Hakeem Lyon Real Name Novels & Stories

Eden was quite happy that they had begun to get along so well. “What is your name?” She managed to question as she looked at him, admiring him. A smile formed on his face as he turned to look at her and hold her hand. She bowed as she was quite shy. “Kylian” He introduced and smiled as well. She nodded as she looked away shyly. “It's great to see you again” He added. Lucian had begun to look for alternatives. He had gone to visit the elders yet there seemed to be no alternatives whatsoever.

~ODETTE Holy fucking goddess! My heart exploded as the new idiot jumped into my perfect plan. Ruining everything! “Shit!” Lyora cussed under her breath. “Not this guy again.” My senses instantly stood alert at her words. It was clear that the new fool wasn’t random. I scanned him carefully using Nyra’s memory paths. At first I found nothing, until I saw it. He was an old acquaintance of Lyon— the real Lyon. And his pathetic name was Kai.

“Just giving you a friendly warning. Blackhand isn’t known for being nice.” “I just met you,” I shot back. “You don’t get a say in who I see.” “I’m not asking for one,” he said easily. “I’m giving you a warning.” His eyes held mine a second longer than they should have. “If you ever get sick of dating that night crawler, come try a real man.” Then he pushed off the bar and headed out back. I exhaled slowly. Something about Lyon unsettled me. Lyon carried weight as the Prez of the Road Wolves. His name was known in all kinds of circles.

she promises, placing her drink down and giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. “It’s not that I don’t want to,” I admit. “It’s just… if I tell you, you need to swear you won’t repeat it.” I hold out my pinky, dead serious. She giggles but links her finger with mine. “Okay, I swear.” I take a deep breath and lower my voice to a whisper. “Asher’s real name is King Leonard Moreno.” I watch as the realization hits her. Everyone has heard of the Moreno line — whispered legends passed down like bedtime stories. The myth of the Lycans. There’s no way she could have missed it. Gaia bites her lip, eyes widening until they’re almost comically large.

And the child would be Liam Blackthorne’s heir. A child that I knew was going to claim everything as his right. I heard it again and again, like a drumbeat in my ears. Heir. Heir. Heir. As if Anastasia didn’t exist. As if she hadn’t already bled his blood and carried his fire.

Allie’s heart sank as realization hit her like a punch to the gut. Liam wasn’t just some mysterious figure from campus. He was the Adam Hart—heir to the powerful Hart family and part of one of the city’s most influential dynasties. The alias “Adam Sinclair” was just a cover. His real name was Adam Hart, and he’d been hiding his identity. But why?

Aiden's father asked his mother. "Yes, if you do." They may love each other or care for each other, but she was still a breeder and so still referred to her owner for everything. "Okay, what would you like to know Luna Kate?" "Your names would be a nice start." I joked. "I am so sorry." Alpha Reed said. "Bad Manners. This is Delta Squad Leader, Harry Tim, his breeder, Malia and their son, Aiden." "Thank you for talking to me. When did you buy Malia.

The place was like Fort Knox and yet this guy got through. "How I got here is of no consequence and yes Lyon I know for a man like you that's hard to swallow, but it's just gonna have to do for now. Now, Khalil, the Porters, the fuck up." He looked at me when he said that and I wondered how the fuck he'd overheard our first conference call. "Are you a spook?" Lyon confronted him but we all wanted to know. "Since we don't know each other I'd try not to see that as an insult. What I am is not important for now, but you can Google me, I'm a restaurateur."

Then he looked up at me, voice hoarse. “What’s his name?” I swallowed. “Lyon.” Kael blinked. His mouth parted like he hadn’t heard me correctly. “Wait… what?” I nodded slowly. “His name is Lyon.” He stared at me for a moment longer, stunned. Then I laughed—tired but real. “Crazy, right?” Kael sat back on his heels, still trying to process it. “You named him after him?”

“How you found him.” “Public records.” She sipped her whiskey. “Just like old times.” “Raven. Do not play with me right now.” She relented. “Hector Lyonell is a banker. Or at least that’s what his business card says. He used to be a cop, when he was younger. An eager young thing. Trying to make all the right connections. He fell in with a wealthy and beautiful woman who paid his rent. Via a property management company. Or at least, he thought he fell in with her. She wanted a cop in her pocket, and she got one.”