Young Leonardo Dicaprio Novels & Stories

Leader Fox by his side laughed and said, “Mr. Leo, it seems that someone is missing you, and that person misses you very very much.” Leader Fox winked his eyes with a hint. Missing? Leonardo DiCaprio lifted his right hand up to raise the glass up to drink a sip of alcohol. His masculine Adam’s apple slid down, and he was extremely sexy. He did not interact with women, and if it was that kind of missing, then it was definitely…Crystalbella. Crystalbella’s small, cold face appeared in his mind, and he was in a good mood as he lifted his eyebrows. He put the glass down and stood up before he said, “All of you, slowly enjoy. I will go back to the room.”

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.

He greeted my mom with more warmth, and then Federico gave him instructions to take our luggage to the rooms. Right then, the front door opened, and a guy about my age stepped out. He had curly dark hair, a little overgrown, like he’d skipped his last three haircuts, and striking green eyes that didn’t match his face. He had an office intern kind of vibe. I tilted my head. Was this Zayne, the infamous mafia heir? “Leonardo, come here,” Federico called. Oh. So not Dante. Plot twist. Apparently, this dude was Leonardo, not his son. Wait—Federico had two sons?

Leo ends the phone. Mario groans and moves his body away from my car. "I hate you, Leonardo Alfonsi!" Mario exclaims before leaving. Leo's not only the member of that doomed clan but also the leader?

Leonardo Marco Leo is Matteo’s best friend and right hand. Whenever a decision needs to be made, and Matteo is not around, he is the one taking charge. He is extremely responsible and hardworking. He is funny and sarcastic. He is optimistic from both, he always sees the good side of everything, and he is a big guy. He is 6’5 and has a bodybuilder body. He is in charge of weapons in the mafia and sees Matteo as a brother, but she is his weak spot when it comes to amber. She doesn’t know how much he cares for her because he always keeps her away. Leo is reserved and has a massive crush on his best friend’s baby sister, which he knows is wrong, and he fights with himself to stay away. Leo is gr

he giggled "Well hello my young prince," I said picking him up and went to the living room "Okay not to be rude but who are you guys,?" I said sitting down and let Griffen sit on my lap "Well I'm your uncle Alessandro and this is my wife Camilla and my boys" "Leonardo 23 but you can call me Leo," "Vincent 22," "Lorenzo 20" "Blake 19" "Antonio 18" "Elijah 17 and you already know our youngest brother Griffen is 7," he said giving me a smile

my voice was low and confused. "We're engaged, Nastassia." I let out a short scoff, shaking my head, "uh, no, we're not, Octavious. You're my Godfather, not my fiancé," I looked around and it was just the two of us now, "this has to be a joke...this is some kind of prank. Where are the cameras, Octavious? Because this isn't funny anymore. It wasn't funny to begin with. Stop it." He tilted his head, and I saw the corner of his lips lift up as though he was amused, "I don't like comedy, Nastassia, you know that. It's no joke."

Her son sat cross-legged on the floor of the apartment surrounded by scattered anatomy diagrams he insisted on studying despite being only five years old. “Mom,” he said suddenly holding up a sketch. “Is this where the wolf spine locks during shifting?”Giovanni looked over the edge of her medical report.Her lips curved slightly. “Yes,” she said. “That’s exactly where.”Leo beamed with pride.He was the spitting image of Russell.Dark hair.Strong jawline already forming beneath childhood softness.Golden eyes that glowed when he laughed.

His voice rose in octaves, some people turned their heads towards us. “Keep your voices down you bloody fool! Should I hand you a microphone so that you can stand in front of a crowd and shout 'CHLOE IS NOT BEAUTIFUL ANYMORE” I glared at him and continued. “Jesus!For the record. I think you are not attractive anymore either. I get it that some other girls looked at you like you are the Leonardo DiCaprio of your school but to me you are nothing but an annoying, obnoxious, lazy human being that made my cat jump startled when you got near him. So, my point is, our feelings are mutual” By the time I finish my rant, Mark is smiling like he won an award. God! He really does look like a version of

Lilith put Leonard in there and hid him. Lilith looked at her handsome son. The boy's skin was as white as snow. The boy's irises were yellow like a cat's. When he smiles, his teeth look white with pointed fangs. His hair was short black with golden highlights. “Listen to me carefully, Leon. I don't have much time. You have to stay alive, understand?” Lilith asked as she gently stroked Leon's cheek. She felt sorry for Leon, who was only five years old.