Liam De Lioncourt Novels & Stories

He might be dating Drew, he might pretend to be nice but all these doesn't change my perceptions about him. "You really need to stop existing Olivia, no one wants you. You are not important. Your sight alone irritates me. Jamaal, how do you cope with this thing, check that wristwatch out guys, did you steal your grandpa's wristwatch cheapskate?" Jordan asked, chuckling. "We are going to be late guys," Liam, the innocent looking one of the squad cut in. Liam was known to be good with anything that has to do with computer, technology. He doesn't really talk much, but I bet he wasn't as innocent as his looks.

He destroyed me,he tainted my soul,now I see men as scum and only after one thing. Even my date for this prom had to persue me for weeks before I accepted his proposal. Liam. Liam was the name of my date. He is an Australian kid from Perth,he is also the captain of the basketball team. He is the son of a single Australian Politician that is why he is able to afford a school like mine. He lives alone in an apartment in Soho,while his mom is back in Australia. It is long story why his here along. Most are rumors.

He held two glasses of wine and offered one to Liora with the familiarity of someone who had done that thing many times before. His hand found the small of her back. Brief. Just inside the line of what could be called familiar between colleagues. Just inside it. "Sorry I'm late," he said to her. Then he looked at Damien with the easy smile of someone who wasn't sorry at all. "Liam Ashford. I work with Liora." Damien looked at the hand at her back. At Liam's easy smile. At Liora's face which had remained calm and controlled the moment he appeared.

Then, he opened I*******m. The first story at the top of his feed was from a local sports reporter. It was a video snippet, It showed the grand entrance of the hilltop club. The doors swung open, and there was Liam, looking like a movie star in a charcoal tuxedo. And there was Chloe, radiant in emerald silk, her hand tucked firmly into the crook of his arm.

I wish I could talk to someone! I head in and straight to my own room. I pull my phone out and stare at the new contact: LIAM. I search for Ashton’s number and send a message to him. Hi Ashton, Liam asked me to go to prom with him!!! ASHTON: Hey Celine. Well what did you say? :) I said yes! :) ASHTON: Liam is the Thor look-a-like? Yes, he’s gorgeous, way out of my league.. ASHTON: None of that, okay? You are out of his league. <3

He’s moving toward me before I can speak. “Maya.” He says my name like it’s a solid thing. Like he’s handing it back to me. “Liam.” My voice is scraped raw. “How did you…?” “My mom. She heard from Daniel that Leo was in the hospital.” A muscle in his jaw flickers. “He didn’t call me.” Of course not. Daniel’s world is neatly organized. Liam— the artist, the freelance photographer who travels too much, who feels things too deeply— has always been in the ‘miscellaneous’ file.

Liam Hart Age: 29 Height: 6'1" (185 cm) Build: Shoulders wide, athletic, muscular due to manual work and gym training but not vainly so. Eyes: Dark brown, like his sister's but harder—more shut down. Hair: Brunette but a lighter shade compared to his sister.Usually short and slightly unkempt. . Skin color: Olive with a permanent light tan. Facial features: Square chin, expressive eyebrows. Voice: Deep and commanding—can flip back and forth between threatening and kind, depending on who he is speaking to. Protective to a fault—his entire adult life has been spent shielding Evie from harm.

"Intriguing. You're not like the others." "The others?" Liam echoed, feigning innocence. "You mean the vapid socialites draped in designer labels? No, I'm afraid I don't quite fit that mold." He let his gaze drift over Davenport’s impeccably tailored suit. "Although, I do appreciate the tailoring." Davenport chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "You have a sharp tongue, Mr...?" "Moreau," Liam supplied. "Liam Moreau." "Julian Davenport." He extended a hand, his grip firm, almost possessive. "A pleasure, Mr. Moreau."

Liam gave me the best response ever. “You have my approval as long as you will take full responsibility for that she-wolf,” I turned toward my clothes, pulling out some outfits. “Thank you, Leo. What about you, Max?” Liam ask. “You fucking have my approval as long as Piper isn't my sister,” the bastard stated and I couldn't help but smile to myself. “Thank you so much, Dudes. I owe y…” Liam’s voice hung in the air when we heard the doorbell. We all paused for a short moment.

"So as his cute assistant behind him...but why does he keep flinching whenever he meets my gaze...am I that sexy?" Sofiya leaned back in the chair as she winked at Leonard's assistant. "Eww!, Sofiya!!" "What...he looks cute!" "Hey you two are disrupting Mr. Leonard's speech" Mr Martins warned I and Sofiya. I suddenly felt Leonard's gaze on me again...why me!!! "Miss, what's your name?" Leonard asked me with a slight grin Why was he suddenly acting like he didn't know my name... "My name is Amelia" "Ok Amelia...what was the last thing I said?"