Young Leonardo Dicaprio Novels & Stories

“Figures. She’s just like you.” I blinked, startled by the comment. “What’s that supposed to mean?” His lips twitched, not quite a smirk, but something close. “Stubborn.” A soft laugh escaped me before I could stop it. “She’s barely a week old.” Damon shrugged, his gaze settling on Isla, watching as her tiny fingers curled and uncurled. “Still. She seems to be the kind that would give me a fuss in the future. If this is how she is at one week old.”

He later escaped but ran into the wrong hands again and they tried to take advantage of his helplessness but the hero league saved him and they have been his only home ever since. 'You address me as CIN Aiden, not Silverstin,' he informed her. Suzanne looked into his silver like eyes. No wonder he had the name Silverstin. He had white hair and he always wore a mask and a hooded cape. 'Hmm...that's a mouthful, why don't we just call you Adien?' Suzanne suggested. Everyone around held their breath. Justin face palmed himself. What the heck is Suzanne doing?! 'How dare you suggest that? Don't you know who he is?' Ryan quietly asked her, a bit annoyed.

Not a word came out of my mouth. He knew. He got to know everything. I gulped. My fists clenched on my dress at the sides. "Leonardo McCommer. One of the dangerous mafia leaders of America. The man who has been running so many illegal activities throughout the continent for decades, the man police have been looking for years," he said, still not moving from his seat. "And nowadays his elder son is helping him run the gang, preparing to be the next mob boss of the organization. And do you know what his name is, love?"

Anya said, and meant it. Leo appeared next, already half-lost in whatever problem his mind was wrestling with. He was fourteen now, tall and still growing, all long limbs and angular features that hadn’t quite settled into their final form. He grabbed toast and orange juice without really looking at either, his attention clearly elsewhere.

UNKNOWN POV Leonardo had been a liar. He'd been pole-dancing in the ocean of delusion for as long as the mind could think up. But fortunately, his senses had returned. This morning would forever hold a special place in his heart. He'd been doused with realization, such that he now looked at his past self (which was from yesterday downwards) and cringed. What was I talking about? The fallacy that he was a villain to the core. One that would unleash mayhem without an atom of regret, when in reality he was nothing more than an eighteen-year-old chicken.

I said. "Titanic as in the boat?" He questioned. "Have you not heard of the movie with Leonardo DiCaprio?" He rolled his eyes. "Does he fight pirates or find out that his father is the galaxy's most evil man." I chortled. "I didn't think you were such a nerd." He cleared his throat. "I am not a nerd," he defended, "Again I just happen to have watched those movies because of Mateo." "Right because of Mat," I said sarcastically.

His heart slammed against his ribs so hard he felt dizzy. Before Damien could find his voice, the boy smiled shyly. “My name is Leo. I’m five. Mama says I’m very smart.” Damien’s throat closed. He crouched down slowly so he was eye-level with the child. “Leo…” he repeated, voice hoarse. “That’s a good name.” Outside the restroom, Elena waited, checking her phone. When Leo didn’t come out immediately, she grew concerned and stepped closer to the door. Just as she was about to call his name, Leo emerged, beaming.

Immediately Leo’s face lit up. “Look what I got!” Pierce stopped dramatically. His eyes widened. Then he pointed. “Who are you?” Leo laughed. “I’m Iron Man!” Pierce gasped. “No way.” Leo nodded seriously. “Yes way.” Pierce walked closer and squinted at him. “Because this definitely doesn’t look like my Leo.” Leo burst out laughing. “I’m not Leo.” He pointed at himself proudly. “I’m Iron Man.” Ford folded his arms. “Oh.” His face became thoughtful. “So you’re a superhero?”

My cheeks go hot just thinking about it. Luca Fontaine is the second of Charles and Giovanna's children together, and he's arguably the most famous. He's the only one to go full movie star (so far at least), and he's managed to snag roles in a few huge blockbusters, including the upcoming Cataclysm: Earth. He's got dirty-blond hair - the same shade as his mother's when she was his age - and the sort of bad-boy, devastatingly gorgeous looks that make girls want to throw their panties at him. I've seen pictures of his smile that made me want to weep. Seriously. The idea of flirting with him, of touching him? Makes me so nervous I think I might be sick.

The lights overhead flickered. Dorian stiffened. He bowed his head slightly in instinctive submission to the Lycan bloodline. "My wolf answers to me," I stated coldly. "Not him. Not anymore." "Daddy!" The tension in the room shattered instantly. A small ball of energy sprinted through the side door that connected my office to the private penthouse suite. Leo crashed into Dorian's legs. My son had messy black hair and a smile that could light up a dark forest. He was four years old and already showing signs of advanced strength.