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."

' 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.

Locke’s eyebrow arched, and he leaned in towards Eva. “You seem to be real popular with all sorts of folk,” he whispered. “I’m a people person deep down,” she replied softly. He glanced down at the Handcannon holstered on her thigh. He was certain that it wasn’t standard issue equipment for any kind of ‘People Person’. “This is Nightmare,” said Amal. “He’s got a boatload of felonies under his belt, but they aren’t even the last of it. We did a whole lot of digging and found way, way more.”

"I didn't take her from you. Remember you locked her up in the cell the last time she saw her. And for the company, I think it's best you experience things that are about to unfold yourself and not being told." He stated with in a condescending tone. Oliver looked pitiable and I cursed myself for allowing his sudden fake humility to get to me. I made to get into the car, but his gaze fell on me, this time it looked soft, calm, and beckoning. "There's so much you need to know Amelia, trust me." "You too." I replied back. "I'm no longer the Amelia you threw around. Tell me, why haven't you arrested the girl that stole your royal stone yet? Huh? Seems like you've suddenly realized that everythi

Hear his moans in my ears. Am I really going to marry this man? Do dreams come true to this degree? I am going to be living, eating, sleeping and breathing my obsession very soon. And I don't think my conscience is strong enough to stop me anymore. Not when I've gotten to know the real man, gotten to know his heart and mind and habits. I'm not equipped with enough willpower to do the right thing anymore. God help me. Locke gives me a lopsided smile, apologizing with his eyes for the delay in coming back to me. I also notice him scoping out the vicinity for men, assuring himself that none of them are approaching me. My fiancé is extremely jealous.

Piero's pupils shrank, and his body shook. I watched his reaction, my chest heavy, like a stone was crushing it. Five years of love were hard to let go of. I still clung to a shred of hope. Maybe it was Vivian's one-sided story; maybe the photos were fake. But Piero's reaction confirmed it. He and Vivian were married. He forced a stiff smile, his voice shaky. "What are you talking about? I..." I cut him off, pointing out, "You may not know, but you touch your earlobe when you lie."