Flint Lockwood Dad Novels & Stories

“Mom, I’m a big girl now. Don’t worry about me. Just think of this as like sending me to work. Just trust me on this one.” Dad is approaching us and I’m assuming he’s done talking to Flora’s dad. He then look at me in the eye. “I talk to his dad. DO you want to talk to her in private or with his dad too?” “Flora alone.” I said. “She doesn’t manage their business, her father does. Why don’t you let us come and we’ll talk to her father while you talk to her. This is business we’re going to after all.” I don’t know if dad’s just saying that because he wants to come or because he see potential in their business and he’s willing to invest but either way it’s his choice and I don’t judge dad when

"But how is this possible dad? Last time we saw you, you were in bad shape. The doctor even said you might not make it." "Son, the bullet didn't really penetrate." Dad pointed at Edmund Smith who was still pinned to the floor. "I was wearing a bulletproof vest the day this fool shot me." "Bring that fool here," I snapped at the men closest to Edmund. "It's time to give him the shocker of his life." Dad's voice got louder. "Come out queenpin!" I froze. What was dad talking about? Did he and Claire plan this together? I knew Claire would show up soon because of her message but my dad's involvement in all this made no sense to me.

Hot tears slipped free. Mom smoothed my hair. "It's okay, baby. You can cry—holding it in only makes it worse." "I don't want to," I lied, and a sob escaped anyway. Dad held me tighter and let me cry without questions, his silence a kind of shelter. Still, a thought flickered through me — if Ryatt ever crossed him, even in a nightmare, he'd be dead meat. *** It was weird that I still liked watching Cinderella. Even weirder that Dad still enjoyed it with me.

Help your dad to the table. Now I have to find a way to deliver the news prematurely to dad. “Is it true? Did you get engaged sweet pee?’’ Dad asks with his brow raised like he didn’t just hear the whole conversation. “Liam Lockhart.’’ He says stretching out his hand which my dad takes and I almost pass out because my dad definitely watches the news and his articles are not the best kind. They’re definitely not about him donating gifts or playing with children. “Aren't you the guy who is always on the news for being in trouble?’’ Lewis asks and Aunty smacks him on the head and pushes him to the table. My heart thanks her because that got very weird in a short time.

He’d seen his father more in the past week than he had his entire life. “I just thought you might be meeting that little girl, the one from the photo... And I was wondering if it’s okay for me to come with you. Maybe she has a sister. I would be quite interested… You know… Father and son going out to party.” What the hell was the old man talking about? Was Steven Lockwood drunk? The urge to wipe the smarmy smile off his father’s face was overwhelming. Somehow, Heath found the strength to resist. “I’m not going to see anyone and I don’t have a girl. And if I did, I wouldn’t let you in the same zip code with her sister. You aren’t getting any money, Steven, so you might as well move on to some

Jackson Thornton is very hot, I won't lie. I shrugged my shoulders, trying to recall if dad ever mentioned a Mrs Blackwood or not. "I don't know… I think he is divorced… I remember dad saying something along those lines… I also remember him saying that he is married to his job and does not trust women." I wonder why I have never been interested in seeing even a picture of Mr Blackwood when I know so much about him.

Sebastian placed the tab and circled his small chubby arms around the elderly lady, “I am doing something for Mama’s happiness. Can’t you see? She is busy in running a bakery. But she is not happy.” “Oh, young boy,” Mimi clutched him to her bosom, “How thoughtful of you. Do you need my help?” The kid shook his head. When Mimi left there was a naughty grin on his face, “I will guide you to my mom, Mr. Lockwood. But not so easily.” He said and clicked the link, “Enjoy the ride, dear Daddy.” *** Aiden Lockwood and Dr. Leonardo were getting off from the private jet owned by Lockwood companies.

“That’s not important right now.” Dad waves his hand at Owen. “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. “Quinn,” Dad says, exasperated, and I see it. The worry behind the anger. The questioning of my future, the disappointment. “You’re smart. And Archer,” he practically growls Archer’s name. “You’re a doctor. Don’t you know how the human body works?”

My father always got what he wanted, and if that meant shoving me aside so I wouldn’t ruin his little social gathering, so be it. As I made my way down the hallway, the sound of the elevator dinged again. This time, the voices that greeted my father were familiar—too familiar. I froze, my heart skipping a beat as I recognized the deep, authoritative tones of the men talking. It was some of the board members of Lockwood Co. My breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. What were they doing here? Why were they meeting with my father, of all people?

‘I was terrified that if you knew, someday – when you were old enough – you’d look at what the Lockwoods could give you and look at what we could give you, and you’d –’ He couldn’t finish it. ‘You’d think I’d leave,’ I said. Dad looked at me. His eyes were very bright. ‘You think that little of me,’ I said. ‘That I’d choose money over you.’ ‘No,’ he said. ‘I never thought that little of you. I thought that little of myself.’ The room was very quiet for a moment. I pressed my fingers to my eyes. My temple was throbbing again. My arm hurt. Aaron Lockwood said, ‘Hyacinth.’