Young Leonardo Dicaprio Novels & Stories

There was no response from Leo. “Leo, I said secure the kid,” he repeated. “We can take care of this.” Alpha Lachlan is pertaining to the little kid who has finally shown himself. Like the kid they saved, he's only wearing a little piece of cloth around his waist. But he is totally dark. His frame is like a skeleton covered only in skin—almost no muscles.

A knock on the window brings me out of my half-conscious state and I warily roll down the windows only a bit. “Sa- Oh, shit, who are you?” I noticed it was one of his friends, not Carter, but I didn’t know his name. “I’m Loa,” I say, but it was probably muffled so I lower the glass a bit more. “I’m Loa,” I repeat and he nods, his eyes giving me a once over. “Jack.” He replies. Jack was the typical white boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. There was nothing much to describe except that his nose was a bit crooked which was probably because he played football. “Where’s Samuel?”

He's the flirty and cocky type of person who thinks everyone is into him, which annoys me a lot. I went back to yesterday on the way he acted and didn't even harm me like, I thought he would. Not that he'd ever harm me because he never harmed me before, in fact, I did all the harming to him, and it's like he let me do it. I know Leonardo is strong since he took over his family at the age of eighteen when his father step down. Leonardo is brave and ruthless, he kills and isn't even afraid of death. Death is scared of Leonardo!

"And what happened to the strawberry cake I warned you not to eat yesterday?" "Leonardo. Yes...you need my help....I am on my way." The sly little kid dash out of the room before I have a chance to stop him. Leonardo is Janny's little boy. Two years older than Elite. He got all of Janny's personality but his father's form. Elite often refers to him as his next in beauty. They are like brothers. Two goodlooking brothers. "There he goes again." Janny giggles. "I really don't know what to do with him, Janny." I sigh dropping on the bed.

Olive turned out the receipt and the cell phone, ready to start accounting. As soon as she lit up the screen, she saw the web page that has just not been exited. It was the interface that she has not had time to see after searching for "Leo". There was a picture of him. The teenager smiled and looked energetic and cheerful in a simple white T-shirt. The content of the introduction was also very little. Leo, male, actor. In January 2013, he starred in the movie "The Ghost". "…" Olive was stunned when she saw the title of the movie.

He slid a photograph across the table. Luca’s gaze dropped to it. A man. Mid-twenties. Sharp cheekbones, full mouth twisted in a defiant half-smirk. Storm-gray eyes that looked straight into the camera like a challenge. Dark hair falling artfully over his forehead. Beautiful in a way that felt dangerous. “My youngest,” Vitale said. “Alessio.” The room went dead silent. Then chaos. “You’re joking,” one of Giovanni’s capos spat. “A fag? You’re offering us a—”

“Here comes the prey.” The corners of my lips tilted up as I saw the black Rolls-Royce pull up to the red carpet. And then I saw him coming out of his car in a tailored suit that fit him like a glove, accentuating all the hard muscles and that slim waist. Him…the man who was called the Lion of the Empire…the man who was responsible for my misery…Leonardo D’Angelo. The head of the Costa Nostra, the Capo de Capi… the most ruthless man in New York.

After all, all their lives they had been told we were the enemy. As silence fell, I saw Marcel look sick. Snapping his spoon as he tossed it onto the table in anger, his eyes blazing gold. "That bitch." He growled. "Dad…" Our eyes snapped to a boy with blue eyes and dark brown hair. He was barely ten years old, but I could see the slight similarity to his dad. "Leo… why the fuck are you here?” Marcel said coldly. "I just… I have news..." He said quietly. "So, you have a kid…?" Alejandro said, with his head tilted.

Luna looked at the sixteen-year-old teenager who was now her partner in the shoot. She hadn't expected that behind his thick round glasses reminiscent of Harry Potter, there would be such a handsome face and a talent that, in Luna's opinion, showed promise for a beginner. It just took a bit of direction to ease his stiffness in front of the camera. The initial awkwardness seemed to fade as Leo found his rhythm and managed to keep up with Luna during the photoshoot for Lking's latest product.

Jameson says. “I feel like you’re exaggerating. There’s no way a 17 year old looks that scary. Show us a picture.” Cleo says, the disabelief evident in her features. “He’s 20 actually. He started school late and had to re-do a couple grades.” “Seems to be something you’re into,” Jameson says with a smirk. I give him a glare. “Wait, I still want a picture though. I’m curious.” Cleo whines at me.