god knows where. Before I could fully take it in, I heard someone call from upstairs. "Tell me she didn't bring heels again. She fights in heels." Luciano's brother, Leo, came strolling down the staircase wearing a black button-up and the world's smuggest expression. "Oh God," I muttered. "He's already starting." Leo was only 18, he had his dad features. He's annoying to the point where it's tolerable.

—the only authentic New York-style pizza joint in the subterranean city of Sanctuary—I had my wish. Leo was sitting across from me. But he wasn't the seven-year-old boy I had sent into the Star. He was seventeen. Maybe eighteen. Physically, he was a masterpiece of biology and magic. He was tall, leaning across the table with the casual grace of a predator. His shoulders were broad, filling out the flannel shirt Damian had lent him. His hands—hands I used to hold while crossing the street— were now large enough to crush the soda can he was holding.