Liam Aiken Klaus Baudelaire Novels & Stories

"Your Majesty." Liam stepped forward, stopping in front of Anthony. His gaze was steady, laced with concern. "My name is Liam Whitaker, the third son of the Taylor family. I am also Yuliana's suitor." Anthony narrowed his eyes, studying the young man who dared to confront him. As he looked closer, something struck him—Liam's eyes felt familiar. Strikingly so. They resembled the eyes of a woman he had buried deep in his heart, one he had never dared to speak of.

Liam’s smirk faltered as Killian’s gaze met his—calm, calculating, and cold enough to freeze hell over. “Enjoying the party, Deveraux?” Killian’s voice was smooth, deceptively pleasant. Liam straightened, but there was something wary in his stance now. “Just catching up with an old friend.” Killian’s grip on his glass tightened slightly. “Aurora doesn’t need old ghosts lingering in her shadow.” Liam held my gaze for a beat longer before stepping back, hands raised in mock surrender. “Message received.” As he walked away, Killian leaned in. “He’s a liability. And I don’t like liabilities near you.”

"The person you love most? Isn't that a bit much?" "People don't want a lukewarm story, Liam," Klaus said, leaning against the table. "They want a bond. They want to believe that I’ve been hiding you away because you’re the only thing that keeps me grounded. If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right." "So, I’m an actor now," I said. "You’re a partner. I pay the bills, you play the part." Klaus checked his watch. "The PR team wants the first post tonight. They want to break the news before the morning papers. We need a photo."

Maven asked. “Good evening, your majesties; I am Liam,” he answered, bowing his head a bit. They all looked at him, not saying anything; well, they all looked except Aurelian, and I looked at him, expecting something from him, anything. But instead, he stood up and walked out. My eyes watered instantly as I tried to blink it in. “So this is, um, your mate?” Maven asked. I nodded my head empty, and I could tell Liam was happy.

he asked Dennis, which Dennis replied by nodding. " So guard hmm" he said in an attempt to remember his name " Sir it's Hillary" the guard replied " okay Guard Hillary, what do you have to say, tell is everything that happened yesterday" the bald man concluded before sitting down " The council, Amelia always had eyes for me but I didn't give her an opportunity, so yesterday I came across the west zone to check out the fences when I see Amelia, she seduced and I fell for it, you know yesterday was the mating festival, it was quite impossible to overcome such temptation, we were making out when beta Dennis caught us, I ran away in fear but didn't run too far because my head lamp was still in t

Liam thought he deserved an Academy Award. Clark wrote something in her notebook. "Several witnesses reported that your behavior during the reading was aggressive. That Miss Gardener appeared uncomfortable and tried to pull away from you." "Because the scene called for it," Liam said firmly. "Lillian is supposed to be uncomfortable. She's confronting a man who betrayed her. The tension, the discomfort—that's the whole point of the scene. We were acting." "The director terminated your reading early."

“You don’t know what you’re doing.” Liam paused, one hand resting on the latch of his locker. His fingers curled around the cool metal. “I know exactly what I’m doing,” he replied coolly without turning around. Caleb stepped forward again. His bare feet slapped softly against the floor. “She’s not like the girls you’re used to, Liam.” Liam opened the locker and pulled out his duffel bag, the zipper scraping as it shifted. “And what kind of girl would that be?” he asked, his tone flat, his back still to Caleb.

His caramel flawless skin glowed under the heavy light supplied by the chandelier of the hall; the colour of his skin a result of his Mediterranean heritage. "I just need a minute with Aria." "What for?" Aria strained up at him from beneath her heavy false lashes, appearing nearly as baffled as Liam. "You know...about that thing, we're planning for Isolde. Can we talk about it outside, please?" He hauled her along gently by her arm, taking her outside into the garden of the Luxor Hotel, and pulling her behind a hefty bush.

Elena asked, her voice sharp with disbelief. “Just some guy I saw on the road,” Liam said, casually. “He kept staring at me, like he was checking me out in front of my friends. I had to do something. I don’t want them thinking I’m one of those gay people.” My chest tightened. I couldn’t breathe. “You beat someone up… because he was gay?” Elena asked, clearly angry now. Liam nodded, shameless. “Yeah. They’re disgusting. Shameless. Acting like girls. If one of them comes close to me again, I swear I’ll kill him.”

The sight of it sent a sickening wave of humiliation through me. Liam smirked, his voice turning sickly sweet and taunting. “She lured me here, sent me gifts. This-” he held the panties up between two fingers “was just one of them. She wanted me, Kaiden. And when she got caught, she tried to cover it up by killing your niece.” I recoiled, my mind scrambling for words. “I never-” Kaiden’s eyes darkened, shifting between Liam, the fabric, and me. His grief twisted into something colder.