Lockwood And Co Book Novels & Stories

blonde man says, no emotion in his voice… And he is gone. I stand in the doorstep not knowing what to do with myself.. Mr. Locke does not move … I look around and realize that the whole side of this floor is turned into his office… It is elegantly decorated.. The white marble statues of two ancient warriors flank each wall .. One holding a bow and another with a large sword.. The desk in the middle looks larger than my kitchen with black slab on top and minimal décor… There is a sitting area with beige and tan furniture and few chairs to match the neutral decor, but I stay frozen as I do not know what to do at this point…

- she asks “Coke, ice no lemon and a pack of chips” - she says. “Won’t be long” - the girl replies walking away. I focus on my paperwork again and I didn’t even notice the things being brought to Amelia. My attention is claimed by the pilot’s voice that is made heard by the speakers. “Miss Lockwood and Mr Wood, we will be taking off momentarily, would you please pay attention to the safety demonstration and please turn off your laptops and close the table until the seat belt sign is turned off”

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.

Lockwood International was an umbrella of tech, logistics, gems and jewellery subsidiaries, each growing exponentially over the past decade. He didn’t just inherit success; he built it from the ground up. All while simultaneously managing to take his pack from an unknown name to the most respected and feared pack in the country. The more I read about the way his businesses had scaled up, the more I awestruck I felt. It had taken me years with Nate to just get our pack running and functioning, and this man had so many companies, most of them profitable, all while his pack also ran smoothly. Respect crept in where resentment should’ve been.

He knew that soon, everything would fall back into place, soon Lockwood would stand on its feet again, but as he waited for that time to come, he enjoyed the warmth he got from his new family. Three years later, Lockwood took back its position as the top most respected company in New York and both Lillian and Shane knew nothing was going to shake its position again. They had merged with Williams Group just as Margaret had merged with Charlie’s company. Now as two companies under one, their greatness wasn’t slow in shining through.

The risks were enormous, but so were the rewards. The document of ownership for Lockwood Corporation was a ticking time bomb. I knew that. It was only a matter of time before it was contested. Taking Lockwood public was out of the question, not with the shadows looming over its ownership. But with this offer, I wouldn’t need to go public. I wouldn’t need to worry about the document anymore. Once the sale went through, I could embezzle the money, and by the time anyone realized what had happened, William and I would be long gone, living in some faraway paradise, wealthy beyond our wildest dreams.

Sophia’s POV The weight of the book in my hands felt heavier than it should. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as I read the words over and over again, trying my best to not believe what I was seeing. It is said that the last heir of the Lockwood bloodline would rise again, unmarked, hidden in plain sight… until the moon calls her home. I traced my fingers over my last name **LOCKWOOD** This book wasn’t just a record of old, forgotten wolves. It was about me.

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's doing the lord's work. This is the first time Locke has ever arranged a party for his software firm. And it's about time. I've only been slipping advertisements into his mailbox—real and virtual—for a year. "So what made you decide to plan a party, Mr. Atwood?" He realizes he's still standing up and takes a seat, but not before bumping the desk with his knee and wincing adorably. "Call me Locke, please." "Locke," I murmur, winking at him, watching the flush creep up his neck.

The head of Acme Group had been waiting at the hotel entrance early in the afternoon. Upon seeing Grace, he greeted her with great respect. "Ms. Lewis, I'm George Lockwood, Acme Group's president. Here's my business card." "Welcome to Dunhill, and thank you for choosing Acme Group." Grace nodded slightly and took his business card. The name "George" was printed on the golden business card. Grace smiled. "Mr. Lockwood, I've heard a lot about you."