Lockwood And Co Books Novels & Stories

Uncle Roderick had always been very distracted. I reached for a picture of him and his brother with my mother. Both he and Papa had the same red hair that I had. My mother, on the other hand, always stood out from the family with her blond mane. I carefully ran my fingers over the photo. In the picture, the three looked so happy. At that time, none of them had known what horror would lurk in the future. Who would have expected to be killed by a couple of mutant dogs on their daughter's birthday?

Apart from the fact that I thought I saw a figure lounging around in the shadows, my curiosity ate me away. I pushed open the car door and hurried across the parking lot to the side door of the warehouse. I kept a close eye on the shadows, but no matter who - or what - had been hanging around there, it was probably gone now. At least I didn't see anything suspicious anymore. The first thing I noticed about the door was the lock. Not only did it make me wonder, it raised a bunch of new questions, because this wasn't a zero-eight-fifteen piece that was completely rusty, no, it was a brand new security lock, like the ones they are supposed to be for the new buildings were used. Almost proless-p

Inside the room, I found a small wooden table, a bookshelf full of books, and a comfortable armchair. “If it weren't for the dust, this place would be a perfect refuge for studying and reading,” I thought aloud as I examined the titles on the shelf. A book with a sturdy cover and a wolf emblem caught my attention. I tried to open it, but a lock protected its pages. I decided to apply some force, and it wasn't long before the lock yielded to my pressure. The title of the book was intriguing: “THE LEGACY OF THE MYSTICAL MOON PACK: THE RISE OF THE ALPHAS!”

You know Gloria was in Appleby last week. ‘I know,’ Lochlan said evenly. ‘I saw her car leaving the hotel.’ My stomach did a little dip. So that was the woman in the sleek car. Gloria Lockwood. Desmond took a swig of his drink. ‘Have you ever heard of The Keystones?’ Lochlan’s brow furrowed. ‘Of course. It’s that consortium. Less a business network, more a cult for the ethically vacant.’

I tried to keep a straight face, but the thought of being in the same room with Jade made me frown on default. I was ushered into the famous library of the Lockwoods. This room in the house was catered for and kept by Mrs. Lockwood herself. It was her safe haven. The woman was a popular author who was famous for her works on child fiction and adventure. It was only normal for her to adore her library more than any other room in the house.