Lockwood And Co Novels & Stories

Nobody would have guessed that behind her eyes she was screaming. “Act normal. Be the woman they thought you never will be.” The elevator doors slid open on the twelfth floor. My assistant half rose from her desk, her face pale. "Ma'am, Mr. Lockwood is in your office. He's been here since seven." Adrian stood at the glass with his back to the room, hands buried in his pockets. He hadn't shaved. His tie hung loose, and the coat he'd worn the night before was still wrinkled across his shoulders. He looked like a man who had spent the whole night driving in circles.

He doesn't just play ‘Dad’ he could be called their Dad. “I handled all the shipments that arrived, the farm is going well, all thirteen farms don't have an issue and our new products seem to be going well. The testers said it's good, all negotiations went well except… “ “Except?” Andrea cut him off. She hates things going wrong. “Yeah, except for Mr. Lockwood. He didn't agree,” he said and Andrea raised her brows, surprised. “Really? Did he find another buyer?” “I don't think so, ma’am. I just think he doesn't want to sell the land to you,” he replied and Andrea was more surprised.

Just promise me you won't say anything to my wife! I nodded my head. "I always stay true to my words. I won't tell her everything if you tell me the truth, but if you try to lie-- "It was all planned. Back then, my company was still starting. Lockwood holdings is known in the world as the wealthiest and most successful company. Because of them, us businessmen of small companies can't even taste a tinge of success. And someone came up with a plan, and that is t-to stop the Lockwood family from running the entire business world. Since I badly wanted to be successful, I joined the team..."

It was registered under Hollis Inc. Hollis. Haven't heard of the name before. In our world, it was a good thing. Because, knowing a family name, meant two things— To repay kindness or to Inflict cruel pain till death. Although recently, it's been the latter— People need to learn how to stop poke nosing. I looked up the name, Hollis. A family company ran by a couple — Salvatore Hollis and Marilyn Hollis. I glanced at the girl on my couch and then at my screen, there was not a thing related to her.

The mansion loomed ahead like some cursed monument—cold, dark, and monstrous beneath the moonlight. Adrian slammed his car door shut and charged up the steps. No knocking. No hesitation. Jordan and Noah were right behind him. They burst through the front doors—and froze at the grotesque scene inside. Mr. Lockwood, half-naked and smug, reclined like a king on his leather throne. A tumbler of liquor dangled from his fingers. One woman, in barely-there lace, climbed into his lap, giggling as she kissed his neck. Another knelt between his legs, her head bobbing, her hands clutching his thighs.

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.

The building was located at the back of the Lockwood family's exclusive estate—named the Lockwood Private Medical Center, complete with a special floor dedicated to fertility and elite reproductive services. Bella arrived in a black company-logoed car, accompanied by Mrs. Reeds. There was no waiting line. No waiting room. As soon as she stepped inside, three white-clad staff members immediately escorted her to the fourth floor. Along the hallway walls, photos of the Lockwood family were displayed: weddings, children, charitable projects, and a portrait of young Aaron standing beside Lucie with a perfect smile. Bella felt as though she were entering a family shrine. And she wasn’t a pilgrim—s

On the back, in neat handwriting: Lockwood Steel and Pembroke Holdings Joint Venture Groundbreaking, 2011. Lockwood Steel. Xander’s father’s company. My hands went numb. My father and Xander’s father had worked together? I set the photo aside with trembling fingers and pulled out the next items. Newspaper clippings, also yellowed with age, the paper brittle at the edges. LOCKWOOD STEEL PROJECT COLLAPSES AMID ALLEGATIONS OF FRAUD The headline blurred as I tried to focus. I blinked, forcing myself to read. [A massive joint construction project between Lockwood Steel and Pembroke Holdings has collapsed amid allegations of financial misconduct. The $300 million development, which was supposed to

My son-in-law, Thomas Clifford, frowned at me and said, "Fiona, this coat has always been stored in the closet in the second bedroom. You're the only one who has worn it in the past few days. No one else has touched it, so the money that was inside…" He didn't finish his sentence, but the accusation in his words was crystal clear. I looked at my daughter, Hannah Westfield, and waited for her input. I didn't expect her to stretch out her hand toward me.

“I understand your position, James. However, let me remind you that MJ Modeling just came out of bankruptcy. The reality is, you need the financial stability and support of Lockwood Corporation to ensure your growth is sustainable. Lockwood pulled in $6 billion last year, and our projections indicate an even higher revenue this year. Partnering with us will exponentially increase your market reach and product sales.” James and the others exchanged glances, the weight of my words sinking in. They knew they couldn’t afford to pass up this lifeline. After a moment of tense silence, James nodded. “You make a compelling argument, Mr. Lockwood. We accept your terms.” We finalized the paperwork, si