Flint Lockwood Dad Novels & Stories

I again turned him down which hit on his ego. "They're Linwoods. Xavier will do same with you one day." He said in a raised voice. "Dad, I can't recognize you anymore. What is with this new motive?" I shook my head. "My sister died because that fucker was busy banging his secratory behind her back and this new girl Melissa. She is the proof of his infidelity. We don't know how many bastards he has. I want you to secure yours and Adam's place in the Linwood family. Their assets belong to us." Dad again made futile attempts to convince me in his rubbish ideas.

She also said Eugene had seen Ian as his biological father since he was a child, and she couldn't let anyone destroy everything they had built. Ian, however, had already tuned her out. He immediately hung up on her. The room fell into a dead silence. After a long while, he looked at me and said hoarsely, "I'll deal with her." I looked up at him calmly. "It doesn't matter who you deal with. It won't bring Mom back." Ian looked as if those words had nailed him to the spot. For what felt like an eternity, he didn't make another sound. … In no time, things spiraled out of control. Ian began to look into the money he thought he had given Mom and me over the years. The results showed that not a si

Why were they more afraid of the secretary than their adoptive father? However, Richard was already leaving before Emily could question it. She simply had to find out the reason later when she met Kendra’s idol. Favian Beowulf was the secret second boss of Taleman Incorporation, and maybe he was the real other parent raising the boys. He gave off a very strict disposition and cold, calculated look at the interview, and Emily grew nervous thinking about it. Anxiety grew like a mushroom throughout the house, spreading until it reached every corner, creating a gloomier atmosphere than when the morning first started. The beta was back, and nobody was looking forward to it.

“I've been trying to ask you this, are you still in touch with Mr. Whitlock? I have an unresolved business and I'll need his help.” Even with just a little detail, Gwendolyn knew what her father was insinuating. A frown clouded her mouth as she stared at him. “We fought so Austin and I are not on good terms. Since his father was once your good friend, you don't need me to talk to Austin because I won't, Dad. I just hope there will be a day you'll realize that you don't need anyone's assistance to get what you want, let them acknowledge you for your hard work not by connection. Goodnight, Dad.” She stepped closer and pecked him on the cheek before moving to her car. She unlocked it and hopped

"Now she threatens to expose pack secrets? She always was Caroline's daughter—manipulative to the core! I have no child like her! She can rot in whatever hole she's hiding in!" I floated through the wall into my father's room, just in time to see him crumple the letter in his fist. His face was contorted with rage, veins standing out on his forehead. The wolf in him was close to the surface, his eyes gleaming unnaturally in the dim light. Returning to Amber's room, I tried to see what she had written that provoked such fury. The draft copy of the letter lay open on her desk as she read my father's reaction with obvious satisfaction:

After Mom's death, it'd just been me and Dad, yet I had still let him down. "I'm not going anywhere this time, Dad. I'll stay with you from now on." Dad didn't go to work that day. Instead, he'd stayed home with me. In the evening, I suddenly received a call from Quinn. "Wynn, Mr. Lockwood drank too much and insisted on staying at my place. I tried to stop him, but he wouldn't listen. I had no choice but to let him stay." Then, she suddenly let out a surprised yelp, followed by a coy giggle. "Mr. Lockwood, what are you doing?"

“Is that where your betrothed awaits?” “No, Viscount Lockwood is in Devon somewhere. He was a friend of my father’s. I’ve never met the man.” Marcus arched a brow as he sipped his wine. Lockwood. He’d never heard of the lord. Poor woman, having a heartless excuse for a father made Marcus relieved he wasn’t part of England’s aristocrats anymore. Not that he ever was, since his old man had ignored him as a child then tried to kill him as a young adult.

Maybe these three months hold the secret of her becoming the way she is now because my love was not that weak to break just because of a divorce. "Anything else? How about that Ryle guy?" I asked him while trying to compose myself. "Mr. Lockwood's family history is mysterious, Sir. He was registered without a father's name." My brows furrowed in annoyance. "I don't give a damn with his father. I'm asking about his bad records." I hissed. I heard him clear his throat, "Oh, he used to be a gang leader in New Yor--" "A what!?"

I remember the nights filled with blood, money, and laughter—until love made him weak. Until he left me to fight alone. The corridors smell of leather and power, yet something feels off—too clean, too lawful. “Your father must be doing well,” I remark. Chad smiles proudly. “He’s a businessman now. He turned the company around after Mom passed away.” Ah. After Mom passed away. The way his tone dips makes me realize that wound never healed. “I see,” I reply softly. “He always had a way with reinvention.” We stop outside a large office door. The gold-plated name reads Kael Woods, CEO.

“I killed him because I knew it would spiral things between us. Yet, you did nothing, Banks. Maybe you were intimidated by playing against tougher competition. Getting rid of Tom wasn’t something you were used to doing. Was it?” “It’s over for you, Vin. This is for Derrick, and driving me away from my family with your threats.” *BAM! BAM!* When he was down, dead with two bullets in his head, I slipped my cell phone from my pocket and called Flint. “Your father is dead. You and I are even.”