The Lies Of Locke Lamora Novels & Stories

I wave my hand on his face, and that's when his eyes twitched and he slowly stare down at me, “My lady?” “Finally” I sighed, “Uhm, what's your name?” “Drake” “Ohhh Drake, uhm why is everyone carrying guns, I mean it is not like anything is happening so why is everyone carrying guns?” I asked and waited for his answer but instead I was met with silence, I could tell he was staring at something behind me but I could not tell what it is, “Moma?” I suddenly heard his voice, and slowly turn, and standing right behind me is Vincentte Vlaydimir

“We’ll be breaking every rule in the werewolf book. No one must know about this, not even your mates or girlfriends. No one.” “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas,” Locke smirked, and I growled at him. “This is not a fucking joke, Locke.” “Sorry, Alpha.” Locke proved himself to be a capable fighter. He was young and fit. He was also tech savvy, which might prove useful if we needed it. “These are dangerous criminals we’re going after. I need you to understand. We aren’t invincible. So, don’t be reckless.” I explained what I knew about our clandestine mission. For the remaining trip, a tense silence reigned in the SUV.

Chapter Seventy-Eight. **** I knelt before the shattered seal, my fingers brushing the fractured stone. But no single reaction, and I was not even surprised. Because I already knew what this was. Another lie. Another trap. Another desperate attempt by Morwen to make me look like the threat,while she's gradually becoming the very chaos she claimed to protect us from. Lira watched me, under shallow suspicions, eyes moving between the ruin and my face. She wanted a response. A move, a denial,Something..just anything that would betray guilt.

The word death hung between us like smoke. Aemond’s jaw clenched. He took a step toward me, slow and deliberate, his boots crunching against the forest floor. “Is that what they told you?” he asked, his voice calm—too calm. I frowned. “What are you talking about?” He tilted his head slightly, studying me as though I were a puzzle he couldn’t quite solve. “Those are the lies they fed you,” he murmured. “The lies Morris needed to believe. The lies that made him a hero and me a villain.”

“Just slip poison into Lycia’s wine and hope the Alpha doesn’t notice his precious little Lycia foaming at the mouth? Genius. Why not write it down. Or better still, sell it.” Morrigana’s smirk iced over; calm as moonwater. “Besides, that’s sloppy,” she said. “And Cove isn’t blind or stupid. Kill her outright and he’ll burn half this forest hunting the culprit. And when he finds out it’s you, darling…” She let the sentence dangle. Like a noose. Lorcan scowled. “So what?” “I’d rather let the Alpha’s claws tear me limb from limb than stain myself with treachery against him.”

"So, you don't know who the enemy is yet? I mean, besides the rogues?" "I've figured it out even if I didn't get the details." Liam ruffled his hair. "The rogue said that the real enemy is in the pack." Amora was taking a stride backward. "Are you crazy?" Amora walked out of Liam's study. Her shoulders were very limp, her gaze sad. She wandered around to observe the interior of Liam's house. Wasn't it so beautifully reassuring? Then what would happen if it was suddenly overrun by enemies? What if it was destroyed and replaced with a new building?

He moved towards her and Liam with purposeful strides, his eyes locked on them. In an instant, the wolf shifted. Muscle and fur melted away, revealing the muscular man from before. Simultaneously, Liam's wolf form dissolved, leaving him standing tall and human beside her. Isla felt her feet touch the tracks of the roller coaster, Liam's hand signaling her to stay back. The two men faced each other, tension crackling between them like electricity. "Liam Lockwood ," the rogue growled, his voice low and menacing. “I was waiting to devour you!”

Though they had all died off in the years since, who could tolerate their kin being slandered like this? My fading inner wolf watched it all, numb. The pack would only ever believe what they wanted to believe. Lilith's lips curled into a satisfied smile. She pulled her hand back and delivered her prepared lines. "As your Luna, why would I need to resort to such despicable tactics?" "Besides, the Rogue Lands are a prison for vicious wolves. For a pregnant she-wolf to survive there would be a miracle. How could she possibly have saved a child?" "This girl is nothing more than my sister's bastard, sired by some rogue. Calling the Alpha King 'father' is a malicious ploy."

He studied her face as though he could read every memory, every thought, every lie she might still be hiding. Finally, Amira stepped closer, her voice breaking. “I swear on my brother’s grave, I wasn’t hiding this because I wanted to. I was trying to protect me. And I’m sorry, Montez. I am so, so sorry.” The storm in his gaze softened slightly, but his jaw remained tight. “Do you understand what that lie cost me, Amira? Do you know what I felt when I saw him touch you? I would have put a bullet in his skull twice over.”

“You’re lying. I have groomed her, there is no way she will say such things... Instead, she will worship me for giving her a chnace to be a luna.” I shoved the cloth harder, the stench of burning flesh filling the cell. “She saw through you, Roderick. Through all your lies and your manipulation. She doesn’t want your legacy anymore becasue she marked you her enemy. That’s the truth. Swollow it or choke on it, your bitter choice.” For a moment, silence reigned. Then his shoulders shook a litte, not from pain, but from laughter. Bitter, broken laughter.