Anthony Lockwood Novels & Stories

Another photo of him holding one of his children in his arms, his woman at his side… Nathan Lockwood and wife spotted at charity gala… and with them attended their little twins… Arina and Jacob, seen for the first time since birth at two years old. My stomach turned. There he was. In a tailored suit. Smiling for the cameras like he didn’t have blood on his hands or a past that meant anything. Like I didn’t exist. A mate that he chose to simply ignore and rather than reject, he couldn’t care less. Like she didn’t exist.

“No need to worry. I’m only wearing these outrageous clothes so I can fit into my brother’s world.” “Ah—” Mr. Harvey nodded. “That certainly explains things.” “However, you must address me as Lockwood. And, if anyone asks—” he lowered his voice, “—I’m not Mr. Thorne, owner of Thorne Shipping. I’m Lord Lockwood, owner of Thorne Shipping.” “I’ve heard a few things about Lord Lockwood. He’s very wealthy.” “You’ve heard right, my good man.” Marcus grinned wide. “In fact, I shall give you a raise just to prove how wealthy he—I mean I am.”

“Sorry, I should have told you. Everything has just been so busy, I didn’t even think about it.” “It’s okay. I know all your current projects,” I reassured him. He placed a kiss to my knuckles. “Lockwood Entertainment has a few movies that are nominated for different things, the biggest being Westwood Lane.” I stared at him in wide-eyed shock. “You did Westwood Lane?” He chuckled. “Yeah. Adam’s an old friend of mine, and I jumped at the chance to work with him again.” He said Adam like it was nothing, but inside I was screaming that my husband was good friends with Adam Devonshire!

"Mr. Locke's first love is back in town, and he's already drinking alone at a bar on day one. Sounds like a reunion plot, doesn't it?" "Wait, that's really Anthony in the photo? Is this from today? Hope it's not some recycled shot." "What's going on lately? I haven't seen Mr. Ford and Mr. Thompson out at all. Poor Mr. Locke's all alone out here!" "Y'all don't get it. Maybe he's doing it for his ex to see." While the group chat buzzed with conversation, Wendy likely hadn't seen it yet. Yvonne sighed softly, choosing to accept the explanation. After all, it felt reasonable enough.

The guard followed behind the boss in the darkness of the dungeon at the outskirts of the city. .................................................. For he was a man not to be messed with, He was Ashton Lockwood The man who dared to love his "not so beautiful wife" ...................................................

I managed to keep him busy enough to not notice but he stopped before pulling my bottoms off. “I want this, but I don’t want to rush it now that you are compliant.” His voice sounded disappointed. He left the room but before he walked out as a show of faith, he unbuckled my ankle. I rubbed at it gently and relief filled my face. I watched as he walked out. I grabbed the phone and typed in Nick’s number. I was so grateful he had not changed his passcode since we were together. “Dominic Thorn speaking.” His voice was tense and filled with stress.

Alpha Ian Fullerton of The Rebel Rogues, looked up from his desk when he heard a knock on the door of his office. He ordered the one knocking on the door to come in and he saw that it was his beta, Anthony Madison. Anthony is a tall, muscular-built guy with dark hair and dark eyes. He has a scar on his face, running from the bottom of his right eye down to his chin. He looks formidable alone with that look and he had used it to his advantage.

My son-in-law, Thomas Clifford, frowned at me and said, "Fiona, this coat has always been stored in the closet in the second bedroom. You're the only one who has worn it in the past few days. No one else has touched it, so the money that was inside…" He didn't finish his sentence, but the accusation in his words was crystal clear. I looked at my daughter, Hannah Westfield, and waited for her input. I didn't expect her to stretch out her hand toward me.