Flint Lockwood Dad Novels & Stories

" I removed the green stick from my Starbucks coffee, rolling it around my mouth like a toothpick. "Wow. I had no idea, Flinn." "About my shitty childhood? Yeah, I wasn't shouting that garbage from the rooftops." "Mine wasn't a bed of roses either." She scraped at an old scab on her knee mindlessly. "My dad was a raging drunk who took out his temper on Mama and Pete."

“That’s not important right now.” Dad waves his hand at Ben. “Your brother’s slept with half of Eastwood and he’s never knocked anyone up.” “Not that we know of,” Logan mutters under his breath. “Alyson,” Dad says, exasperated, and I see it. The worry behind the anger. The questioning of my future, the disappointment. “You’re smart. And Jim,” he practically growls Jim’s name. “You’re a doctor. Don’t you know how the human body works?”

He just pulled a hand from his pocket and checked his watch, a pure display of bored power. "I didn't think you had the invitation to one, Michael. But I suppose you’ve always been good at sneaking into places you don't belong." My heart stopped. Father? The world tilted around me. The man I had loved, the man who had broken me, was the son of the man I had signed a contract to marry. Can life laugh harder in my face? Just then, Adrian’s eyes drifted past Michael and landed on me. His gaze darkened, shifting from ice to something possessive and predatory.

Now someone was dead because of just one minute. My phone rang, the ringtone sound diverting my attention. The name Lockwood, Thelma's father, flashed on the screen. "What does he want now?" I asked out loud before picking up the phone and pressing the answer button. "King Zion," he acknowledged, though his voice felt tight, carrying forced politeness. I knew him for who he was, a greedy man who, if I didn't check his powers, would have grabbed people's lands and stolen people's wives.

Evadney made sure to fan them off my tail when they hunted me. Everything wrong in my life boiled down to my abominable parents. My father, Arron Timberwood, was a burglar who stole six million dollars from Ted Callaghan, in jewelry and cash. The Callaghans owned several thriving jewellery stores and specialized in custom-made jewelry for high-tier people. When Ted Callaghan found out that it was my father who pilfered his assets, he came after my Dad for blood. He and his men came to my father’s home when I was ten and killed him. My mother, Cynthia, ran off with all that she could grab but forgot one thing. Me!

"Why were you in that place tonight? Why was my dad there?" "It's his business." "Bullshit! You fucked him!" People turn and look at us. "Jake, you can't just assume that. It is his business, and that's why he is here trying to talk to you." "Don't lie! I saw the videos, Ruby! I went by yours and pushed past Ivy. I knew you were lying, so I got your phone and figured out the password to the locked videos." Shit. "Jake." "No! You fucked my dad!" Everyone turns and stares. "You're the reason he cut me off. Those few days we went to visit, it was then. So what, he fucks you, and you get my money."

She knew it was a sore subject, but she was dying to know the people who brought up the mean she adored so much. “Well, funnily enough, mum was the strict one, contrary to her name. Belle Lockwood was a force to be reckoned with, her father raised her to be a fighter and one she was till the day she drew her last breath. Under all that fierceness though, was a kind and fair woman, everyone loved her. Dad was more the patient leader, level-headed and intelligent beyond measure, but also very protective of his own. Luther meant tribe and true to his name, Luther Lockwood was the heart of his pack.” Star listened in awe as he spoke about his parents, love, and pride dripping from his every word

he asked. “Mason Whitehill,” I said. “And I have a message. A warning. Someone might be planning to hurt my dad—” “You think this is going to delay his arrest?” the officer interrupted, unimpressed. “Let’s go.” “Wait—” I held up my phone. “This is from Florence Hart. She said Daniel Lockwood is unstable. That he’s at the house.” The officer gave me a tight, dismissive look. “We’ve already searched the grounds.”

He was sitting on a stool at the island, his foot tapping nervously on the ground, then stood when he saw me come in. He grabbed for my hand, and I turned to face my father, my arm wrapping around his. “Dad, this is my husband, Weston Lockwood. Weston, this is my dad, John Bradford,” I said as I introduced them, noticing and realizing for the first time just how close in age they were. Weston held out his hand for a shake, and my dad stared at him, wide-eyed. I knew then he recognized Weston. Dad cleared his throat and held out his hand.

"He had no other choice. I knew that he was already the head of the family back then, but in that family, he didn't have any power!" Dahlia sobbed even louder now. It was as if all the emotions suppressed within her had exploded at that moment. "When he left back then, Mr. Lockwood was right there with him. I know Mr. Lockwood. "Your dad sent Mr. Lockwood over to help you when you were in trouble, and that was already the best he could do. He does care about us. If not, how would he know that I was going to die?"