Sean Lock Books Novels & Stories

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.

My blood boils when my eyes scan the name written in bold. SEAN FUCKING REXWELL

The insults - he would rather be seen as a coward than to bear the thought of her going through that for just a split second. With a final shudder, he turned around and walked to his room - heading straight to his personal collection of books and strolls. Books were the best way he knew to spend his time. Researching, reading about their ancestors and beings of the old. Everyone thinks he was just wasting his time but that was far from it. Sean possessed knowledge about things hidden for centuries, knowledge about things he didn't think were meant for any man to know in this lifetime at least. And it was thanks to that knowledge that he knew the doom which was about to befall them all.

Sean apparently a fan of classic literary books, various readings seem tempting ready to be enjoyed. “You seem to like reading,” Sean's voice startled Renee, she turned and just realized that Sean was sitting in the corner of the room. At his large desk and studying his company files, the man was staring at her with his piercing brown eyes. Renee arrogantly cocked her chin. “Yes, I love to read, but the expensive books here are among the ones I can't buy.” Renee subconsciously frowned. “You may read here,” Sean offered to seem so kind. But Renee sensed something was there, something different that was a little scary to her. The sexual tension that filled this room felt so uncomfortable. And

I chuckle. “I’d love that, but I’m not sure Aaron would appreciate being put on the spot.” “Don’t worry, I’ll work my magic,” Sean winks and heads toward the kitchen, leaving me alone in the living room. I wander over to the bookcase, running my fingers over the spines of Sean’s collection. He has an eclectic taste, from classic literature to contemporary thrillers. I pull out a well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice and smile, remembering how Sean once passionately argued that Mr. Darcy was the epitome of misunderstood heroism. He even tried to convince me to watch the 2005 movie adaptation with him, which we did one night at his home where he still lives with his mom and sister.

Bending to her over the back of the sofa, I put the glass of whiskey in Darby’s hand then nuzzle her neck suggestively, intoxicated by her scent and the shiver my actions tease out of her. “Good evening, Luna,” Sean interrupts unapologetically. “I have a problem.” Tensing, Darby regards him skeptically, then relaxes to give him a chance when he removes a small book from his jacket’s breast pocket, a book clearly from her library. “How can I help you, Sean?” Sean opens the book, setting it in front of her. “I don’t know what language this is, and I can’t find a translation guide in any of the other books we’ve talked about.”

, were also there. Sean closed the file and dropped it on the table. He muttered, "Single," as he sagged in his chair. He tapped his finger on his chin, thinking something. After a while, he took his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number. "Hello…" He rose from the chair and walked up to the French window. He slid open the curtain and looked at the restless ocean waves, visible faintly under the moonlight. "I need information about Zion Consultant."

She wrapped her fingers around the prophecy coins and cloverleaf in her pocket and glanced to her left. Sean had entered in the stance of his fear, the shadow was evident in his eyes and covering it over while he stands there, unmoved just watching Nathan like he was his greatest fear. Catherine wonders what Sean saw in him that made him shiver like a frightened child. Sean was her distraction while she stole a glance, she waited for him to throw his temper into the air like a crazy scared person. Then he did. Collapsing on the ground, convulsing, thrashing, that was pretty impressive she thought.

“The bookings are in the name of Ms. Diaz. There is no mention of Lucian Alastair’s name in it.” “That is the brilliance of Mr. Alastair. He made sure that no one can trace him with this. But we have evidence to prove that he had checked in along with Ms. Diaz.” I can see Diaz looking smug. Not so fast, girlie. She cannot anticipate my answer to this. “I can very well prove that these are fake right here, Mr...” He introduces himself back, “Regan.”

“It was that serious, but Selena isn’t exactly involved in all of this, she won’t be punished, you don’t have to worry about that- “Do you know…Sean is in my pack right now?” I informed him the moment I saw the reports that involves the labs among the many documents he sent me. “What…what is he doing there?” I could picture him sharing my frown. “Waiting for his brother” I replied almost immediately. “But Stephen isn’t- “I think he baits him here on purpose, but that no longer matters. Having all of these documents here isn’t safe” I cut in sharply. “I know, I didn’t think-