Joe Locke X Novels & Stories

"Maddox failed to prevent it. Those are different failures. You should have your focus directed correctly if you intend to do something with it." Jaxon looked at Tristan Locke, the man who had provided Knox with the route, the timing, and the security codes that had made the massacre possible while wearing the uniform that was supposed to prevent exactly that, and reached for the anger that lived permanently behind his sternum with the ease of a man reaching for something he had never once put down. He let it show. Enough to be visible. Enough to look precisely like what it was, genuine rather than performed, which made it considerably more convincing than performance would have been, becaus

Adrian's face got worse than when Chloe was exposed. He rushed forward to snatch the file. Julian raised an arm and blocked him. The motion wasn't hard. But it forced Adrian back two steps. "Julian, stay out of the Lockes’ business." Julian handed his gloves to an assistant, his voice cold and flat. "The Lockes?" "Starting today, whether the Locke Group even gets to keep the Locke name is up for debate." Mr. Locke shot up out of his seat.

Joe belongs to the pack, but as an Omega, fly’s under the radar. Joe is a veterinarian and cares for the pack’s animals. We have a small farm in Silver Paw, plus we have stables at the side of the packhouse. Lorcan loves horses, and he likes to make sure they’re well taken care of, which is where Joe comes in. I asked Kale how he didn’t know long before now that Joe was his mate. Kale explained that due to him being pack doctor and Joe being who he is, their paths haven’t crossed since Joe was fourteen.

Taio let out a snigger in contempt then said to Joe, “Joe, there’s no need for you to be such a big talker. You’re just scared of me being so brutal that I’ll beat your new instructor to death and that’s why you hid him, right? Why do you have to lie about him being in isolation training? Let me tell you this: I’ve already looked into his identity. Zayn Larson, right? He’s a businessman in Waltz City who beat the two deadbeats, Xander Griffin and Mia Walker, to death, and he’s known as the most powerful man in Guineve. It’s ridiculous!” Joe’s expression was very unpleasant while his fists were tightly clenched. He was furious, but there was nothing he could do because he was no match for Tai

He tried the other way, putting pressure on the shackle and the lock clicked several times. He tried 16-4-12 and the locker swung open. Josh smiled triumphantly. Beads of sweat fell off his forehead. Josh leaned backwards against another locker, his hands aching and sore. They peered into the dark confines and lo and behold! another box was fitted inside and was locked with a big padlock. "I got this". Hunter muttered and then swiped two bobby pins from Zoey's hair. He picked the lock, twisting around with the pins and the lock jumped o

It was a pity that she did not manage to take off Alex's pants. Sukie returned home, connected the camera to her computer, and diligently studied the footage over and over again. She finally cropped a few photos that she felt were very convincing and sent them to Xena Sanders. In Sukie's opinion, Shane Locke's release would just be around the corner once she did this. What she did not know was that Xena had made an empty promise when she said she could bail him out. Besides, for Shane Locke’s situation, even if Alex withdrew the lawsuit, it was equally useless…

“Argh! He groaned in annoyance and made up his mind to give up searching. He came across an old box just behind the drawer that stood beside the bed. Joe found it interesting and decided to check it out immediately. He tried opening it, but it was locked with a padlock. He knew he saw a similar key somewhere, but it was difficult to figure out where in particular it would be. Furthermore, he located a hammer which he used in break out the padlock. Furthermore, he opened the box and viewed its content briefly before taking them out one at a time. The first thing that Joe saw in the box were images of naked, scary women. The scars on their skins revealed that they were beaten. While their post

“What are you developing there in Santa Barbara, Mr. Lyon? And why do you feel threatened by me?” Before I could delve deeper into my research, a knock on my door intervened. Beta Joel entered, looking grimmer than usual, and a deep unease settled in my gut. “Joel? Is Cassie alright?” I moved out of my seat to grip the older man’s arm. “Don’t tell me she got out?” or heaven forbid, one of the unmated males sniffed her out. Joel patted my hand on his arm, and I released him. “No, nothing like that. I’ve just got a lot on my mind, is all. I need Locke to find some information about a man. A human.”

"Love? Marcello, loving you is so hard, it feels like I'm breaking locks. Everyday was a struggle when you left. All I wanted to do was forget about you; I wanted forget you were ever a part of my life. But I couldn't! I could never looking everyday at my son who looked exactly like you. He reminded me everyday of you. I almost hated him but I didn't want to hate him because of you, so I kept him as a reminder of everything good we shared but also as I reminder that with him in my life, we no longer needed you." A successful winning tear rolled down Marcello's face, "Breaking locks!" He chuckled bitterly to himself, " but even th most screwed up locks still break open Jasmine. All I ask, is

"Michael Jackson is a big dummy," Joe Hale says to the quiet trees. Joe parks his black wolf-ride machine far away. He hides it behind the big green leaves at the back of the Jackson Silverclaw Citadel. There is a tiny opening in the thick brush. Joe knows this weak spot very well. He uses it to sneak inside the royal grounds all the time. He thinks the guards will fix it, but they never do. Joe looks down at his boy clothes. He wears a tight black tunic, black trousers, heavy black leather boots, and dark hide gloves. He does not want to leave any hand marks on anything. He is a small omega boy, but he can be very sneaky.