Lockwood And Co Book Novels & Stories

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."

A lockbox is fixed to the wall–built within it. The room blurs. I forget where I am as I send my powers into the lockbox. Metal sizzles until the frame comes loose from the wall, and the little metal door falls into my hand. I toss it behind me and reach inside, praying, my fingertips grazing cash and jewelry before finding… the book. “Yes,” I hiss, smiling deliriously as I pull the book from its hiding place, clutching the small, black leather cover and rocking back on my heels. I flip through the pages, confirming it’s the copy, the only book of its kind in existence.

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.

To a stranger, it looked like a weathered rock with two small, oval craters—just natural erosion. I opened my locket and pulled out the tiny, intricate key. My hands were trembling so much I almost dropped it. I pressed the key into the center of the craters and turned. Click. A small, perfectly concealed stone flap groaned open. Inside, wrapped in heavy plastic to protect it from the Pennsylvania damp, was a thick, leather-bound book. Carter’s Ledger. I pulled it out, my breath catching in my throat. I opened the first page, the ink faded but legible.

Several pointed subtly toward the white-haired older Alpha seated quietly at the far end. I turned toward Lockwood. And he stared directly back at me. What an interesting fellow? The old man had lost something important; and that's fear. At first it almost amused me. Then I realized he was maintaining eye contact deliberately. Everyone in this room knew I despised that. “I heard you brought extra dogs,” I said evenly. “What for?” Still staring into my eyes, Lockwood answered, “For nothing precisely. Is the Alpha displeased?” There was composure in his voice that had never existed before.

Upon hearing what Jordyn had just said, Wynn stilled for a moment as a subtle smile played on her lips. The beginner and advanced editions of this book had the same cover. Wynn was reading the advanced edition. She hadn't even encountered this sort of detailed content during her PhD, let alone in her undergrad. She had been reading a lot lately, and since Linda visited the Lockets almost every day, she knew the book had both a beginner and advanced version. At Jordyn's words, she figured Celeste was definitely reading the beginner's version. She almost burst into laughter. However, since Trevor and Beck were there, she held it back.

He yelled, and I cringed at how angry he was. "Hey, man, chillax," Liam said calmly to his twin. "I don't know where the hell you hear that from. Don't ever ask about that again," Logan's voice went lower but still angry. I braced myself and took the courage to ask him. "Then what about the book." "What book?" He says in confusion as anger contorted the features of his face. "Your book of names of all the girls you've been in with? They have the start to the end dates next to their names. That book." I look straight into his eyes. "Tell me, Logan. Is my name in the book?"

"Talent will always shine when given the opportunity. Oh, Austin, Dominion now holds this land which I have given to Brock as a retirement plan. "But now, this piece of land is soaring to great heights thanks to you." He had dominated the business field for many years, but he had never seen a pre-sales event building up with such high levels of anticipation before. As the whole city was involved in enthusiastic discussions, no one doubted the results of the pre-sale. Business would be nothing but booming! Jacob sighed, a doubtful and stern expression appearing on his face. "But what had happened for Mr. Lockwood to leave all of a sudden? Did I make the right or wrong choice in the bet last t

Joel POV “You dicks ready to get out of lockdown?” the CO barks as he walks by finishing count. “Really?” Shotgun asks hopefully. Me, I never get too hopeful. When it comes to the COs in my pod, I’ll believe it when I see it. I’ve been disappointed more than once and have learned the hard way not to be too optimistic when it comes to promises from the ones in charge around here. Once the CO has passed, I flop back onto the bottom bunk and turn on a television show. Not so much for me, but Shotgun doesn't have a television and I know he will want to kill some time watching something before they hopefully let us out for breakfast.

Cross had come to meet for this business deal. He looked as polished as ever, but behind those expensive clothes and fake smile, his eyes were filled with something else. Lust. The last time I saw him, the way he looked at me made my skin crawl. Something about him wasn't adding up, and my gut told me he was bad news. I could tell he was in his early fifties… Yes, I remembered now—it was Mr. Lockwood. He stepped closer, and instinctively, I shifted back. The atmosphere thickened with discomfort. There was something about him that made my skin crawl.