Liam De Lioncourt Novels & Stories

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

And whatever he saw there— whatever changed in her because of the resonance— made something in his expression shift. Not fear. Not anger. Something far more dangerous. Decision. Then he said quietly: “You stay with me.” A pause. The courtyard below went silent for a fraction of a second. Even the attackers stopped moving. Liam’s eyes darkened slightly again. “And I end this properly,” he added. Denise whispered, “And if you lose control?” A long silence. Then Liam said something she wasn’t prepared for. “If I lose control,” he said quietly, “don’t run.”

M’s tie is in my purse. “Are you hitting on me?” He smirks. I roll my eyes at him. “I could drop you right here in the middle of the road, you know. So stop being cocky.” I say and he laughs. His laughter is too familiar. “What is your name?” “Oh, God!” he says, trying to catch his breath after laughing. “It’s Liam. Liam Hemsworth.” Hmm, No M or any kind of Miller. He adds after a pause while checking something on the phone. “Although… I have been told my voice is too similar to Noah.. that new singer… if you have ever heard about him.”

" She asked. "Lucas is the second in command to a cartel drug lord. He's smart and he's the only one who knows the password and location for a large sum of cocaine hidden in an unknown deserted location." Yurik continued explaining and Caitlin's eyes widened - as if just realising how serious it actually was. "And you," she pointed between Yurik and I. 'Think I'm right for the job?" "We think you have potential and obviously we'll teach you a few things. You're a freelance journalist, right? Perhaps those skills could come in handy."

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.

“I want us to tailer her. Talking on the phone will soon not be enough, she will want to meet him.” “But what about her bodyguard, if what you saying is true, I don't think she would want to risk being exposed like that, knowing full well that he will tell you.” “Damien he will be on sick leave as of tomorrow.” “Sounds like a plan. but are you sure about this?” “It's the only way to find out the truth. I don't like it but, it needs to be done.” I got up and stood by the window looking out. “Like I said, it could mean nothing.”

The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall. “Deucalion,” I whispered, looking at the selected prince. I couldn’t see most of him from where I stood, but he had beautiful black hair just like Valerian just longer, reaching almost his waist. He wore a red jacket over a pair of red trousers. He caught my stare, and I instinctively turned back to the announcer. He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.

Konstantin raised up his head slowly as he heard lev's words. " What is it? " He responded calmly. Despite the fact konstantin is a crazy ill tempered guy, his physical beauty never lessen. He has his long hair pack up in a ponytail , his eyes were of mysterious colour which give him am intimidating appearance. His plumped lips , down to his biceps and smooth skin makes him a very handsome man. He also has his own beauty but it can't just be compared to Maximo's, not at all. " When you sent us to new York, we met Maximo Santino "

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.