Tifa Lockheart Novels & Stories

A true titan, feared and revered. His mother, on the other hand, had always been a mystery. I hadn’t even known her name until I signed the contract with Theron and did a bit of digging into the Lockhart family. Eventually, I stumbled across a few old magazine spreads elegant galas, velvet gowns, diamond smiles. Twila Lockhart, standing poised beside her husband, looked like she belonged in a timeless painting. She was the kind of woman who wore secrets like perfume ageless, refined, and always hiding a hint of something behind that delicate, unreadable smile. “Is Jareth Lockhart as terrifying as people say?” I asked.

“And did you get what I was looking for?” Isaiah’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. He snapped his fingers, and the door swung open again. Two guards entered, their grips tight on a woman bound with thick ropes. Her dark brown hair was disheveled, her eyes blazing with defiance despite the blood trickling from a cut on her lip. She was unmistakable—Tiana, the Luna of the Black Fang pack, Dayton’s mate. I tilted my head, studying her. Her strength was evident, even bound, her aura a faint echo of her Alpha’s. She glared at me, unafraid, but fear would come. It always did.

Mr Lockwood said to the student as they both left the office. Mrs Morgan frowned at the girl and they both left,and make a decision to keep tabs on her for personal reasons. As Mr Lockwood walked down the hall with the new student Tiana. He introduced himself. "Hey, I'm your class teacher and also biology teacher Mr Lockwood and you are?" "Tiana Cameron. Nice to meet you sir." "Tiana huh. Why did you transfer here by the time of the year?" "I heard that RPHS is a great school and very academically sound."

He did not believe that things would be that simple, so he called Nathan immediately using the landline that had been reconnected. “Re-investigate Xavia Lockhart’s information immediately! Especially the history of her love affairs with men.” He wanted to find out who her first mistake was! Half an hour later, a new document appeared on the desk in the study room. Xavia Lockhart, female, twenty two years old. Excellent character, filial and sensible. She won the first place in her school and in the entire district year after year, rated as a student who had excellent morals, physical abilities and intellect.

I don’t even know the she wolf. We come to a lock, my hair unbound from its bun around my face, one of Tiana's hand is fisted around my shirt at the neck strangling me, her other is trapped by my hand seeing as I have one elbow to her neck as she traps my other at her side. This would be a time to separate and start again but I hesitate in letting her go, she might decide to hit me with her free hands which I really do not want. Our gaze lock, breath coming out in pants, I can hear the others still sparing around us.

I'd just finished cutting all four locks when a group of security guards arrived, with Jake among them. The head of security, Patrick Lewman, pointed at the locks I'd tossed aside on the ground and jumped in fury. "Who did this?" I gave a short, humorless laugh. "Do you see anyone else here?" That only made him angrier. He pointed at me and roared, "Who said you could remove the clamps without my permission? Do you know this entire complex is under my supervision? You have some nerve to remove them without authorization!" I almost laughed at his words. My car had been clamped, and I wasn't allowed to unlock it? What kind of logic was that?

“Are you okay?” “I’m crying at a tech summit. I don’t think okay covers it.” He smiled, wiping tears from my cheek. “Good tears or bad tears?” “I don’t know yet. Ask me when I can breathe again.” My phone was already exploding. Notifications flooding in faster than I could read them. The headlines had shifted completely. [LOCKWOOD’S POWERFUL DECLARATION: “Diana is my equal” $10M fund established in Diana Pembroke’s name Alexander Lockwood destroys ex’s narrative with security footage, emotional speech

To make it in time for the birthday of a childhood acquaintance, Lockard locked me inside the tower of our estate. As fate would have it, that very day, the estate was attacked by a rival family. Trembling, I hid in a corner and called the Underboss on his encrypted private line. “Help me… I’m locked in the tower. Someone has broken in—” But the response on the other end was cold and indifferent. “Ma’am, the Godfather instructed us that you might cause a disturbance today just to get his attention. Please cooperate and don’t make this difficult for us.” The line went dead. I contacted the family’s security adviser instead. After verifying the situation, the adviser hesitated before telling m

The attending physician approaches with a stun baton. Joseph Stout holds Rebecca Caldwell, the woman he's never gotten over, against his chest. He says, "Lillian, admit you're crazy, and I'll leave Noah alone." Rebecca leans against him with a sweet smile. "Just admit it, Lillian. Joseph is only trying to help you." Joseph looks at me like I'm something he scraped off the bottom of his shoe. "Sign the psychiatric evaluation papers. Don't make me force you." I wipe the sweat from my face and smile at the security camera. "Joseph, did you forget? I still have your company's master key." His expression flickers, but he quickly scoffs. "No one's going to take a lunatic seriously." Right i

Once the terminal screen turned black, I unlatched the oak door and migrated toward the alpha's central den. Two minutes later, a soft, mechanical click echoed near my discarded frame as Tahlia crept back to the entry panel, a master brass bypass key glinting between his fingers. He slid the metal into the ancient lock, the tumblers rolling with a smooth hiss as he slipped inside the dark room, sealing the door behind his back. "The stray blocked my sight with extreme intent," Tahlia muttered to himself, his claws extending slightly as his eyes mapped the sparse wilderness furnishings. "Let us verify what forbidden wildland scrap he is concealing from the family lineage."