Flint Lockwood Dad Novels & Stories

Meet Michael Lockwood My name is Michael Lockwood, I’m the middle child of Raphael Lockwood. You might’ve heard about him. The Shark. He is known worldwide. Some people know him because of his Mafia business and others know him for his legit business. He’s not the easiest to work with and most people that go in his way ended up dead somewhere. That’s not how I want to do business. My brother took over his Mafia business and I took over Lockwood enterprises.

she pointed the dagger back at him, taking the smirk right back off his face, "Are you not Cassius Lockwood?" "Yes," he said slowly, seeming confused at where she was going with this. "Cassius the tyrant? In league with the Redfern and Blackwell's?" Something seemed to click with him then and the smile returned to his face. "You're talking about Cassius Lockwood Senior, my father." "Your... Father?" she stuttered, all the confidence draining from her as she tried to process that. "Yes... my father," he confirmed, yet again mocking her. This didn't make sense.

Lydia’s brows knitted tightly, her hand clenching the phone, “What happened?” “Uncle said it’s from drinking too much, triggering his stomach problems. Plus, Dad’s back is badly injured and swollen. I don’t know who hit him.” Lydia’s heart sank, remembering the incident at the supermarket yesterday. She felt a surge of concern and a desperate need to talk to Lambert. Was he the one who protected her? “Sweetheart, are you coming back today?” Lydia finally asked, though she already knew the answer. “Mom, I need to stay and take care of Dad,” Wythe said firmly. “Mom, maybe you should come see him too. I think you misunderstood Dad. If there’s a misunderstanding, you should clear it up, right?”

There was a Bugatti parked by the road beside that car door a tall and handsome man leaned against the car and smiled at her with his arms crossed. Charlotte saw him and was delighted, she ran over and hugged him tightly From the Lamborgini parked opposite her, Derik's face went pale. 'Was that the oldest son of the Lockwood Family, Ethan Lockwood?' He thought. They seemed to have some connection together. Charlotte left Ethan's arms and looked at him happily, he had just brightened Charlotte's mood. "Brother, But you said it would take two months for you to return to the country." "Dad ordered me to be back early" He said with a smile

His eyes gleamed with cruel satisfaction. “And if anyone asks who left you this little gift,” he said, turning the handle, “tell them it was Adrian Lockwood—the man whose father’s blood is on your hands.” The door slammed behind him. The silence after was deafening. My lungs heaved, my vision swam. I tore at my tie, loosening it before it strangled me. My phone was already in my hand. I snapped the picture, sent it to my fixer—the man who confirmed everything for me, the one who dealt with truth and lies.

"He's about to come back. If he finds out what you've done, the Dawn family—and every one of you—will be finished." The Adrian Locke I named was my father's oldest friend and a towering figure in our field. He was blunt and incorruptible; academic dishonesty was his greatest contempt. He'd been working overseas for years, so many people at home didn't even know he and my father were close. This was my last card. Grayson and his friends paused for a beat, then burst into louder laughter.

“What was that for?” “Just trying to smell good.” I lied smoothly, trying so hard not to raise my head back at Herth. "Okay. I was saying I found a way for Jeremy to have fun with us. There is this sexy doctor who has a huge crush on my dad. I used him to get some healthy wolfsbane from her.” I stopped listening when she mentioned ' crush.’ “We are going to use it one time and that is it. Jeremy really wants to go swimming, and I can’t say no to him.”She turned to me, my eyes glazing over now.

His Dad said to her, “Yes ! Mr. Whitlock is a very good and kind person, everyone praises him in the industry.” Jenny said yes! They both finished their lunch and went to their room. His Dad also felt bad from inside that Ronin hurt her daughter whom he treated like a princess and never let her hurt from anything. Her Dad called to Mr. Whitlock! Mr. Whitlock picked up his cell phone which was ringing and picked up the call and said, “Hi, How are you?”

He said he was going to see his mother over the weekend and would deliver them to the thrift shop on his way. We’d just finished unloading the bags when my father called. “You have no knowledge of that money. You don’t know where it came from. Do you understand?” “Do I tell the FBI that Vlad gave me the lock?” I asked. “If they ask you directly. Don’t volunteer any information.” “How bad is this, Dad?” “Do you have any more secrets?” “Dad. This wasn’t a secret, it was ignorance.”

“Ella Meir, a nurse I work with. Crissy Lauder, a good friend of mine since high school, and Marium Flemming, Jason’s mom. That’s just about it. I don’t know anyone else and I don’t want to do it big.” “What about dad?” Mya asked, “Do you know what he’s doing?” “Nope,” Julia said, shaking her head, “but I do know Robert Woods is one of the groom's men. I don’t know the other guys.” “Hmm,” Amy said softly. “Speaking of your father, do you guys know what he is up to? I mean he just locked himself away in the attic. He’s been up there for hours.” They shook their heads. ~KAHLAN AND DAMON~