Liam De Lioncourt Novels & Stories

Back to the Novaria. Once back on solid ground and with a much clearer head, Liam pulled out his phone. He needed someone who would help him with the madness he was about to set in motion. There was only one person he could trust completely for something like this: Leon. He knew that once Leon heard what had happened, he wouldn't hesitate. Liam rented a car and drove straight to a small coastal port, praying that the ex-soldier still kept his boat there. And luck, for once, was on his side—because just as he pulled into the docks, that very boat was pulling in to moor.

Liam was already done taking his bath. He came out wearing a round polo shirt with a pair of jean trouser that was a little ripped. The clothes fit Liam perfectly and I wonder if there is anything Liam doesn't look good in. Even if he wore a rag right now, I am sure a lot of people will recognize him as the CEO of the LN group of companies. I knew I was supposed to refuse to come with Liam but instead, I followed him in the same car while Thierry drove the car.

Shane's face turned hot: "It's what you said." Bertha quickly nodded, the two hugged each other tightly as they watched the plane carrying Bruno slowly take off into the sky. --- Sitting in the car outside the airport, hearing the sound of the plane taking off, Liam pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a drag. Cigarette smoke rose, and Lealia quietly observed his expression, she noticed that he was not in a good mood. “Liam, don't you want him to go?” Liam took a drag of his cigarette and said: “When he was in the dungeon in country H, he beat me one hundred and thirteen times.”

Lucian called out, trying to make his voice sound like a respectable CEO and not a man who was just interrupted in the middle of a heavy romantic moment. "It's Liam." The tiny, serious voice muffled through the wood instantly dissolved every ounce of frustration in Lucian's body. Zara quickly unlocked the deadbolt and pulled the door open. Liam stood in the hallway, clutching his state of the art coding deck under one arm. He looked up at them, pushing his small glasses up the bridge of his nose. Down the hall, Zara could hear the faint sound of a cartoon playing and Leo arguing with a security guard about baseball stats.

he yelled. "Ok….well….I wooed her…..I fought for her….I protected her…..I engaged her…..I married her…..I loved her…..and I helped her make you……so….SHE’S ALL MINE!" Leonel fired. "That’s not true……that’s not true," Liam said. His voice was now cracking, he was about to cry. Leonel was getting the upper hand. "Aaaahhhhh……….a.a..a.hhhhh……" Liam burst into tears and Leonel was smiling. "I won’t let you have her for long!." He cried and went out of the room.

She said with an expression filled with loneliness and pain. Seeing Ariel like this, Layla could no longer hold it out anymore. For some reason, she just wanted to tell Ariel anything and everything to make her feel alright. "Damien is my cousin, so I would normally side with him, but I won't because what he did was wrong. That's why I won't lead you astray by telling you to open your heart to William. I can assure you that he won't make you suffer like Damien . Besides, he is your childhood friend isn't he?" Layla asked. "Yeah!" A psychopathic one I barely remember!

Leonardo said sternly. Liam sighed, “Listen here, Supreme Commander, I have no time to play questionnaire with you as I have vampires to hunt and defense to look on this territory, so if you excuse me, I have to brief my Enforcers,” he added. He decided to keep his mouth shut. His Alpha’s business wasn’t his story to tell. Liam was only there to support his Alpha, not telling stories about Cohen’s private life. It felt forever until Liam saw Cohen come from the woods, wearing only pants which they often left in the woods.

Liam's in for a world of trouble! °°°F.G°°°

Peculiar means so much to me and losing her would mean losing a part of myself, she’d always been my anchor when I was lost and had no idea what to do in Country X having two kids with me and no source of income. “You ready?” Liam’s voice startled me, bringing me out of my thoughts. I stared at him through the mirror, dressed in all white, from his tuxedo down to his italian shoes. His hair was slick, gelled to the back bringing out the defined features of him. His brown eyes shone brighter and he stared at me with so much affection, his aristocratic nose pointed sharply and the frame of his face was sculpted perfectly. The contours of his cupid shaped lips were pronounced and the side of hi