Liam De Lioncourt Novels & Stories

“I’m just… hiding too. I’m Liam. Liam Vance.” Aria stiffened. Vance. “Don’t worry,” Liam laughed softly, raising his hands. “I’m the good cousin. Not the one who crashes Porsches. I’m an architect.” “An architect,” Aria repeated. “I restore old buildings,” Liam explained. “I fix things that are broken.” He looked at the Temple. “Like this. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Saved from the flood. Would you…” Liam hesitated. “The band is playing. Would you like to dance? Just to… blend in?”

Liam looks thoughtful before he nods and asks me what I would like to know. "Everything, I guess." I replied, the warmth of his hand slowly creeping up my arm. "Hi, my name is Liam, I'm twenty-eight and I'm from the Dark Moon Pack. I love dancing in the rain and long walks at sunset." He says cheesily, sounding like the bio off some lame dating site. "On a serious note, I'm pretty much your average guy. Oldest of three kids, grew up with a ton of responsibilities so I guess that's why my sense of humour is a bit bent. I enjoy tracking and I'm bloody good at it if I might brag. I tried to track you down after that Council Meeting, but you move quickly and I thought I'd never catch up… turns

I missed my pack. “Mr. Stonewood,” a sales lady said, rushing over. I watched her gush over him. “Here for some more earrings? I have a lovely pair I think you’ll like. They just came in.” “No, thank you Maria,” Liam said, smiling. “I’m here on business today. This is Trista Ston…uh,” he caught himself mid-sentence. “Moonlar. Trista Moonlar. And this is Jonhson Cartwright. They’re both here from overseas.”

Louis to tremble while Kelly looked like she had seen a ghost. "W-we are s-sorry, s-sir." Mr. Louis stuttered, scratching the back of his neck in the process as he refused to raise his head up. "Shut that trap. Sorry isn't going to cut it for my daughter-in-law, who almost got killed under your own roof." Don Luciano bellowed and I rolled my eyes, trying to figure out if he was putting on a show to make people think he cared about me. But he didn't do that when Ria died, he was so fucking nonchalant, and yet, I was almost killed, and he was terrorizing these people.

After a few minutes, the man spoke up again. “I’m Liam, by the way. Liam Price.” Roy glanced sideways. “Roy.” “Roy…?” He didn’t elaborate. Liam didn’t press. Just smiled. “I was actually on my way to meet a friend here,” Liam said casually. “Old training partner. We were supposed to grab lunch, maybe catch the tournament opening, but he just messaged saying he couldn’t make it.” He pulled something from his pocket and held it up. A sleek black smartphone. Clean. Bright screen. Probably waterproof and filled with all sorts of bells and whistles.

He wore paint-splattered jeans and a confidence that had taken years to build. "Get them yourself," Emma shot back. She was nineteen, a sophomore at Yale, studying political science. She wore a blazer even at dinner, already practicing for the Senate. "Your arms work. I saw you carrying that canvas." "It's a sculpture," Theo corrected. "And it's fragile." "Like your ego," Liam piped up. Liam was sixteen. He was the athlete of the family—tall, broad-shouldered, with Noah’s dark hair and Aria’s quiet intensity. He was currently trying to hide a massive pile of mashed potatoes under a single piece of broccoli.

Cheryl also followed them out. Liam was in a very foul mood. His father was in critical condition, and now, someone had to come to their house to cause trouble. Did people really think that the Yowell family was that easy to mess with? Liam immediately scavenged the house for a long sword from one of the rooms before charging out the door angrily. “Who dares to hurt my family? I’ll kill you!” Liam was at a slightly higher rank than Colin in martial arts. He was at the peak of Royal, just shy of reaching Mystic-rank.

"I think by now you must know that Caitlin's not just my daughter, she's seriously daddy's little princess, in every sense of the word. I'm the first and only man in her life until now. I protected and shielded her, her whole life." His stare was dead on, no smile, no give this was Colton Lyon at his rawest. And I knew instinctively that according to how I handled myself here things could go very well or very bad for me. This moment just might decide what kind of future I had in this man's life, which meant my woman's life as well.

With her hands clenched in determination, Vivian stormed away. Back in the study, Liam sat on a couch, exhausted from his latest deal, which hadn't ended well. The rival group had taken out a significant number of his men, and he now needed to recruit more. He couldn't allow Henry's group to gain control. Liam had to secure the package soon and close the deal, or he risked losing his major client. Overwhelmed by the mounting pressure, he sank deeper into the couch and, before long, drifted off to sleep.