Novel & Cerita Anthony Lockwood

“He’s not trying to come up. Not calling your name or making a scene. He’s just standing there. Watching the building.” I moved to the window before I could stop myself. There he was. Alexander Lockwood, billionaire, standing on the sidewalk across from Maya’s building like a ghost. He wore a dark coat, no umbrella, rain soaking through his hair and streaming down his face. His hands were shoved in his pockets. His eyes were fixed on the windows of Maya’s loft. Even from this distance, I could see he looked wrecked. Unshaven. Hollow-eyed. Nothing like the polished, controlled man I’d known.

Satisfied, Anthony let her go and whispered in a hoarse voice, "I will know if you are lying once I look into it." Anne gasped for air nervously. Anthony turned around and noticed that Lucas was still standing in the distance, unaffected by what they were doing. "Mr. Newman, focus on your job and stay away from those who you are not supposed to be involved with," Anthony warned before leaving with Anne. Lucas did not respond and simply watched as they disappeared into the distance. Naturally, he knew who that man was. He was the main reason why everything was changing in Luton. It was known that Anthony Marwood was a powerful man, but it came as a surprise to Lucas that he was twisted to suc

, How he hadn't known sooner sent shock ripples across his spine. "You're a member of the Lockwood family?" He stated surprisingly as he held her gaze. "Yeah.....I'm a Lockwood. How come you didn't know?" She toured her fingers down his chest. A Lockwood?. Arthur's mind danced in confusion, the Lockwood's are cursed people with Werewolf blood in their veins. His mind travelled to the 1800s. Where The Lockwood like every other Werewolf would have their first transformation when they turned 18. Until a member, Maxwell Lockwood, ran violent, using his powers for evil. Killing Witches of different covens sporadically, even becoming a thing of fear to Vampires. A curse was placed on his generati

Ben reached out and took my hand, and we walked in sombre silence to the Palace cells. when I first saw Anthony, he was a far cry from the handsome swoon worthy guy from my class. His hair was unkempt, his eyes hallow and sunken. He had lost a little weight, and his visible skin was littered with marks and wounds of various stages of healing. My father and his men had secured him to a desk. No doubt the shackles on his wrists and ankles were silver. I could smell the toxic wolfsbane on the air and realised he was more than likely disconnected from his wolf. He looked up as I entered with Ben, who stayed slightly behind me. Danny stood behind Anthony, no doubt, ready to protect me, Adam was s

everyone this is our new investor Mr Alexander Pierce" Mr Lockwood announced happily. wow he is so fake, how did hell did I even fuck him? Good Morning everyone, I'm sorry for being late, I had a celebration last night for my birthday and you know how those things go, which made me get very little sleep. That caused me to run a little late, he said, making a few people laugh due to understanding. My heart jumps. That voice. I heard it before. He reminded me of someone. Did he just say his birthday was last night? as I danced on him last night wait....... Was this the man who fingered me last night in the club? Oh fuck, holy fuck! Next thing he recognized me! I would lose my job. What to do?.

Aurora’s POV “Congratulations, team!” Just after the company event, all of us went to a restaurant to celebrate the success of the project. “Mr. Lockwood really is generous, isn’t he? He really treated us here, although he didn’t come here with us.” “Well, for sure he’s not interested to celebrate with us since he is such a workaholic man.” “Oh, have you seen Liam Hamilton? He is so handsome!” “You’re right! Although Mr. Timothy Lockwood is far more handsome than him.”

A high-pitched shriek echoed through the phone as Lyra exclaimed, "What?!" I removed the phone from my ear to drown out her shrieking voice from deafening me. "Imagine, stumbling upon this gorgeous estate that's straight out of a storybook, got assigned this absolutely beautiful room - it's like a dream. But wait, here comes the real kicker - the person I'm taking care of is none other than Mr. Lockwood, a freaking handsome billionaire!" Upon doing some further research Adrian Lockwood was a self-made Billionaire Bachelor worth a hundred billion dollar who had managed to create a whole hotel chain by himself. It was astonishing that I had managed to gotten this job! Turns out the Lockwood em

* Theron Lockhart. My chest clenched as I spotted him across the deck, one elbow propped against the railing, eyes scanning the crowd. Even now, in that black tux and slicked-back hair, he looked every inch the arrogant heartbreaker. And then... he saw me. Our eyes locked. A slow, smug smile curled across his lips, and he started walking toward me with calculated ease. Panic surged. I whipped around, searching for Romilly. Gone. So was Boaz.

“We brought it to warn you.” “About what?” Blake asks. She meets my gaze. “Names are doors.” The memory of a child whispering the Reverent’s name flashes through me, pain lancing behind my eyes. The Crown tightens, reacting to the echo, and I have to steady myself against Ethan’s arm. “The lock is cracking,” she continues. “Not because it’s weak—but because it’s doing what it was designed to do. Silence sharpens curiosity. Suppression invites focus.” “So what do we do?” Blake demands.

He said only for important matters. Not dwelling much she slipped into her pajamas and went to lock the door. Getting to the living room, she heard the soft click of something in the kitchen. She peeked in and it was him checking the backdoor lock, his posture rigid. “I thought you left,” she whispered, walking up to him. Antonio shook his head, but he didn’t look at her until he finished turning the bolt — satisfied only when the metal aligned perfectly. “I was checking for security,” he said quietly and walked past her toward the main door. “Lock after me.”