Flint Lockwood Dad Novels & Stories

“I wouldn’t put it past my dad to put me in harm’s way to flush out the guy that wants me dead. I would put money on it. He would count on you and Vincent to protect me… die for me so they can kill this man.” “Grace…. That would mean my dad would have to go along with this plan.” “My dad works with Jax. He might know how to keep his hands clean, but he doesn’t play fair.” “I just don’t know. He kept you under lock and key your entire life. He wouldn’t just toss you to the wolves like that.” Ethan wasn’t buying it. “It’s just a theory….” I started. “Let’s camp here tonight.” Vincent yawned. There was a little clearing we could all lie down comfortably.

"My dad was sitting by the kitchen doors, and you said he was fine where he was. My brother got pulled from the wedding party, and you said Theo looked better up there. My dad's name disappeared from the program, and you said he wasn't comfortable with that kind of thing." I went through it piece by piece, my voice level the whole time. He couldn't argue with a single one. Dad closed the lid on the repaired chest. The new clasp clicked softly into place. "Mr. Chambers," Dad said. "My daughter isn't looking for compensation. She just wants her family to be treated like they matter." Elliott's fingers tightened at his sides. Just then, his phone rang. He answered, and I watched the color drain

I conjured a flame to illuminate his face for a clearer view. ****** Ryker – POV When Flora revealed she was the daughter of Ethan from the Grey Wolf Pack, memories resurfaced. I recalled my dad mentioning how he'd lost his best friend, Alpha Vidor. Alpha Vidor had made an arrangement with the Whitewood Pack, placing his daughter in their care. My father was devastated that Alpha Vidor had entrusted his daughter to an enemy faction that bore him so much animosity.

I roll my eyes at his remark, "Complete what you were saying before." "I was saying how hard it might be to be rich. I don't know. Those rich-ass bustards have a lot going on that we can never relate to! So there are two in line to be the heir. Mr Lockhart used to hate his first wife, River's mother. He doesn't like River that much for the same reason. I heard that the father and son are so distant now. He might give his business to his younger son, Chase." he points out. "Oh... is that so?" I look at the time and open the car door, "I have to go and collect Officer Henry. Another traffic system is under maintenance. See you around."

My eyes flashed. "Don't I know that! But do you know who's her poor excuse of a mate? Jasper Holloway!" I grunted. His eyes rounded. "That's right, him of all people. I also have the suspicion that he had something to do with her father and brother's disappearance as well as my ambush. She is the daughter of Alpha Maxwell Lockwood."

Upon seeing the crowd's reaction, Dad doubled down and yelled, "Do you guys see this ungrateful brat over here? He won't even take care of his own parents! He has no conscience!" It was then that a nearby security guard saw what was happening and approached me. "Do you require any assistance, Mr. Hunt?" Upon hearing that, Dad looked at the nametag on my clothes and was flabbergasted. "When did you become the general manager of this hotel?" Dad, as if suddenly realizing something, grabbed me and yelled, "You heartless brat! You'd better return that 7,500 dollars to your brother this instant! You're all in on this scam, aren't you? Look at this, everyone! This corrupt business and my ungratefu

Lyra "Five days after several establishments of Adrian Mancini, the CEO of the Mancini Group, exploded, police authorities have concluded on the case and confirmed the source to be a series of classified military bombs, which are obviously not open to the public. This brings about the question of..." Dad turned off the TV when he walked into my hospital room again, carrying some drugs, and he came to my side. "You shouldn't be watching that." "Why?" "Because... you need to rest, and that is not going to help."

"Oh, I'm fine. Maybe it's getting cold recently and I caught a cold!" "Dad, are you in the company now?" "Well, I read in the newspaper that you are pregnant, right?" She was slightly stunned. She didn't expect that her father would worry about her again! Ronald saw that the other side of the phone did not speak for a while. He sighed and said, "Lockwood family, I didn't make it difficult for you!" "The Lockwood family is very kind to me. Dad, you don't have to worry about me!" Cough cough...

Now I don't want to return to whoever I'd been before. While I work, Flint and Jay track any lead they can find on Eric or my father. Flint is dogged, possessed, determined to find the truth before the clock ticks to zero. On the phone, on the internet, conferencing with people, calling in favors, and still nothing has turned up that satisfies him. He's even offered to fly to Chicago to shoot Eric and bury his body in my father's backyard. He was mostly kidding. I laughed and told him I'd be too sad if he was arrested by the FBI to be happy about Eric's demise.

Then, on our tenth wedding anniversary, he locked up me and the twins in the basement and set fire to the house. "Mommy!" The twins' cries amidst the inferno broke my heart. Hence, at the present, I fought back my swelling hatred and lowered my collar, turning in the direction of the study. If I remembered correctly, John Sullivan—Dylan's father—had been drugged as well. The Sullivans always had problems producing heirs, and as the only son, Dylan's place was secure even though he was conceived through IVF. But what if he wasn't John's only child?