Greg Locke Books Novels & Stories

Gabe spoke, trying to defuse the situation before Gailen could start trouble. “I might have a thought?” Said a meek small voice from behind me. I reached my hand out to Kellie and pulled her onto my lap. “What is your idea, sweetheart?” I ask. “Well, many years ago in Scotland, a couple of men created and placed a fake sea monster in the waters of Loch ness and took a photo. That photo became famous and many to this day believe there is such a monster called the Loch ness monster or Nessie for short.” I look at Kellie, “What does this have to do with our situation?”

CHAPTER 33 ALPHA LINCOLN'S POV I and Sean walked into my office to sit down and get a good look at the book my father had given to us. Since Sean was here, I decided to read it out for both of us to hear at the same time, to save time. "THE SOULBOUND LOCKET", was the title of the book and when we opened it, there was a drawing of the Locket. It was ancient from the looks of things as expected and an ornate piece that was crafted with ethereal silver. To add it up the Locket was adorned with enchanting gemstones.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

A cross between a golden retriever and a long-haired polar bear with ball joints and the ability to straighten up on its hind legs and strike with its paws when attacked. Fortunately, these proles only lived in small family groups, because they were really serious opponents. Oh, what was I saying? All proles were serious opponents, no matter how small or large they were. For the first time in human history we had an enemy that we could not easily deal with, and we owed that to two parties.

Lora said. “Have you spoken to Ivy about it?” Cela asked. “She’s not around lately but I got her approval to talk to you straight about it,” Lora said. “So another book?” Cela asked. Lora could felt Cela’s exhaustion. “How’s it with Nate?” she asked suddenly. “I thought we were talking about your friend,” Cela said. “Ah yeah. If you have time, we can meet him. It’s about book writing but it’s nothing urgent,” Lora said.