Liam Aiken Klaus Baudelaire Novels & Stories

The man who Isaac called, walked into the salon room quietly, facing Isaac. "Yes, Your Majesty?" “Please prepare a room for them." "I understand. This way." Claude motioned for Albert and Alexander, leading them both out of the salon, leaving him alone with Isaac. “Finally, I have some time with just the two of us,” Isaac breathed a sigh of relief, hugging him again. "By the way, where's Liam?" "Liam? He is currently taking preparatory classes before entering the academy. I've taken care of all the files. He should be able to enter the academy next month.”

Without another word, Federico walked out, leaving the weight of his truth behind him like smoke. I stood there frozen, my mind spinning, the truth of my parents’ death echoing in my ears. They were murdered… I was about to fall when I felt it— A warm breath behind my neck. Then a lick across my cheek. “What are you—” I spun around. “What the hell are you doing?!” Liam was behind me—too close, too suddenly. His usual grin was gone. His face was unreadable. Serious. “The scent of you,” he said darkly, “is intoxicating. It stirs something deep in me—a desire. You, Camila, are just a seed beneath a dying tree. When that tree falls, you’ll either perish… or grow strong.”

The door swung open, revealing Liam, his expression dark and his eyes gleaming with something sinister. “You've been quiet,” he remarked, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. His gaze swept over her, assessing. “I was starting to think you'd finally accepted your place here.” Ayla watched him walk away, the note hidden behind her back. "I will never agree to be your prisoner." Liam snorted, his head tilting to one side. "Prisoner? Really, and that is what you think this is?" He took a step forward, his tone belittling. "You are my fated mate, Ayla. I'd say this is protection."

'Why are you asking about him? 'Do you want to meet him again?' Liam sighed. He had met him and didn't have a good impression of him. He knew that Roland was hiding his true character from Emma. She didn't know what kind of dangerous person he was. 'Liam,' Emma called, noticing how distant he looked on the other end of the video. 'No, I just felt like asking.' Liam faked a smile. 'Now, let me respond to your question. My favorite movie of all time has to be The Notebook…'

"Make one more step towards Chloe or speak another word about claiming her and I will expose your entire existence to this very crowd and you will be astonished." Aiden stood on his feet and walked closer to Liam, facing him now and speaking directly to his face. "What are you even talking about, Prince Aiden. I haven't done anything that needs to be exposed to anyone, you have nothing against me, my prince." Liam fired back.

Liam was breathless and was clutching his heart. We stare at each other with breathless looks and burst out laughing watching each other's faces. Liam unclasp his seatbelt and moves closer towards my seat, his laugh getting lost with his sudden seriousness. I feel like I couldn't breathe when he nears me, his thumb grazing my lips. His eyes are on my lips and I lick it unconsciously. “I have to ask you something!” he says suddenly in a hoarse whisper. “What is it?” I ask my voice equally hoarse at his sudden proximity.

A punch against the locker again. “Shut the fuck up!” Dale exclaimed, and I heard Liam let out an exasperated sigh. “Can I go now?” He asked. Then silence followed when I heard retreating footsteps. I round the corner as if I didn’t hear anything and see Liam standing against my locker with a look of pain on his face. He looks down and sighs as a stray lock of his blonde hair falls into his eyes, which he pushes away before pushing his glasses back. I couldn’t help but notice how vulnerable he looked right now, where before he always had an air of arrogance around him. Like he was better than you.

“You think I’m ashamed? Look in the mirror, Claire. Look hard, and ask yourself what you’ve really won. Because it seems to me that nothing is the answer. No one seems to respect you and they're only walking around you because of your fake believed position. You're not even marked Claire as far as I can tell, your scent shows that you haven't been.” Claire took a furious step forward, her mouth opening for another cutting reply, when a familiar, commanding voice cut sharply across the yard. “That’s enough.” We both turned to find Liam standing there, his eyes cold and commanding. He didn’t look at Claire. He looked at me. “You’re supposed to be resting,” he said sharply. “Go back inside.” “I

I say as I don't know what more to say. "And these two are my boys, Theo and Noah. And boys this is my first god daughter, Lily." Richard introduces me to them. "Hello, Lily." Noah says politely as we shake hands. "Hello." I say with a smile which comes to face naturally when I see him smile. "Bonjour, my lady." Theo says and kisses my hand when I give it for handshake. "Bonjour." I say as I giggle when he moves back when he sees Richard glaring. "And you know Ryan." Richard says.

It was a good idea because the girl never had her phone on her. "What are you doing?" I jumped and slipped my phone back into my jumper before turning around to see Liam behind me. He was fully decked out in a blue three-piece suit. He had never looked more handsome. Why did he have to be a liar who used women for his own gain? "You startled me." I finally forced myself to speak. "What are you thinking about? I've been calling your name for a while now." "Have you?" "Yes, why are you out so early?"