Liam Aiken Klaus Baudelaire Novels & Stories

"Does he even know your favorite color? Or is he too busy with blondes to notice?" My stomach twisted. Arthur's jaw clenched. "Liam, I swear to God…." "Relax." Liam's voice was ice. "I'm not here to ruin your fun. I'm here to take back what's mine." He stepped forward and closer, close enough that I could smell his cologne…woodsy, expensive, nothing like Arthur's. Close enough that when he leaned down, his lips were right next to my ear. "Starting with her."

Or at least before anything started. " Let's get out of here," Liam says. " Mr. Klaus, our project is over... We´ll... See you tomorrow. Have a great day!" Liam tells before grabbing my hand and walking out of the class with me. " Yeah, have a lovely day Mr. Klaus!" I repeat while waving him goodbye. " Do you think he will say anything?" I ask Liam. " NO, he won't. I'll make sure of it," he assures me. " How do you know that? "

And somewhere high above, in his penthouse overlooking the city, Cassian Wolfe stood by the glass window, unaware that the storm waiting at Elena's doorstep had already begun. Elena lay awake long after the city had gone quiet, the thin curtains of her small apartment trembling with every gust of late-night wind. Sleep evaded her, chased away by the sharp echo of a voice she hadn't expected to hear again. Liam Bake. The name itself made her stomach knot tighter than any wave of nausea ever had. He wasn't supposed to be here. Not in this city. Not in this life she had tried to rebuild piece by fragile piece.

“Okay, gentlemen, how about we don’t start World War Three in the hotel lobby?” Aiden chuckled, hands up in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. But I’d love to catch up later, Liana.” Leo glared, but she smiled politely. “Sure. Maybe.” Aiden winked before sauntering off — drawing stares and whispers from everyone he passed. Leo groaned. “Why does he exist?” “Because the world needs beauty,” she said innocently. He shot her a look. “You’re grounded.” “You can’t ground me in Vienna.”

"This is a beacon, Elias. This is not a wall." "It is a fortress," he corrected, his voice sharp. "They are not looking for Aurora Vale. They are looking for 'Ariane Rousseau.' And 'Ariane Rousseau'... she does not exist. She is a phantom of our own making. She is, as you Americans say, bulletproof." "She is not bulletproof," Aurora said, her voice shaking. She looked down at Ethan's sleeping face. "We are not." He will see it. The thought was a frantic, pounding drum beneath her ribs. Liam was not a ghost. He was real. He was in New York. And he read Women's Wear Daily every single morning. It was the bible of his own fashion empire.

Though Liam’s face is definitely not happy, he waves his hand signalling that Benjamin should get up. “I couldn’t even go through with sex with the other girls. We would fool around, but I couldn’t get her face out of my head. None of them meant anything. I want to be with her. More than anything in this world, I want to be with her. But I can’t risk dying on her. I can’t risk leaving her alone.” “Don’t you think I get to have a vote on that?” Claudia says from my door.

Elinor replied with a cold demeanor. Instead of getting angry, Liam hugged Elinor and said, "I will never do what you said, darling. I will make you mine, and I don't care about fate." Elinor rounded her eyes and replied, "You're crazy!" Elinor showed her courage by speaking openly to Liam. She was unafraid to express her desire to return to Thane, even if it meant facing Liam with a cold demeanor. However, her words only seemed to make Liam even more obsessed with making her his. Liam, who remained calm, responded, revealing his obsession, and Elinor felt terrified. The tense atmosphere between them grew more potent, and Elinor knew she would face many difficulties during this captivity.