Liam Once Upon A Time Novels & Stories

“Why did Liam do it? Was he always with Havisham? I need to know while I feel you inside me again.” Julian groaned soft and lifted my hips, guiding me down onto him. The fullness made me gasp but I kept moving steady. “Liam played a long game,” he answered between breaths. “He worked for the family, gathering information on girls like Sarah. He handed her over to keep his cover, to stay close to power. You were just another part of his plan, Maya. Feel how deep I go? I do not hide things from you.”

His arms were casually tucked into his pants pocket, and his eyes held a certain kind of rage as he stepped closer, not minding that I was still staring at him in complete disbelief, unable to understand why he was standing in no other place but our room. Where the hell was Damian for crying out loud? “You think you can make a fool of me by escaping and smooching all over my brother before me?” Liam barked as he rounded the corner, stopping just next to me. His brows furrowed sharply while his gaze locked onto mine with suffocating intensity, forcing me to instinctively take two steps backward as his hot breath hit my face.

“The bastard was perfectly fine. He just blocked you. He didn't want any contact with you. But I guess he didn't even know how much his no-contact rule has cost both of us.” Liya shook her head. She looked back at Liam, who had his eyes fixed on his shoes. He was looking like a shell of himself. He had dark circles underneath his eyes, and he was thin. Aldo had to be lying right? “Liam,” Liya said, making him face her. “He's lying, right? Whatever he just said is a lie right?” Liam looked away, unable to say a word. “There's nothing for him to say. Because I'm telling you exactly what happened. Damian knew exactly where he was, and used the opportunity to fool you.”

he answered, his phone frowning. “Where are you? I’ve been looking for you!” I heard a faint voice from the phone’s speaker. “Why?” “Liam has arrived in the Snow Valley pack,” the caller replied, and a thick silence ensued. I saw Alex’s chest rise and fall rigidly. His finger clenched into a fist and his teeth grind together so hard I heard them crunch. “Liam?” Alex turned grim and disgust coated his face as the silence prolonged. “Yes, rumor has it that he arrived at the pack last night and kept a low profile. I just received some words that his warriors are combing the pack”

A few days had passed since the incident where Liam had to leave us because of an emergency call. After that, I could see how hard he tried to make time for Elena. He often came home earlier than usual, canceled some of his personal activities, and every night he tucked Elena into bed while reading her a story. Today was the day when Liam finally had real free time. No pack meetings, no night patrols, and no emergency calls. Since morning, he looked incredibly enthusiastic. He prepared breakfast himself, put on an apron, and proudly showed off heart-shaped pancakes he had made.

That would be a disaster. “That's right,” Liam tells me, brushing my hair. “You're the only child of Oliver Everhart. And Oscar? He's a fucking impostor.”

Soft music played from hidden speakers, and the air was perfumed with the scent of my favorite flowers. Liam stood beside the table, dressed in a suit that I had never seen before, his usually casual demeanor replaced by something more formal yet equally nervous. He held a single white lily—the same flower he had given me when I woke from a long sleep after he found me, before the memory poison, before the Institute, before everything that had complicated and enriched our lives. "What's all this?" I asked, unable to keep the wonder from her voice. "This," Liam said, crossing to me and offering the lily, "is what happens when your mate realizes he hasn't properly dated his wife in nearly two

asked Liam at once. ***

Michel, his friend, sat beside him, leafing through a pile of documents, his expression grave. As the car made a sharp turn, Liam's phone vibrated in his pocket, indicating a new message. He retrieved it, his eyes scanning the screen. But he soon fired a text to Rose. It was a message for Rose. She was the anchor in his life, always reminding him of the simple joys and taking care of their home. Liam's heart swelled with gratitude as he texted her, reassuring her that she would take care of herself and not wait up for his return.

I didn't want to go all out with the decorations, but I couldn't help myself. I heard the door ring as soon as I lit the last candle. I quickly rushed towards the door, undone my braids, played with them through my fingers, and felt some damp areas. I opened the door, and I sucked in my breath. Liam stood there looking like fucking Robert Sheehan - he's from Mortal Engine and that new show on N*****x. He looks like him but with muscle and more handsome. I became a fan of Robert Sheehan when I watched Mortal Engine on bootleg. Super cute.