Sean Lock Books Novels & Stories

Letta tried to calm herself and think positively, hoping that her phone was in Sean's hands. Letta then decided to grab a few books to divert her now increasingly negative thoughts, ignoring the food she had only lightly touched. Letta hoped that Sean would return soon, at least with someone around, she could still feel a bit calm. However, reading a few books didn't seem to calm her down. Letta continued to remember the phone, and her movement stopped when she pulled out a thick book that turned out to be a photo album. Letta brought the photo album to the chair and smiled as she looked at the face of a beautiful little girl, who turned out to be Sean.

That’s all that rang in my head as I cringed from the lustful conversation we’ve just had. “Quite a charmer, isn’t he.” My heart dropped. I looked to my right and saw one of the socialites standing next to me, staring at Diego who was already in Eleanor’s circle. How long had I been staring at him exactly?! “I’m Sean.” He extended his arm for a shake. He wasn’t particularly familiar, and I mentally catalogued him as useless to my cause, because he was. I shook his hand. “Lily. Rookwood.” “Of course, I know you…”

"Also, Lady Katherine's name was written on it." "Did they noticed you?" "No." Raya replied while shaking his head. "Their archives are old and it seems like no one has visited them for years." "Good." I quietly read the documents. It was detailed and deeply concerning. I checked the other documents and saw it was more than just a simple record of Katherine's life. This feels like an observation documents which included several notes about her sealed wolf. "Is this true?" I asked while I flipped through the pages. "The Silvermoon Pack bound her wolf?"

With the sudden yank of my arm, sean pulled me beside him and spoke in a soft tone “Wh-what is it? I was trying to fetch us a carriage” “Hm, I have a better mode of transportation than a carriage” Pulling away from his arms, it felt awkward on my side since there is too much skinship. Did the author create her characters as individuals without personal privacy? without batting an eye, sean took out a piece of old paper. There was a drawing of a pentagram in red ink, I vividly remember that the person I am with has the capability and a very good means of transportation “Ah I see” Sean had this puzzled expression written all over his face as if he was dumbfounded by the fact that I was not sur

"You will help me find it." His tone was firm. He wasn't asking but ordering. But Sean, his brother, didn't want to take part in the search for the four books of Goratar. "I'm not taking part, that shit is just as dangerous as fighting with Dominus," Sean complained. He had less time here, his father would begin rummaging for him anytime soon. "Finding the exact location of something is one of your specialties, and I need it before Dominus gets his hand on it."

Watched his childhood friend breathe through a tube. And whispered under his breath, “I’m going to make them pay for touching you…” The villa was quiet,She hated it. She’d already tried reading. One of the novels on Sean’s bookshelf is a classic about war and lost love. But she couldn’t concentrate. Every sentence blurred into Ethan’s voice... or Sean’s eyes… or that nightmare room in the mansion. She pressed the book against her chest and exhaled. Sean hadn’t said when he’d be back. Just that he was going to check on Ethan.

"What's that?" Sean unlock it and brought out a silver locket, he has a key hole at the edge and it looks so beautiful with the way it sparkles. He made her turned as he wore it around her neck. She rest her fingertip at the locket as she tried to feel what was inside. "You see this locker?", He asked and she nodded her head in respond. Sean lowered his head towards her neck and whispered into her ear," Only I have the key to it, same I have the key to your heart"

Sean asked and I was forced to agree. Sean shut and locked the door as I took a look around and scanned for a note. After the one we found on the back of the picture at the cabin, there hasn't been another and I wondered if the note guy had finally stopped since he saw that I was taking them seriously now. I shook my head and sat at my office as I started up the laptop and pulled out the first book I worked for about thirty minutes while Sean pulled a book from my bookshelf and read as he relaxed on the couch. It was quite and peaceful. Something that never lasts in a pack of werewolves, especially if you are an Omega.

I asked, still puzzled by his line of thought. “You should. You've always had a book with you.” He said. I let out a low chuckle, “A romantic book on my shelf. You think I spend time reading about how a mafia don falls in love with a maid?” I was a little irritated with the fact that Tamara's falling in love played in my head. That was bullshit. Impossible. “Get her a few books if you care so much about what she'd be reading,” I said. “I'll think about that,” Sean said. He walks to take a seat in front of me. “What did you want to talk to me about?” He asked.

“Parang gusto ko na lang maging halaman.” “Impossible.” “Bakit?” “Too argumentative.” Napatawa ako kahit pagod. Nakakabawas pala talaga ng bigat kapag may taong marunong kang patawanin sa gitna ng breakdown. Habang nagpapahinga kami sandali, napansin kong may hawak ding sariling readings si Sean. Makapal, highlighted, at punong-puno ng sticky notes. “Anong subject mo ngayon?” tanong ko.