Romans & histoires Liam De Lioncourt

I walked outside to spread some clothes and I ran in immediately. Laman stood on the floor, his legs shaking. He had fully shifted into a small wolf pup with blue fur. He was wagging his tail repeatedly while Leo was hailing him, clapping his hands and laughing. The shift had torn his clothes to pieces and a large piece of the crib was laying just beside him. “Laman!” I whispered, carrying him up quickly before anyone would walk past the open door and try to attack him. His little wolf form was warm and soft on my neck. Leo reached for me with his hands, his own eyes flashing

Damien grunted, more surprised than hurt. They stared at each other. “You didn’t use it,” he said slowly. Lia blinked. “I didn’t.” Something warm bloomed in her chest. Pride. Small. Fragile. Real. Leo watched from the steps. Damien hadn’t wanted him nearby at first. Too dangerous. Too unpredictable. But Lia had insisted. “He needs to see me try,” she said. “Not hide.” Now Leo sat cross-legged, a wooden wolf toy in his hands, eyes wide as he followed every movement.

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.

Was this guy a bodyguard or a hot male model? He was dressed in a sleek black suit, already suited for the job. And I knew he meant business. His broad shoulders and tall, sturdy structure gave more elegance to his clothing. A suit had never looked this sexy as it was on this man. He was the ten times hotter version of Will Smith in Men in Black. "I'm Liam," he said confidently. "Liam Tate." Harriet spoke, "I did exactly what you asked. I've explained everything to him, Miss Davies. He knows and understands what he has to do and I ardently believe he is up to the task."

“And what is this truth about Liam and Scarlett knight. One of the city's youngest billionaire Liam Knight, the only son of Darren knight, once took some part of the city by storm after revealing his identity and broke some hearts after revealing his wife the woman he wants to spend eternity with. And honestly she is one of the most beautiful woman… The majority claims…” I take a pause form the article to let the compliment settle, before letting my mind settle on reading again.

I felt dangerous. And then I saw them. Liam, a study in beautiful contradictions. He was tall, well over six feet, with the lean, wiry build of a swimmer or a climber, all long lines and corded muscle. His hair was a shock of black, almost blue-black, against his pale, almost translucent skin. It was short on the sides and longer on top, falling artfully over his forehead. His face was all sharp angles, high cheekbones, a strong, stubborn jaw, a mouth that was a slash of cruel beauty. His lips were thin but expressive, currently curled into a predatory smirk. He was carved from granite and shadow, a walking, talking ode to beautiful, dangerous things.

Then I realized I was holding him, not the empty air. A feeling of relaxation crept into me, I took a deep breath, and breathed out heavily. He smiled. I turned, my gaze fell directly on Lianna on the bare ground. Her eyes were flamming red. Literally. My legs were off her grip, but close to her stretched hands. I threw a kick at her, she was lucky it didn't touch her. "You dare to lay your filthy hands on my mate right before me..? How dare you?!" Hillarial slammed his feet against her, and she flinched, turning over and over on her sides.

Diane’s P.O.V. “You must be referring to my brother, miss. I saw that he was the only one who left the parking area a few seconds after you entered my car. By the way, I am Liam. Liam Arthur Evangelista. Do not be confused—we might have looked like each other, but Leandro and I were not twins. So, may I have this chance to know the name of this pretty girl beside me?” His description of me made my brain float in the air. He painted a magnificent smile on his lips as he held out his right arm to reach mine for a handshake. There, I noticed a deep and gorgeous dimple on his right cheek.

He took her hand and kissed it. Her cheeks flushed. My mother. Flushed. Dad shook his hand firmly, sizing him up. "What do you do, son?" "I run WolfeTech," Liam said with the perfect mix of humility and confidence. "But more importantly, I try to make Mia laugh at least once a day." I almost choked. Where had that come from? Inside, the interrogation began. Aunt Carol wanted to know when the wedding was. My cousin Julia asked if Liam had any single friends. Grandma quizzed him about his favorite pies. And through it all, Liam was smooth, attentive, and annoyingly convincing.

“I’m just… hiding too. I’m Liam. Liam Vance.” Aria stiffened. Vance. “Don’t worry,” Liam laughed softly, raising his hands. “I’m the good cousin. Not the one who crashes Porsches. I’m an architect.” “An architect,” Aria repeated. “I restore old buildings,” Liam explained. “I fix things that are broken.” He looked at the Temple. “Like this. It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Saved from the flood. Would you…” Liam hesitated. “The band is playing. Would you like to dance? Just to… blend in?”