Tom Lockwood Novels & Stories

I couldn’t afford to be caught off guard. I reached the door and paused, listening carefully. There were voices inside, low murmurs that were hard to make out the words. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was lit by lanterns hanging from the ceiling. Four figures stood on their feet around a large wooden table. They turned as I entered. I recognized each one of them instantly. There was Nic Thorne. He was a veteran of the North. He was known for his strategic thinking and deep hatred for Ragnarok. Beside him was Nora.

“Sorry, I should have told you. Everything has just been so busy, I didn’t even think about it.” “It’s okay. I know all your current projects,” I reassured him. He placed a kiss to my knuckles. “Lockwood Entertainment has a few movies that are nominated for different things, the biggest being Westwood Lane.” I stared at him in wide-eyed shock. “You did Westwood Lane?” He chuckled. “Yeah. Adam’s an old friend of mine, and I jumped at the chance to work with him again.” He said Adam like it was nothing, but inside I was screaming that my husband was good friends with Adam Devonshire!

Tom standing in the background, smiling happily. I grab Luca's arm. "Thank you wookie, thank you". "It was Tom, he kept believing, Without him insisting ... ". He trails off, leaving it unsaid what would have happened. Tom looks up smiling at us and I wave for him to come over and he does. "Yeah, what is it, Lumi ? Are you okay ?" I grab his shirt, pulling him down to hug him hard. "Thank you Tom, Thank you so much". "My pleasure darling". He say softly, hugging me back. "And you should have seen Your man, kicking in doors, taking down bad guys ... a bonafide superhero".

Paired with his uncommonly pale and smooth complexion, the man exuded an fem charm. From his side view, it was easy to mistake Tom Clarkson for a being woman. His doctors and family had forbidden him to smoke. As it wasn't favorable for his recovery. However, tom clarkson never failed to appear at the rooftop every night for a smoke. Recovery no longer meant thinking to him, specially when his manhood had already been chopped off by Jate Woods. In the man's own opinion, he would never completely recover back to the person he once was.

I stood near the tall windows of our chamber, twisting the hem of my tunic between my fingers. Today, I would ride into danger beside Alexandro. Today, everything would change. The door opened behind me with a soft click, and I turned to find him there—already dressed for travel. He wore a dark leather tunic reinforced with steel at the shoulders, black trousers tucked into sturdy boots, and a heavy cloak pinned with a silver clasp shaped like a wolf’s head—the symbol of the Blood Moon Pack. His sword hung at his hip, gleaming wickedly even in the soft morning light.

There’s no way this can be a good thing, not with the way she’s smiling at me. My stomach is coiled tight with anxiety when I make my way to the locker room to get changed, and as I’m winding the wraps around my wrists I can hear chatter around the room. I roll my eyes when I hear the name everyone seems to have a hard-on for. Creed Volkov. The Alpha who has won every fight since he established this gym a few years ago. Before that, he used to fight in underground rings and kill every opponent he was faced with. Nowadays, he just maims them completely.

************* The following morning, I found myself waiting in the lounge, accompanied by the bodyguards that Ava had specifically asked for. When I had called to inform her, she couldn't believe how fast I was getting them. But then I told her that I was Tom Lockwood, who could do anything in the blink of an eye. She had laughed heartily and hung up, leaving me wondering why she was always the first to end the call. As I watched her coming toward me in jean denim shorts and an oversized light blue shirt, which was tucked in only at the front, I couldn't help but be amazed at how hot she looked in such casual clothes.

Horace said, quickly introducing himself as well. Hendrick's gaze landed on Romeo at once, his gaze sharpening, making Romeo's eyes hurt with a stabbing pain. "Who's the person who killed my junior, Lupin White, Mr. Osborne?" Romeo was terrified by Hendrick's gaze and quickly answered, "Mr. Tigerton, the murderer is Damian Luther. He's a security guard at Spencer Corporation in Cloudcove." A terrifying murderous intent instantly emanated from Hendrick, making Romeo tremble as his hair stood on its ends.

Ever since he entered this room that looked like a large meeting room, Aryadi could only pacing around restlessly. The door to the room suddenly opened and a burly man in a red coat entered. Linda recognizes him as Rokan Allegro, a vampire who leads the Indonesian Immortal Center or INDICENT as well as this headquarters. The man had a stern face with blue eyes and dark skin. Just like Elder Damar, he is also a Caucasoid of the Halmahera Tribe, which is mysterious in the eyes of humans. “Master.” Linda gritted her teeth as she moved a little closer. “Why did the witches find Barbara's place being held captive this late? We won't have time to save that girl!”

I have to get back to Don Lucas' office. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Stevenson." He said. "I followed your advice to wander the streets. And it so happened that I met this old man selling street foods but he confessed that he hadn't had any sales since this morning." "You are here for an interview, Mr.-?" Uncle Romnick asked. "Lockman, sir," he uttered. Rhondel Lockman. There was nothing more to share about him apart from that his resume says he is forty-eight years old. He owned a small house and was living with his granddaughter and grandson.