Sean Lock Books Novels & Stories

Saying he hung up. So he is going to stay home for two days. Wow! I should check how many unread books I have for two days. I want to keep myself somewhere and stay away from his eyes. "Sir" My running horse stopped when I heard Nora, and I looked up and saw a file in his hand. Sean opened that file, and I don’t know why, but I was looking at him, and he looked up at me and smirked. My heart dropped to my pit, looking at him. **

I remember a new fantasy novel I bought from the city market not too long ago, maybe a few chapters is just what I need to calm my thoughts and quickly pass the time until Sue and Sean get back from the hospital. I make my way to the big wooden double doors of Sean's study. Sean never likes to be disturbed when he’s working in here. I walk in, the lights dimmed to their night-time setting. The smell of leather, cedar and a hint of cigar hangs in the air around me as I walk towards my book collection. I start running my sight along the rows of books and walk up to his solid oak desk, my eyes making their way along each books’ spine, looking for the newest addition somewhere on the shelf.

"Let's not waste time, Sean. Didn't you have something else to do?" Sean smiled at Marjien. "Ah! Máh. I still have two hostages in the dungeon. I have my hands dull right now," he glanced at Zillah, "with the Princes of Light." Zillah felt goosebumps all over her body as she struggled to keep her balance and not fall down to her knees. Her whole being began to crumble. "Princes of Light... my brothers..." Sean laughed. "Well, you didn't say that your brothers were part of the Five Leaf Clover using another name."

Given the thought and mixed emotions of Seema discovering my pregnancy had just made it worse. I didn't want her to know about the baby, and never. She may be my grandmother, but something about her feels off. That is what Effie felt about having a sixth sense, but she has been through a lot with her. It's not emotional to have this type of empathy. And Devin, something about him made the back of my neck hair go up. Whatever affected Liam that day on the cruise is affecting me too.

"I'm still injured, so… I'd say four is my limit. For the last one, I believe in you, Mr. Lockwood!" The next moment, Austin was already rushing toward Vincent and Sean like an arrow. Sean frowned and shouted, "Kill them!" He was just one swing away from finishing his job, but Austin's appearance had completely thrown a wrench in his plans. Not even the aspect of harming a potential future head of the Campbells could calm him down. There was nothing Sean needed to be worried about as long as he cleaned up the scene afterward. Austin made his way toward Sean and launched a kick to send him flying.

Sean said happily and Aaron could hear the smile in his tone easily. "That's awesome." He said, fully satisfied hearing the news. "Did you complete the task I gave you?" Aaron asked and looked back to see if Athaliah was still sleeping or she woke up. "Yes, sir." Sean said while getting serious again. "I traced the person with whom Miss Lockhart talked so much at the time of the incident, two and half years ago." He said. "Who?" Aaron asked though he already guessed who it was but he still wanted to make sure.

he read aloud, puzzled. “The Lord of the Rings,” Walt replied right away. “It’s about the Dark Lord’s ring of power. Really, Jim, you should read more.” “He should read, full stop,” said Sean. “The bastard hasn’t touched a book in ages.” “I thought S was kinda bookworm.” Sean nodded and shrugged. “Maybe she can get him to read again.” Sean rolled his eyes. “Chances are he’ll make her quit reading.”

I decided to see the rest of the photos and I wished I didn't, I wish I didn't open the box, I wish I didn't fail into Lyndon's plan but did I? In one of the photos we saw Sean covered in blood, it was like it squirted on him, he was soaked but he was older, probably eighteen while the rest of the photos were taken when he was younger. We saw another picture where Sean was boxing In a ring with thousands of people cheering while he fought with his opponent, it seemed illegal. We saw more photos of him with guns, drugs, smirking at dead bodies, partying but the last one was what made me run over the toilet and pucked everything out.

I growled in a low voice. Sean snapped his fingers so that he was standing a foot away again, but I had seen the concerned look in his red eyes. He was worried he was losing his touch too. "I don't mean to pry, but keeping a woman captive can't possibly end in a healthy relationship, can it?" Sean pressed, attempting to look as though he hadn't just had his shirt balled in my fist. "That's none of your business." "Then, I'll tell you exactly what my business is," Sean said. "It seems there might be some trouble in paradise, and I want my cut of the ruins."

Both doors were locked, and he couldn't get them open no matter how hard he tried. "Alice and Sean Hart, just you wait!" he gritted out. He still refused to believe that Macie was seeing Sean. But upon further thought, he realized that some things didn't add up. Macie had made Sean soup, and Sean mentioned they had held hands and even hugged.