Sean Lock Books Novels & Stories

Trevor's POV I got back to the hall faster than I had left it, moving with the specific energy of someone who needed to look normal but was carrying about five things that were not normal at all. The room Sean and I had been in was somewhere behind me and Anna Parkhill was somewhere in this building with everything she needed to burn both of our lives down. Even though Sean had told me he would handle it, and I had left because he asked me to, and now I was standing in the corridor outside the lock-in hall trying to assemble my face into something that did not broadcast any of the above…

“Sean!” The well-built assistant came to his master's side. “Give this insolent girl ten slaps!” Frank and his guards gasped. Sean was no ordinary assistant. He was the most feared former special force member. He could swim across a strait, defeat a hundred enemy troops single-handedly, and break ten bricks in one blow. "Wait, Grandpa! Kara didn't mean to harm me. This problem doesn't need to be exaggerated," Frank said panicked. “She herself has agreed. One slap will save one guard, and the tenth will save herself," Rowan said lightly before turning to the side. “Sean!”

Brian hijacked the book from her. "Oh my, I've been looking for it, she is so talented" Brian gasped while I and Sarah rolled their eyes at the same time "Look at this art bro, even with a pen it's so detailed," he said showing it to Sean, who isn't so engrossed to it unlike Brian. "But why will she faint after drawing these great masterpieces?" He asked, finally looking up from the book. "That's what you should be asking instead of gushing over the Art" Sean said, taking the book from him.

Chapter 2: Pleasuring Each Other Ever since Janine kissed Sean, something shifted between them. Others might have noticed it, but each time their eyes meet, when sarcastic remarks are now laced with hidden desire, the tension between them grows. "Still a bookworm?" Sean snatched the book Janine was reading from the table she placed it on. "Science? I thought you were reading romance crap." "Give it back, Sean." Janine said firmly, no longer stuttering and she's now maintaining eye contact with her bully. Her eyes held unspeakable anger and bravery.

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 quiet and peaceful. Something that never lasts in a pack of werewolves, especially if you're an omega.

Sean must be inside one of them, waiting for death. He listened carefully. Boots were thudding somewhere above, followed by the screeching of something heavy, probably concrete. The sick realization struck him. He had minutes, maybe fewer. He tried a door. Locked. Another one. Locked. And then—a rustle of clicking. There was a key in the third door. He turned it and stole inside. Sean lay on the bunk, his face pale under the dim light. He glared up suddenly. "Who the devil are you?"

"What did you say? Say it again!" Sean snapped back to his senses. He hurriedly changed the subject. "I'm going to buy some books about intimate relationships. Sir, you're so smart. Miss Naomi will definitely fall for you!" After that, Sean hurriedly turned around and left. That night, Jack really studied the book Sean bought back, and he learned it well. The next morning, Jack asked Sean to order a big bouquet of flowers and send them to the Green Residence to cheer Naomi up. However...

Rainey chuckled and asked, "So you can't keep it up?" Sean couldn't help but roll his eyes. He then replied, "What kind of books have you been reading? It's teaching you nonsense." Rainey laughed. "I'll never tell you. But I can help you with the thing you wanted to try the other day." She was visibly shy as she said that. Sean's face was red as he choked once more. Rainey chuckled. "I never thought you'd be shyer than me. Well, I'll stop joking with you now. I'll go back to my room."

Ryan Lennox. The name alone sent a forbidden thrill through Sean’s veins. Twenty-two years old, majoring in literature with a sharp, rebellious mind that constantly challenged him. Ryan wasn’t just brilliant—he was dangerously magnetic. Lean but athletic from years on the university swim team, with tousled dark hair that fell into hazel eyes full of mischief, and a mouth that curved into smirks far too knowing for his age. He sat in the front row every lecture, legs spread just enough to draw Sean’s gaze, lips parting around thoughtful (or deliberately provocative) questions.

I said in amazement, looking at his bookshelf full of books on business and several certificates of the man's success as a businessman. I was just about to reach his gym equipment when Sean hugged me from behind, giving me a gentle peck behind my ear. "I put it there so I can keep exercising when I'm busy." I nodded in understanding, remembering that next to Sean's room was his private study. I felt somewhat amused when the man moved on to kiss the back of my other ear and pressed his lips there a little longer. "Sean?" Sean's hands became bolder to grab my breasts and squeeze them until I sighed.