Young Leonardo Dicaprio Novels & Stories

Including Arsenio and Bastian. Arsenio looked closely at the young man from head to toe. If you look again, the young man is about the same age as him. TRING! The notification screen appeared, as usual bringing up information. [NEW DATA] [Name: Leonardo] [Nickname: Leo or Black Cat] [Age: 30 years old.] [Skill: 200/1000] [Stamina: 93/100%] [Victory Points: 800 [Action Points: 500]

I turned around and saw the Leonardo DiCaprio. Just kidding, it's William's son, Leo. "Hi Leo, it's nice to see you" He took my hand in his and placed a small kiss on my knuckles, making me wonder if they actually did that anywhere besides movies. "It's been a while since I saw you, how have you been?"

Leo — Vivienne and Leon's son, eighteen months old at the relevant point and working on language with the focused enthusiasm of someone who had discovered a tool and was applying it to everything — had been developing names for the people in his life in the specific way of eighteen-month-olds, which was: experimentally, phonetically, with results that were occasionally accurate and frequently extraordinary.

“His name is Liam DeLuca. He’s one of the school’s directors…youngest in history, actually. He’s only 28, but he’s already insanely rich. Like, donated-a-billion-dollars-to-the-school rich.” “A billion?” I echoed, my eyebrows shooting up. “That’s… ridiculous.” “I know, right?” she said, her eyes wide with awe. “But that’s not even the craziest part.” I hesitated, not sure if I wanted to know more. But curiosity got the better of me. “What do you mean?” Hannah lowered her voice even further, practically mouthing the words. “They say he’s got another identity. He’s not just a director. He’s supposedly the godfather of La Lupa Nera. You know, Europe’s biggest mafia.”

His strength is gradually coming back. "Leonardo, what's happening?" I have to ask, bewildered. "Nothing," he replies, pushing to his feet rigidly. My brows furrows in confusion. "That was not... nothing. You were bleeding. Now the blood is all gone. How?" He gives a casual shrug. "I told you. All I needed was to relax for a while. I'm fine." For some reason, I don't believe him. A small, bespectacled guy runs in frantically. "Leo! Leo! You won the award for Best Actor in a leading role! You won!"

Everything felt choreographed, every laugh pre-approved. Then Leo froze. His gaze shifted toward the far edge of the pitch — where a tall, lean teenager stood awkwardly near the youth tent, clutching his water bottle like it might save his life. Maya followed his gaze. The boy looked… familiar. Same sharp jawline. Same thoughtful eyes. Only younger. Softer. “Who’s that?” she asked. Leo’s chest tightened. “Daniel,” he said quietly. “My brother.” Daniel Sterling — sixteen, academy player, and the one Leo never talked about publicly.

Turning to him, I flashed him a smile. “Thanks, buddy,” I said. Leo looked absolutely adorable, in a suit that matched his father’s. Leo was in that awkward phase between childhood and becoming a teenager. He was starting to show signs of puberty, with the odd pimple on his face. And there were a few times when we’d heard his voice crack. He still had a long way to go before puberty hit him full tilt though and I knew that Willow was trying to hold onto his childhood as long as she possibly could.

(Vivienne) "Ahh...now I feel worthless," Leo said with a cute pout while holding out a spoonful of ice cream. I laughed hard seeing how ridiculous he looked with such a face. For a 32 years old man. He was supposed to be better than this but the man was still the same. Playful like a child "I saw it...I mean is it real?"I asked again, I had a chance to watch one of the movie scenes he was shooting here. I didn't know the man was such a sweetie sexy seductor

And what is his want for Lyon? "Tsk, I forgot to introduce myself to you." Mario stood up. "I'm actually...Mario Armstrong, the youngest son of the Armstrong, brother of Lyon and Lucas's father." Mario's introduction. Selene's eyes widened in shock. It's impossible, now I'm facing Lyon's uncle, the person he avoids getting close to all of us. Selene tried to get angry, she tried to remove the rope from her hands but it seemed to be tied too tightly.

No more echoes of command or threat, just the soft hum of life beginning again. From my bed, I could see the mountains through the window. Morning light spilled across the sheets, warm and golden, carrying the sound of laughter from outside, Anastasia’s voice, chasing one of the gamma’s son through the courtyard. For the first time in what felt like years, it was laughter that didn’t sound like a defense. Liam stood near the cradle, shoulders relaxed, hair a mess from sleepless nights. He looked down at the small bundle in his arms like the world had just given him something he didn’t quite believe he deserved.