Novel & Cerita Liam De Lioncourt

Darius: The moment the conference doors shut behind us, Liam rounded on me. His jaw was tight, his wolf bristling just beneath his skin. “What the hell are you playing at?” His voice was low, sharp, so no human ears could catch the venom in it. “Of all the placed that you decide to show yourself, you’ve been hiding like a coward, pretending to be nonexistent when you had your men in here all along.”

Leon retorted earning a low chuckle from Jared while Liam shuddered in fright, afraid a fight might break out any minute from now "Do you love Evelyn?," "What the fuck, straight to the point!" Liam unable to hide his anxiety, nervously bit on his fingernails. "Please say no, please fucking say no Leon," he chanted repeatedly in his thoughts "I don't know, what do you think...Jared?," Came Leon's cold reply "I think you do," "Then you are as wrong as your existence," "Shit!" Liam cursed, couldn't Leon just behave for a single moment?, why did it seem as though he wanted to anger Jared?

With a smooth gesture, one of them opened the door to the luxurious Rolls Royce, Some time later, Liam was seated in the back of his rolls Royce, heading to multiversal studios as he was going through some documents. At that same time, the sound of cellphone ringing hit his ear, and he put the documents away to answer the phone. Wondering who might be calling, Liam retrieved his cellphone from his pockets. And When he checked the caller ID, he saw that it was Jason William, calling him. Jason was Amanda's fiance. Liam answered the call and pressed the cellphone to his ear. "Hello." "Hey Liam, how are you?" Jason greeted Liam in a casual tone. Liam leaned back in his seat. "I'm good. What's u

“I meant it with respect. You’ve walked through fires that would’ve incinerated others. And yet,you’re still standing.” She studied him. “And you?” “I fight for legal reform. Different battlefield. Same enemy: decay.” They exchanged numbers. Just in case the world demanded their paths cross again. That evening, at the summit’s welcome dinner, Sophia spotted someone who did not belong. Liam. He wasn’t on the speaker list. No scheduled panels. No NGO badge or visible cause. Just him, in a charcoal suit, speaking fluid French to a delegate from the European Investment Bank. Her chest tightened, heat and ice colliding under her skin.

said Liam with a serious expression and cleaned himself fast then went to mr Ranch's office in a hurry . " Finished already ?! Good ! Let's go to the forest nearby ! " said mr Ranch . " No need ! I will be leaving for London right now ! " said Liam . " What ?! Are you out of your mind ?! This is the most important step of the training......Can't you think straight and see what's more important for the moment ?! " said mr Ranch with an annoyed tone .

I open my mouth and then close it again, wondering if I'm in the twilight zone or something. "Yeah, babe." He gives me a charming smile that goes all the way to his eyes before he turns a glare on to Liam. "Who are you?" he asks Liam. "A friend." Liam folds his arms over his chest. I think he's trying to make himself appear bigger, but the suit has him beat in size. Something I don't think Liam is used to. "Liam Stafford." I think Liam is expecting him to know who he is, but the man seems unfazed by Liam's name. I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. Everyone knows who Liam is, even if you're not into football. He's royalty around here.

Something closer to flinching, almost immediately rebranded as nothing. "Natasha." "Sonia." That’s as far as we get before Liam interrupts. "Excuse me," he says, deploying the voice he uses when he’s being charming on purpose. "I’m so sorry to interrupt. I just need you to know that you are exactly what I've been looking for." Sonia blinks. "I’m a writer," Liam continues, undeterred. Completely leaving off the student part of that sentence. "I'm working on a script and you would be perfect for the lead role. Has anyone ever told you you have the most photogenic-"

“He’s thirty-eight, Isla.” “That didn’t answer the question,” I muttered under my breath, turning toward the sink to hide my smile. He sighed. “He’s powerful. Focus on your schoolwork, not grown men.” Too late, I thought. That night, I Googled him. Liam Sinclair. Billionaire. CEO of Sinclair International. My fingers trembled as I clicked through photo after photo. A commanding figure in sharp suits, steel-gray eyes that looked like they’d seen a hundred wars, and a jawline cut from marble. He had the kind of presence that made silence feel loud.

He turned to one of the attendants, clearly panicking. "Relax. Relax. We are good." Liam smiled and extended his hand, greeting, "Good afternoon. I am Liam Wright." He pointed to Charlotte, introducing, "This is my wife, Charlotte. Her uncle, Luces, and Chadwick, my head of security. And you are?" "Mario Gomes, Sir. May I just say, I am honored to meet you, Mister Wright," the son's owner introduced himself. "Now, which photo do you want to discuss with me?"

Liam's former fiancée. At that moment, Liam genuinely wondered whether he was dreaming. Even surrounded by hundreds of witnesses, he still couldn't accept what he was seeing. A wave of anger surged through him. "Uncle Leonel!" The words burst out before he could stop them. "You've been deceived." "This woman isn't qualified to be your companion." "Let alone your wife." Liam had completely lost control of his emotions. Meanwhile, Leonel remained calm. Almost unsettlingly calm. He casually reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind Navia's ear.