Anthony Lockwood Mga Nobela at Kwento

Anthony should feel reassured. Despite all that...why did his heart still ache? Anthony walked into another room and locked himself in. He held onto a bottle of strong alcohol. As though releasing his pent-up anger, he arched his head, showcasing how defined his jawline was, and gulped down one mouthful after another. ... When Waverly saw that Anthony had left, she looked around to see couples cozying up to their significant other. No longer in the mood to stick around, Waverly stood up and started looking for Anthony inside the resort.

She freezes. “I’m Mia Johnson.” Anthony has his mother’s blonde hair and green eyes. Tall and sturdy, he is in his early 30s like Chris but his puffy face has started to show signs of giving in to boozes and carnal indulgence. He squints his eyes, sizing up Mia blatantly. His lascivious eyes linger too long on her body as if he is undressing her in his mind. Mia thinks of what Susie has told her. She shudders.

I asked Anthony coldly, "Why, Anthony? I like you so much, you know? Why must you do this to me?" Anthony was silent for a moment. Then, he coaxed me in a gentle voice. "Roxy, I'm sorry. Can you please open the door? How's your condition right now? Let me check on you, okay?" I chuckled coldly on the inside, though I pretended to be angry at Anthony. "You liar! I don't believe you! You must've stolen my phone, right? Give me my phone!" Anthony paused again. "Roxy—" Mrs. Hawthorne cut him off instantly. "Ant, why are you still wasting your breath on her? Does she seriously think she's safe once she locks the door? Even if we wait, we can still wait for the moment she leaves the house!

“Uhmm… excuse me.” The man from earlier stepped into the circle. The charming one. He smiled like this was just another night out. Women still stared at him from behind, but he didn’t care. “I hate to interrupt,” he began, “but I believe I can help.” At that moment, everyone turned to look at him. “I’m Anthony,” he said casually, slipping one hand into his pocket. “Son of Alpha Ryker from the Crimson Dusk Pack.” A gasp went through the crowd.

Alexander I took another sip of whiskey, letting the burn distract me from Anthony's probing stare. "There's nothing to tell. You're imagining things." "Am I?" He tapped his fingers on the table. "The Alexander Knight I know would've jumped at those model photos I showed you. Instead, you acted like I was showing you tax returns." "Maybe I'm evolving." "You? Evolve?" Anthony snorted. "Next, you'll tell me you've taken up knitting."

“I do. His name is Anthony Williams, Lord of Wessex.” “Is my mate in danger?” Tobias sighs. “I won’t lie to you, Orrin. Anthony is a dangerous man, an ancient dragon shifter, and incredibly impatient. However, from what you’ve told me about Anja, it’s Anthony I’m worried about,” He chuckles. I suppose that settles my mind a little.

"Anthony, you're not planning to run away, are you? I don't have money!" Anthony was speechless. "Just focus on eating your food; I'll return in a moment." "Alright." Anthony left the private room and went to the restroom. He locked the restroom door from the inside and took out his phone, dialing a number. The phone rang for a long time before the other person answered. "Who is this?" A man's arrogant voice came from the phone. Anthony's lips curled up in a wicked smile, and he spoke slowly, "Mr. Rory Hammond, I think you and I can make a deal."

My contract husband. Anthony Thorn.

I'm gone. I'm sorry. I don't quite remember the circumstances that got me to you specifically. The day I layed my eyes on you in that pool area, I felt an emotion awaken in me. I felt the need to protect you. I always thought you needed me to protect you but, it was me who needed you more than you needed me. You completed me. You still complete me. You gave me a son. You brought out the best and the worst. Showed me a true purpose I would have loved to pursue: Having you and Mars and bein a family. So thank you for being by my side even when I was a danger to the both of you. Thank you for being able to take the intiative if leaving, giving him away to protect him. Thank you for loving me th

Leonard roared, angry at the fact that Mr Andrew was leading him by the nose all this while, keeping him in Singapore, making him miss his opportunity to spend quality time with his woman. Mr Andrew shuddered at Leonard’s outburst. He knew right then that his career was about to end. “I’m sorry sir.” He kept on apologizing, but the apology couldn't solve the damage he had caused Leonard. “Now that we know that Mr Andrew was threatened by Mr Lockwood to become his accomplice, we still don’t know why you are doing this, Mr Lockwood. Will you confess your motive amicably, or we should do it the other way round.” Eric curled his lips in a conniving smile, sending a chill down Richard Lockwood’s