Tifa Lockheart Novels & Stories

But now, hearing such a dismissive answer from Liam shattered her hopes. It was clear to everyone that Howser was paralyzed! However, Liam paid no attention to Ida. He gently tapped the bed’s handrail, a faint smile on his face. “I remember when I taught you the Little Lesser Nine Skies Tai Chi Fist, you mentioned your most cherished aspiration,” Liam said, changing the subject. “Do you still remember what that was?”

"Where the hell do you come from? Why do you have such an interesting tattoo? Forget it. Since you're a slave, I'll forgive you." He dismissed me like I was a dog. I fled the scene with a lowered head, running straight into the women's washroom. I looked around to see no one and immediately slumped to the floor, gasping for air. I almost thought that I was about to die. After a long time, I slowly walked out of the washroom. "Madeline?" The voice sounded a little familiar. I turned around in confusion. It was Ted Kirk. I immediately covered my face, turned around, and walked forward. Ted was Jason's friend and business partner. We met plenty of times.

Chad looked at Morgan's mother in disbelief, completely shocked. Esther voiced her suspicions: "Yes! It is indeed a locking. I haven't seen one in more than 20 years." Morgan looked puzzled as he glanced at his mother and asked, "What is locking? Is it that serious?" Chad nodded thoughtfully and said, "It's incredibly serious. Locking is a rare and vicious technique that is extremely difficult to deal with." Archibald walked out of his room at that point, stunned, and said, "There are still people who know how to do locking nowadays?"

In the last four matches, the first two ended quickly, and in the third match, Wilbur's eyes lit up as Locke, the fighter who used Tiger Fist, appeared once again. Sure enough, he also advanced to the finals. Locke's opponent was one of the March family servants. Locke muttered an incantation, summoning the apparition of a fierce tiger, which relentlessly attacked the March family servant. The servant was forced to retreat, but then suddenly let out a roar, unleashing a stronger aura, and with a large saber in hand, leaped into the air, bringing the blade down on Locke.

Another photo of him holding one of his children in his arms, his woman at his side… Nathan Lockwood and wife spotted at charity gala… and with them attended their little twins… Arina and Jacob, seen for the first time since birth at two years old. My stomach turned. There he was. In a tailored suit. Smiling for the cameras like he didn’t have blood on his hands or a past that meant anything. Like I didn’t exist. A mate that he chose to simply ignore and rather than reject, he couldn’t care less. Like she didn’t exist.

It was what had kept me up late at night, drowning in guilt. When I saw him, the world suddenly spun off its axis, and my balance swayed before I reached out to grab the table. ”May I have your attention!” Lady Lockheart exclaimed. ”Today marks the day that my son, whom not many of you have met, joins the world as Alpha of the Lockheart Pack. It is also the day that he takes a wife,” those last words were spoken with affection in a way that twisted my insides.

There was a small pause. Then Richard said quietly,“Adrian Locke.”Everlyn felt the tension snap into place.“That’s why he tried to stop the investigation,” she whispered.Jesse nodded.“He knew we were getting close.”Richard continued on the phone.“Locke had limited access to several financial operations through partnership agreements.”“And he used that access to move money through hidden accounts.”“Yes.”

My girlfriend, Serena Weston, always has my "one-time" fingerprint registered on the smart lock for her house. Every time she registers it, she tells me, "Feel free to come over at any time. You're always welcome in my home!" However, every single time, when I return to her doorstep, the lock's prompt always claims, "Your fingerprint is not registered." After being locked out yet again, I stare at the sensor pad glowing red and call Serena. As soon as the call connects, her tone's apologetic as usual. "I'm so sorry! Blake was messing around yesterday and accidentally deleted your fingerprint while testing the lock. Hold on. I'll re-register it for you the next time I'm back." Once agai

Alpha King Hudson's commanding presence resonated as he took in the cheering crowd. "Alright, alright, people! We have another contestant—though not a royal, she is still a contestant," Ferragamo announced condescendingly. "Please give it up for Bellaflora Lockwood, Luna of White Claw Pack, and only daughter of Alpha General Maxwell Lockwood." The room fell silent, broken only by the occasional whisper. I had requested Chad to let me enter alone, as I wanted to avoid any perception of bias in the competition.

"I thought... I thought you'd forgotten. Five years, Tae. It's been so long." "Forgotten? Never," I replied, my voice low, intense. "Every day away from you was torture. Training, duties—they meant nothing without you in my thoughts." I reached into my pocket, pulling out the locket—a delicate silver crescent moon, engraved with our initials: T & C, intertwined like fate itself. "This is for you. A piece of me, to keep close until... until we're ready."