Lockwood And Co Books Novels & Stories

Zane whispers words in a language I don’t understand. Suddenly, black smoke with a life of its own wraps around us. Chills run up and down my spine as goosebumps show on my arms. It’s cold, and I realize it’s not smoke. It’s a fucking shadow with glowing amber eyes. What the fuck kind of warlock is Zane? The one thing I didn’t ask him was what his coven practiced.

Without Ami to distract me, there was nowhere to hide from the storm brewing inside. As CEO of Lockhart Digital Entertainment, I had access to the consortium archives. I’d never had reason to use that clearance until now. I wanted records. Details. Every project, every transaction from thirteen years ago. But the system shut me down. Access denied. Again. And again. I could see vague project descriptions from that year, but the files themselves? Restricted. The firewall was conveniently selective it only blocked access to data from the year my aunt and uncle died. There was no denying it now. Someone wanted those records buried.

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.

"Vance gives you the vials, Tarni. He doesn't read the ledgers. He doesn't look at where the ledger pages have been torn out." ​I frowned, the tension in my shoulders tightening until it hurt. "What ledgers?" ​Locke didn't answer right away. He reached into his grey silk coat, pulling out a small, leather-bound notebook tied with a frayed yellow ribbon. He didn't open it; he just rested his long, pale fingers against the cover, tapping a slow, rhythmic beat against the leather.

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.

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.

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.

“Oh my God… is that the one owned by Diana Lockwood?” “Well, yes,” I said, a bit surprised but secretly pleased they knew of her. “So, you’ve heard of it?” “Who hasn’t?” Lara jumped in. “Back at home, during our training, the Lockwood Fashion House was all our instructors ever talked about. Even though it was considered second to the Black Enterprise, when it comes to fashion? Even the Blacks acknowledged Lockwood as one of the best in the industry.” I blinked, genuinely stunned. “Wow… I’m impressed. My little sisters are pretty well-informed.”

Shasta asked, seeing Alice and Janet chatting. "No, not at all. Come in. I want to discuss the job with both of you. We have at least two openings at present. Alice, why don't you have a seat on the sofa with Shasta while we discuss the job we want you both for." They both sat on the sofa, Janet sitting beside Alice. Lisa and I took seats in the loungers. "Lisa and I own our own business, currently under my husband's company umbrella, though we're hoping to break out of his company shortly. We build bondage furniture. We currently have two other employees; Janet, sitting here with us, and Reneé, another woman."

I'm gone. I'm sorry. I don't quite remember the circumstances that got me to you specifically. The day I layed my eyes on you in that pool area, I felt an emotion awaken in me. I felt the need to protect you. I always thought you needed me to protect you but, it was me who needed you more than you needed me. You completed me. You still complete me. You gave me a son. You brought out the best and the worst. Showed me a true purpose I would have loved to pursue: Having you and Mars and bein a family. So thank you for being by my side even when I was a danger to the both of you. Thank you for being able to take the intiative if leaving, giving him away to protect him. Thank you for loving me th