Anthony Lockwood X Reader Novels & Stories

he groaned. His hips rocked a slow and steady rhythm. My legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer with each thrust of his hips. His mouth lavished attention on my neck, fingers tweaking my nipples. My Mr. Lockwood had about as many sides to his personality as characters he’d portrayed, and each one of them loved me physically in a different way. I felt like I was seeing a teenage Weston, going at it on his parents’ couch, trying not to get caught. He was my age in that short time, the businessman long forgotten.

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.

Family: Raphael Lockwood (father) Olivia Black Lockwood (mother) Michael Lockwood (28) (older half brother) Gabriel Lockwood(30) older Half brother) Camila Lockwood (grandmother) Alice / Bruce Black (grandmother and grandfather) Anna Lockwood (auntie) Gregory and Joseph Black (uncles) Friends: Isabella Smith (24) (BFF since birth) Nathaniel Harrison (26) (best friend and boyfriend) Name: Ethan Wood Age: 30 Job: Personal security (Bodyguard) used to be Special forces in the military Physical description: short dark blonde hair, narrow hazel eyes, straight nose, chiselled shaved face, full lips. 6’4 ft tall, athletic body. Personality description: domineering, impatient, possessive, charming,

Before Eve could answer, Arec said, “Those journals in the library.” Eve nodded and said, “I found a stash hidden deep in the shelves and read through them. Apparently, it used to be quite common for Lycans and werewolves to intermingle.” “I wonder what happened,” Michael said, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “And I wonder if Mother knows,” Arec said, scowling.

He was so good at making any problem, no matter how bad, seem small but he also knew when to be serious and I really liked that about him. “Well, you wouldn't believe what I'm about to tell you but it's true” “Go ahead. Let it out” “Sophia Hale, my ex wife, is now Damien Locke's partner, and that bastard who's my sworn rival in this industry” I told him and his mouth fell open for a while as he froze in shock. “Here's your drink, Mr Anthony. It had been included in Mr Cross’ tab” the bartender showed up at that moment but Luka paid him no attention so he walked away and it was just us two again.

OCTAVIA Damp brown hair plastered over his face, a bloodstained sword, grey eyes with waves of death, a bunch of arrows, a bow, and a sigil. A sigil only worn by the high-ranked generals of high Packs like the Lockwood Pack. “The Alpha princess,” he suddenly laughed, breaking the thick silence in the room. My heart gave a wild skip and my hand around the knob turned clammy. My gaze lowered to the necklace on my neck where his eyes were fixed and I felt horror squeeze my belly.

That she was finally wanted. I hated that I could read it so clearly. Behind me, my mother's voice cut through the silence. "What? How is this *possible?*" I had no answer. How could I? An Alpha. Mated to a wolfless she-wolf. It was the kind of thing that didn't happen — the kind of thing that couldn't happen, by every rule our world had ever written. "A-Alpha Jackson." Her voice was barely above a whisper. She was trying to meet my eyes and failing, her fingers curling at her sides.