Locke Lamora Book Novels & Stories

Holding back, I change the tempo until I'm sliding in and out so slowly my dick feels like it's going to explode. Lorena lets out a tiny mewl, her muscles spasming around my cock, and I finally let myself come. By tomorrow she will be Mrs Moravia, she doesn't just know it yet.

⚠️⚠️ Author Note ⚠️⚠️ Hello everyone. This is the last chapter of The Lovable daughter. I would like to thank all of you for the amazing support and the amazing reviews. Don’t forget to follow me on Instagram. The Heir Mafia boss is already ongoing. It is the third book of The shark mafia boss. It is Gabriel’s story. Amelia is still a secondary character in that book. I hope you enjoyed The Lovable daughter as much as I enjoyed writing it.

"None of us is bleeding to death, so I think it's progress." We ate in silence, the delicate clatter of plates masked the pregnant silence. Until I couldn't take it anymore. "Is this how it's going to be?" I asked, cutting the lamb with a knife. "What?" Lucas stopped mid-chew to asses confusedly. His beautiful five-o'clock shadow emphasized his bone structure, his eyes laced with desire and amusement. I took it all in. Lucas De Marchi will soon be my husband. My stomach did a turn, but I washed it away with wine.

The treasure trail of dark hair led down to my prize. He caught my hands and when I looked up into his eyes, I was held captive by the pure desire that exuded from his burning gaze “Lamia” He croaked my name, sending a pulse straight to my core. “I want to be gentle, I don’t know how to be gentle, and you’re making it so damn hard little wolf.”

“Elio was persuasive. He said the pack needed this. A way to preserve his knowledge if anything happened to him. I believed him.” I flipped through the pages. “And now you want to fix it? After weeks of me losing myself? After my own sister cried because I smell wrong?” He looked almost sorry. “I did not know it would be this messy. The binding took stronger than expected. Your soul fought harder than most.” I closed the book hard. “Because it is my life. My memories. My scent. You tried to steal all of it.” Lorne stepped around the table. “Take the book. Study the spell. We can do it together. Quietly. No one else needs to know.”

"It won't open with a key, child. No blacksmith in the Twelve Kingdoms could force that lock." ​She leaned in, her sharp eyes locking directly onto mine with absolute, undeniable certainty. "It will only break its seal when it recognizes the dormant, uncorrupted blood of the Supreme Luna." ​My breath hitched, my heart hammering like a trapped bird against my ribs. I looked at the pulsing silver light, then down at my own hand. I was just Amara. The heavy girl. The wolfless disappointment. ​Slowly, deliberately, I raised my hand. My fingers shook so violently I almost pulled away, but the memory of my father's handwriting gave me a sudden, unyielding spine.

* The moment Liara closed the book, one of the pages ended up tearing a small part by getting stuck into her bracelet. "Oh, no!" She muttered and looked at the torn piece of paper. The torn pack was from the picture of all the family members of the Alpha family of the Silver Moon Pack. "I need to fix this." She muttered and kept that part in her pocket. She went near the librarian to get a cello tape, and when she returned back. Her book was missing again. While the other book that Alaric had stolen yesterday, 'The history of Lycan,' was already on her table. 'What is this vampire up to?' Destiny growled in anger.

' 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.

Those disturbing images raided my brain, repeating like my grandmother's broke track record. Nausea swirled unrestrained in my empty stomach. My heart felt like my blood had become tar as it struggled to keep a steady beat. A black cloud hung over me as if rain on my sorrow down on me where I went. I know Liam is a guy who has his needs but does he go around messing with every girl he sees? I'm on his checklist of girls. Yeah, let me try fucking an orphan Indian girl that doesn't know much about her origin...blah...blah...blah.

It wasn’t listed in any index. No title. No author. Just a cover etched with a symbol that made my wolf cower. A circle of jagged teeth. --- Ronan ignited a candle, the glow flickering warmly in the shadowed room. No electricity, no technology. “Words this old don’t tolerate wires,” he muttered, placing the flame gently between us. I didn’t bother to question his knowledge. I simply opened the book. The first line snagged my breath: “Where the Lock bleeds and the Keyhole binds, the Door will open. And beyond it waits the Nameless Moon.”