Lockwood And Co Book Novels & Stories

I had decided to walk the entirety of the study, remembering my playful antics there as a kid, my father showing me around and telling me I would have the whole thing to myself as soon as I became Alpha after him. I had been excited to learn I was going to own a multitude of collections and looked forward to it. I walked to the posterior end where my eyes caught an unusual bookcase. It was one of the antique bookcases that were quite still sturdy and should have been marked for yard sale. I was intrigued by the intricate design of a steel wolf on the lock and what caught my entire attention and grabbed me in a chokehold was the full picture on the lock. A wolf stretched around a lady human w

He examined the lock and pulled a thin wire from the necklace around his neck, a tool Debra had never noticed before. He twisted a little, and the lock clicked open. Debra's eyes widened in surprise. "You can pick locks?" "A little." "Then why didn't you try the lock on the door?" "That door lock was too complex for me. Besides, you had questions to ask Ralph." Inside the box lay old account books, their covers yellowed with age. The handwriting was elegant and masterful. "These are the account books of my family." Debra's eyes scanned the titles. And there are books from the Potter, Houston, and Osborne families too."

CHAPTER 33 ALPHA LINCOLN'S POV I and Sean walked into my office to sit down and get a good look at the book my father had given to us. Since Sean was here, I decided to read it out for both of us to hear at the same time, to save time. "THE SOULBOUND LOCKET", was the title of the book and when we opened it, there was a drawing of the Locket. It was ancient from the looks of things as expected and an ornate piece that was crafted with ethereal silver. To add it up the Locket was adorned with enchanting gemstones.

She wanted to save her co-defenders so badly, but at the same time, she didn't want to put the life of the rest of the creatures in danger. Instead of overthinking about it, she spent her time looking for an interesting book to read inside the library that could possibly help her in the near future. She started reading all the titles of the books that are organized in the lower section of the huge wide shelves. Nothing still caught her attention, so she raised her head and used her ability to fly to start searching on the higher section. A few seconds when she was about to give up, a unique book caught her attention. It was titled "reverse," which was also written backward. She quickly pulle

As she recalled his embarrassed look, she smiled broadly. Meanwhile, he flipped through the documents that he was holding. These were all the information regarding the cooperation between the Locke Group and the Langston Group, and it would possibly take half a day to read through these thick bundles of documents without missing a word. “It’s about the cooperation between the Locke Group and Langston Group.” As he spoke, he pushed the documents aside. He would need to bring it along later for the date, and it could be said that he indeed spent a great effort just to meet Heather.

She said as she handed me the book. I contemplate each feature of the book, and I can say nothing is special about it. Aside from two things. It has a hardbound leather cover embroidered with gold. It’s old fashioned, I can say. “No one has read that yet maybe because they won’t be able to can open that." She said, and that what caught my attention. Why would a book not be able to be open? It has no lock in the first place! "And, by the way, the last one to open that was Paxton." She said and suddenly disappear in just a snap.

Lockwood Industries Head office 59th Floor "Sir, these are the records of the last week's shipments." John says handing him over the list, slight fear evident in his eyes. Ashton Lockwood was indeed a completely unexpected and unpredictable man and this made people fear him. Ashton's eyes remain fixed on a name on the list a little longer. John gulped his saliva and started to explain. "Sir they sen-" A show of hand from Ashton's side made John to go back to silence.

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.

The remaining proxy directors leaned forward, their eyes widening, while the hum of the air conditioning seemed to vanish entirely, leaving only the sound of heavy, anxious breathing. ​The video footage displayed the dimly lit, private executive library inside the Lockett family's private estate in the high-rent district of Bukit Timah. The room on the screen was familiar—a grand space wrapped in floor-to-ceiling mahogany bookshelves, dark leather armchairs, and expensive amber liquor decanters resting on marble sideboards.

MARIE: The Rules of Lockwood Lockwood wasn’t a house. It was a system. It had a high fence, tall windows, and doors that clicked loudly every time they closed. The floors were shiny, and the air smelled like cleaning spray and something sad. The grown-ups wore uniforms. The kids didn’t. They had told me my bed was number twelve. A small metal frame with a mattress that felt like folded towels. My sheets were itchy. There was a locker for my things. I had only a bag and Crumbs, and I didn’t let anyone touch him.