Locked On Novel Novels & Stories

Nova locked her bedroom door even though she knew it wouldn't matter. In a house like this, a lock was just decoration, something to make her feel like she still had control. But she didn't. Not when Damian Drăghici had been studying her for years. Not when he'd drawn her curves like he owned them. Not when he'd known her favorite flower before she remembered it herself. She didn't sleep that night. She couldn't. Not with the memory of his voice whispering against her skin.

Monica turned her phone to me and I leaned closer to where she was on her bed. On a social media app, Noah was sitting in his room, reading passages from my novel. These passages were about a human girl main character who sent gifts to her werewolf lover. After every passage, Liam would grin at the camera and pan it to the exact same gift that I had given him. “That bastard,” I said, shooting up from the ground. I yanked the door open. “Where are you going?” Monica asked, surprise all over her face. “I’m going to go find Noah.”

Luna Lawson "That's by the way, let me see what these books are all about, are they novels or knight books?" I asked as I approached the table and stared at the written content on the novel cover. "They're surely romantic books. Can I get something different from this? I don't like romance books," I asked Abigail as I frowned, seeing the three books had erotic drawings on them. "No, that's what the female dragons like to read. I don't have access to warrior books, as only Aaron and his majesty have the keys to the male library."

Already he gazes at me with single-minded devotion. It's almost too easy. With each tender gesture and loving word from Roman, I come closer to having him fully under my spell. Once our mating is formalised and I am established as his cherished Luna, none will dare challenge whatever I command in the Pack. Dorian and Lily's fates will be sealed. "You seem distracted, my moon," Roman murmurs, his thumb stroking over my knuckles. "What preoccupies your thoughts tonight?" I quickly compose my expression into an adoring smile. "Nothing of importance, my Alpha. Just reminiscing a bit is all."

POV: Luna The library was supposed to be locked after hours. Restricted archives were supposed to be completely inaccessible to students. Forbidden sections were supposed to remain forbidden for very good reasons. Nova picked the lock in under thirty seconds. "Where did you learn to do that?" Aria whispered, impressed despite circumstances. "Summer job. Locksmith's assistant. Turns out being naturally sneaky translates well to legitimate security work. Also translates well to illegitimate breaking and entering when necessary." We slipped inside. The library was dark. Empty. Perfect for midnight research session that would probably get us expelled if caught but felt absolutely necessary given

They told her carrying her sister’s child was the only way to earn the right to breath. For seven month she was a prisoner. Carrying the baby of the same guy she loved from high school down to college… the same guy married to her sister. She lost the baby after a tragic incident leading to the loss of her womb. Then an accident dragging her to a coma. Waking up a year later she’s locked up in a villa. Owned by a billionaire who looks exactly like the ghost of her past. He claims he saved her from a murder attempt orchestrated by her own flesh and blood. But as Seraphina looks into his cold, possessive eyes, she realizes the man standing before her isn't just the ghost of her past. He

It's why most wolves only share their heats with established mates or those they intend to mate permanently. After she leaves, I continue preparing the cabin, trying to ignore the increasing sensitivity of my skin, the way scents suddenly seem stronger, sharper. Nova paces anxiously, caught between excitement and fear. What if Dane doesn't come back? What if he does, but hasn't truly ended things with Aria? What if he's just like Liam—full of promises until the moment it actually matters? A knock at the door interrupts my spiraling thoughts. My heart jumps to my throat as Nova surges forward, instantly recognizing the scent even before I open the door.

Because another document had opened automatically. A photograph. Her photograph. Taken two years ago. Outside a courthouse. A place she visited almost every day. Her stomach dropped. Then another image appeared. A coffee shop. Another appeared. A bookstore. Another. Another. Another. Photos from different years. Different locations. Different moments. Someone had been watching her long before HeartLock existed in her life. Nova looked horrified. "This is stalking." Nobody disagreed. Orion stepped toward the television. His expression looked genuinely shaken now. "Shut it down."

More serious. More mysterious. Orion stood near a large wooden table covered with books. Lyra was already there. So was Kael. The fact that her father looked unusually tense did not improve Nova's mood. "What's going on?" she asked. Orion gestured toward the table. "I found something." Nova approached. Several books lay open before him. Most contained illustrations of symbols and family crests. One page immediately caught her attention. A symbol identical to the mark on her wrist. Her stomach tightened.

“But I’m still allowed to dislike it.” That warmth in me moved again despite everything. I reached for the book. The lock looked the same as before, smooth and shut and waiting with that tiny sharp point hidden in plain sight. I pressed my finger to it more carefully this time, braced for the sting. It came a heartbeat later. Quick. Sharp. Familiar now. A bead of blood welled and touched the lock. Ronan’s whole body tightened. The book opened.