Liam De Lioncourt Novels & Stories

But just before he touched her— another hand moved faster. A powerful grip seized Liam’s wrist instantly. Pain exploded through his arm so violently that he nearly screamed. “Who the hell—?!” Liam spun around furiously. Then froze. All the color drained from his face. “U-Uncle Leonel?!” Leonel Crawford stood there in silence. At six-foot-three, dressed entirely in black, he radiated an overwhelming sense of pressure. The dark coat hanging from his shoulders only emphasized the cold restraint in his sharp features.

Liam explained, "I am a beacon. My energy signature... it’s too loud. It screams to every sensor 'The Order' has left. If I stay, I bring the war to your doorstep." He knelt down in front of Serenity, placing a large, calloused hand on the grass, but not touching her. "Zero was right about one thing," Liam said grimly. "The world will come for this baby. This child will be the strongest of us all. I need to be out there, in the shadows, making sure they never reach the border." "You are going to be a decoy," Jackson walked into the garden, having heard the conversation.

The last thing she wanted was to let them down. Liam leaned against her desk, his expression earnest, and he gave her a charming smile. "Come on, Kourt. I know you're dedicated, but you need fuel to keep up that amazing brainpower of yours. You know what they say, ‘All work and no food makes a cranky event planner." At this point, Kourtney knew she was screwed. He probably wouldn't stop nagging her until she gave in. Liam Campbell, the 26-year-old handsome man with striking blonde hair and sparkling emerald-green eyes that matched Kourtney's, had a magnetic charm that seemed to draw people in.

a voice said at the entrance. Everyone heads snap to his direction, trust me reporters weren't missing a single detail on their camera. Liam walks inside majestically in a Louis Vuitton tailored black suit , ladies were literally drooling at the demi hot god . Sabrina felt heat rushing to her cheeks as she watched him walk up to her , Macgonnel scoffs muttering something like show off. " Now Mr president, who is marrying my flower again". Liam said standing at his front . Victor opens his mouth to talk but no word came out.

At the top of the Eastern Elite Division sat Liam’s name, locked in at the number-two seed, flanked by the official, verified signature of the league’s compliance committee. The legal block had not just been cleared; it had been pulverized. Liam sat near the window, his long legs stretched out under the table, his fingers wrapped around a warm mug of green tea. He was wearing a fitted, high-collar black cashmere sweater that completely covered his neck and collarbone, hiding the deep, dark purple marks and the raw, healing skin where the tape had been torn away. Despite the clean, aristocratic silhouette he presented to the room, every movement of his shoulders sent a dull, heavy ache throug

Last but not least, your third older cousin, Liam Lane, is currently an extra at a film set. Dominic felt he'd done a pretty good job at explaining things. He hadn't lied to Mia at all. Nathan was an infamous hacker, so he was good at programming, right? Connor was a renowned surgeon—rather than saving people, he preferred saving animals. Claude was a famous pianist—when he wasn't busy with concerts, he would conduct piano lessons at an academy. Jason was a well-known lawyer—he did indeed work at a law firm. It was just that the law firm belonged to him.

'Why are you asking about him? 'Do you want to meet him again?' Liam sighed. He had met him and didn't have a good impression of him. He knew that Roland was hiding his true character from Emma. She didn't know what kind of dangerous person he was. 'Liam,' Emma called, noticing how distant he looked on the other end of the video. 'No, I just felt like asking.' Liam faked a smile. 'Now, let me respond to your question. My favorite movie of all time has to be The Notebook…'

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

His hand rested lightly on the curve of my waist, grounding and maddening all at once. “I see that our Luna has been training you.” Nolan said, choosing to direct his question to the children who are watching excitedly. “And I can tell if this is how your training is starting, then I'm going to have a stronger league on my line, aren't I?” I tilted my face up, ready to ask what the hell he was doing. I wanted to ask what he was doing, but the smile that was on his face was one that I never saw. Even the children were happy to see him like this.

“There is only one woman who holds my loyalty. One woman who bears the mark of my claim, who is the mother of my heir, and the one I call mine.” I raised my chin. “Sienna De Luca is my mate. And she is your Luna.” A beat of silence, then submission rippled through the courtyard. “Though she has yet to be marked by me, it will be done on her own account, when she finds herself ready to be, when she accepts me to do it… she is your mate, your Luna, my Luna. And it is going to stay this way.” Ethan stood straighter. Carter bowed his head. The warriors followed, one by one, baring their necks. The maids, the guards, even the healers.