The Empty Grave Lockwood And Co Novels & Stories

"He only took off one lock. Maybe you should ask what's going on? To be honest, I've been driving ambulances for over ten years, and this is the first time I've seen anything like this." My gaze had just landed on Jake when he grinned at me. "I forgot to mention earlier, Mitch. It's 200 dollars per clamp. There are four clamps here, so you didn't pay enough." My anger instantly flared up. I jumped out of the ambulance and stormed over to him. "Have you lost your mind? 200 dollars per lock? Why don't you just go rob people instead? If something happens to Mom, I won't let you off the hook! Hurry up and unlock them now!"

“Faster please, we don’t have all night.” I received another empty-eyed glare. * * * One awkward, slightly twisted hand poked from the now empty grave. The coffin, long broken through, had pieces of wood laying haphazardly in a semi-pile next to a mound of turned earth. A lengthy groan echoed in the otherwise silent cemetery, rebounding off grey and white tombstones that shone a shivering pale beneath the moon. Small lamps dotted the grounds, but on this night they weren’t needed in the Goddess’s light.

"Damien?" Damien pulled away and turned to look at the destination of the voice and so did i. I completely froze on the spot, that face...i know that face. He was all over the news, it was that man, what was his name again? Ethan Lockwood, the man who's family died in the car on their way to Sharelake while they where coming home to him, the man who vowed to find the person who murdered his family. My heart was racing, my palms were sweating, my eyes were open wide as i stared at him and took a step back.

The air in the lock-up was thick with the stench of oxidized metal and stale diesel. Graham was on his knees, the grit of the concrete floor grinding into his kneecaps. He was finished; he knew it. His "secure" bolt-hole had been compromised, and Jonathan’s enforcer had already promised him a shallow grave if he didn’t abandon the case.

Nor had he disappointed my parents. I followed Ethan back to his office, watching as he immediately immersed himself in work. He reviewed and signed documents one by one. He read everything carefully, calling in assistants or department heads to explain anything he didn't understand. I felt both happy and concerned for him. The phone on his desk rang—a call from the sacred grounds. Ethan continued reviewing the document in his hand as he reached for the phone. "Mr. Silver, something terrible has happened. Someone is digging up Miss Blackwood's grave."

My eyes filled with tears, my hands clenched into fists. Suddenly, the image of my daughter's gruesome death flooded my entire mind. "But Sam's been sterile for some time now. How are you going to explain the baby in your belly to him?" Pete Griffith hugged Jody Parker, letting out a playful, teasing laugh.

*This book is a work of fiction, no persons, places, names, and events are not in any associated with actual places, names, and events. This book is made for entertainment purposes. Enjoy* It is written that you only realize how much you love something or someone when you are no longer with them, as humans once we realize this we do whatever it takes to get that thing back. Working for a prestigious company and coming from a wealthy and highly educated Family, Bryson Lawrence had everything that one needs in life.

Sophia’s POV The weight of the book in my hands felt heavier than it should. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as I read the words over and over again, trying my best to not believe what I was seeing. It is said that the last heir of the Lockwood bloodline would rise again, unmarked, hidden in plain sight… until the moon calls her home. I traced my fingers over my last name **LOCKWOOD** This book wasn’t just a record of old, forgotten wolves. It was about me.

“How is it even possible? Who did it?” “A werewolf,” I said as I stroked my wife's arm to calm her down. “You can go, sheriff,” he said calmly. “But I never want to set my eyes on you again. Leave Lockwood. Run as fast as you can. Because if I see you again, Mr. Sheriff. You would beg for death.” “You should run as well, Mr. Gordon,” I said as I walked past him. “You have underestimated the people of Lockwood, but we aren't weak. Take your project and run.”

I know I locked all the doors. But who knows? If a sexy burglar wants to get into your house, then he'll get into the house… one way or another. "Lucky me," I mumbled to myself as I started putting the groceries away. Once everything was in its place, I fixed a steak and a baked potato, wanting meat for some reason. Maybe because I didn't get to eat my steak from the other night. I shook my head, still unable to believe that Cruz had eaten what I put out for the wolf. But if he was that hungry, then he was welcome to it. I'm sure that the wolf found food elsewhere.