Lockwood And Co Book Novelas e Histórias

Lorenzo frowned. “Good. Then tell us how you know Xavier Lockwood and why you wanted to see him so desperately,” Ross said in a calm voice. Lorenzo looked from Ross to Cain and fidgeted in his chair again. “It's just business, nothing else,” he muttered with quivering lips. “Please just let me go,” he cried. “What kind of business? And what does the cryptic message mean?” Ross pressed. “I.. I.. it's nothing, I swear. Mr Xavier and I are just honest gentlemen doing business together.”

And then I saw him, in a navy blue tuxedo, his dark brown hair gelled perfectly to the side, an air of nonchalance and ruthlessness around him that made me shiver. Of course I knew him, he was Adrien Lockwood, at just the age of thirty he is the successful CEO of the Lockwood Industry, the top leading industry in the world. His company dabbled in almost every business there is, he had five-star hotels, he manufactures cars, televisions, phones, and other electronic devices, he also has an entertainment agency, that was the best there is, it only signed very talented peopled and top actors and actresses. And a very well-known fact about him, he was very very ruthless.

Half smiling, MT led us into the majestic building of the Lockwood's and I was stunned by the scantiness of the building —no maids were in sight, no half-naked girls roaming with trembling feet, no enslaved adolescents were in view. A faint smile crossed my face as I was elated by what i saw. The ballroom was designed neatly but not as I had been expecting. Obviously, one could see that the design was done by an amateur as a lot of decor seemed to be almost crashing and the balloons were half deflated. Callus Lockwood approached me with a wide smile on his face but yet his eyes displayed animosity. "My Master," He said, bowing his head, "we're so grateful that you accepted our invitation."

Meet Michael Lockwood My name is Michael Lockwood, I’m the middle child of Raphael Lockwood. You might’ve heard about him. The Shark. He is known worldwide. Some people know him because of his Mafia business and others know him for his legit business. He’s not the easiest to work with and most people that go in his way ended up dead somewhere. That’s not how I want to do business. My brother took over his Mafia business and I took over Lockwood enterprises.

Star reached into her large handbag and pulled out the heavy leather-bound book. Dropping it on the table, she smirked in satisfaction when small particles of dust lifted from the surface, “This book contains every detail my father has collected on the Lockwood pack over the past ten years, it has everything from maps of the territory to patrol routines.” Stone’s greedy gaze fell on the book, but something in his gaze told her he wasn’t going to make it easy. “If your father had so much information on the pack, why did he never attack?” Stone’s eyes narrowed.

Nothing peculiar—. GOLDILOCKS. For some reason, that title stood out. Gold. Locks. These two words kept burning in my mind like they mean something. “Can it be?” My hand reached out before I could stop it. Experienced, my index finger hooked on the top of the title and pulled. Click, clack—SHWOOP! The entire row of books vanished at the blink of my eyes, and a gold safe deposit box greeted me. “Fuck, it’s password locked.” I breathed, my fingers running lightly across the keypad, my brain fiercely weighing the pros and cons. A grip of determination later, I’ve decided.

The librarian didn’t fall so much as… come unbound. Once the lockbook was out of its chest, its whole body lost the logic that had been holding it together. Volumes that had been ribs and limbs and vertebrae a heartbeat earlier juddered, then shook loose, tumbling in awkward cascades.

She fumbled it into the lock and twisted. Clack. The tumblers gave way with a heavy, oily thud. Lina lifted the lid. "Well?" Sophia prompted, her voice tight. Lina shone her light inside. No gold. No letters. Just a single, leather-bound ledger, its spine cracked like old bone. "It’s an accounting book," Lina whispered, flipping through pages of dense, handwritten ink. "Logistics, Soph. Dates, weights, coordinates. It’s not just money—it’s the cargo."

"The tutoring coordinator. She sent us a message just now, claiming you covered up something involving Noah two years ago. Something similar to what's happening now." Lockwood was quiet for a long moment, his jaw working, exhaustion and something like old, buried guilt settling heavy over his weathered features. Finally, he sighed, sinking into his chair. "Sit down," he said quietly. "Both of you. This is a longer story than you're expecting."

"They're not hiding in the shadows anymore, boss. They're actively provoking you." Lorenzo stood up, pulling down his cuffs. "Then they will deeply regret the day they chose to play this game." Upstairs, Lorrie was carefully arranging the historic, leather-bound books Lorenzo had bought at the auction. She still couldn't entirely comprehend that he had dropped a million dollars on them. He insisted it was merely a smart asset acquisition, not a gesture meant for her. At least, that was what his pride demanded he say. She pulled one beautifully preserved, forest-green novel from its gilded sleeve. As she did, a piece of heavy, aged parchment slipped out from between the pages and fluttered to