Lies Of Locke Lamora Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Please.” My entire body was trembling with restrained aggression… but I sank into the chair anyway. Lily poured bourbon into a glass. Her hands shook just slightly. She offered it to me. I snatched it and took a long, burning swallow. She folded her hands together, staring at me. “I went somewhere,” she said. “Where?” I snapped. She took a long pause and then. “The Lycan Kingdom.” The glass froze halfway to my lips. My heart stopped. My blood went cold.

Be mine that time, okay? Tears streamed down Sia's cheeks disappearing in the neckline of her sweater as her fingers trembled badly. ' I got your locket fixed for you too which must have made you question alot of things once again. Now what you have been waiting for. There is everything in the flashdrive. Everything you need to know. Everything you have ever wanted to know. I love you Lucas ' The letter fell down from her hands as Sia cried harder than before. Why was life like this? It was the same question that was bugging her mind for her whole life.

My index finger rubbed the outline of my lower lips as I watched the picture like it was a movie. Dark brown hair brushed upwards with two fallen strands across his eyes. He looked like he'd come out of a book. A fantasy book. But that only fueled my passion more. Because this kind of man hardly belonged to one woman and I can't risk him breaking their hearts, they would never ever recover. I was doing honorable charity for the hearts of soft women no matter how I looked at it. A glint crossed my eyes in excitement. "You must die, The Viper."

Lights across London began to shine beyond the windows of the executive car, reflecting Liora’s cold smile, secured in the knowledge that she had locked in absolute victory over her intellectual property rights. END OF CHAPTER 249.

“That’s not fair.” “I know,” I say. “But this isn’t simple.” “It never is with you,” she replies. “Say it. What breaks if you go back?” I meet her gaze. “The lock.” Her breath stutters. “Completely?” “No,” I say. “It reshapes.” She shakes her head slowly. “You’re talking like it’s clay.” “It is now,” I reply. The lock pulses, almost as if agreeing. Nova whispers, “How?” “It listens to me,” I say. “It didn’t before. It listened to fate. To rules written by others. Now it listens to choice.”

"was with another woman- caused a violent disruption. The pain was too severe. Your womb could not withstand the shock. You- you lost-" "No!" I screamed, feeling something inside me break. "I'm sorry, my Luna." He bowed, his posture sombre. Louisiana's arms tightened around me as she sobbed hard. The Omegas stilled in the background, their head bowed. I screamed again- it was almost unrecognizable, like it came from the depths of the soul of my wolf.

"Do you think it was cruel of me to kill Molton?" "What happened to Molton is more or less a retribution of his own doing, but I understand where you're coming from, Mister Locke. I'm very sorry. I should not have worked with him. I never wanted this to happen." "That's enough." Locke cut Wilbur off. "You can drop the act. We're all businessmen here, and there's no way you don't know about that ancient trade route since you've worked with Haron and Molton. You're here for that treasure, aren't you?"

' Before I could retort, Loma's imperious voice suddenly cut in over the comms, making me flinch. "Finally stumbling across some small piece of your objective, I see. How...utterly underwhelming," the arrogant scholar mocked. "Did you simple-minded mutts truly believe unearthing the Archive's full power would prove so effortless?" Sucking in a sharp breath, I realized she was right. This single book, while promising, represented only a miniscule fraction of the profound ancestral secrets I'd been tasked with reclaiming. Disappointment and frustration welled up, making my shoulders slump.

I demanded, voice shaking but fierce. He smirked, stepping closer. “Safe. For now. But you’ll be begging for her freedom soon enough.” I sank to the floor, trembling, feeling hopeless. But beneath the despair, a fire burned. Damien would find me. He had to. I just had to hold on. I clenched my jaw and wiped my tears. This wasn’t the end. It was just the beginning. Damien’s footsteps were quick but careful as he approached the warehouse. His jaw was tight, eyes burning with determination and rage. He had tracked Nico here, piecing together every clue, following the trail without hesitation.

My lips curled into a sad small smile, I had only gone to bury my locket that day but I got cured. “That’s how I know I’m not imagining this. I have proof though.” I stretched the book I had taken from the pack archives to them. “Here,” I said, holding it out for them to see. “This will tell you everything.” Jack stepped closer to me before taking it. His fingers brushed mine briefly, but his expression remained guarded as he flipped through the pages.