Tom Lockwood Novels & Stories

I managed to keep him busy enough to not notice but he stopped before pulling my bottoms off. “I want this, but I don’t want to rush it now that you are compliant.” His voice sounded disappointed. He left the room but before he walked out as a show of faith, he unbuckled my ankle. I rubbed at it gently and relief filled my face. I watched as he walked out. I grabbed the phone and typed in Nick’s number. I was so grateful he had not changed his passcode since we were together. “Dominic Thorn speaking.” His voice was tense and filled with stress.

“He’s not trying to come up. Not calling your name or making a scene. He’s just standing there. Watching the building.” I moved to the window before I could stop myself. There he was. Alexander Lockwood, billionaire, standing on the sidewalk across from Maya’s building like a ghost. He wore a dark coat, no umbrella, rain soaking through his hair and streaming down his face. His hands were shoved in his pockets. His eyes were fixed on the windows of Maya’s loft. Even from this distance, I could see he looked wrecked. Unshaven. Hollow-eyed. Nothing like the polished, controlled man I’d known.

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.

she asks softly. I exhale a quiet laugh. “Always.” Before she can respond, the office doors open. And there he is. Chris Telenov Washington. I stand immediately, my eyes locking onto him, and yeah… Clover wasn’t exaggerating. The resemblance hits you right in the face. Same bone structure. Same eyes. Same… presence. He steps forward, extending his hand. “Lucas Blackwood,” he says smoothly. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” I take his hand, firm grip meeting firm grip.

The dim light of the room barely cut through the shadows, flickering off the half-empty bottle of whiskey on the table between us. Tom sat across from me with his arms crossed and his face unreadable, lost in whatever storm was raging in his own head. Liam, on the other hand, was pacing, his sharp eyes flickering between me and the floor as if trying to piece together a puzzle he wasn’t sure he wanted to solve.

the leading man greeted me with a respectful tone. I looked at him and returned the greeting, "Good morning. How may I help you?" The leading man, Barrister Lockwood, brought out an ID card and said, "I am Barrister Lockwood from the Russo Empire." I hesitantly collected his ID card and, true to his words, it confirmed his identity. I felt a wave of unease wash over me as I looked at them, unsure of what to do. Lockwood smiled and asked, "Can we come in?"

Maybe I’ll stand there and watch everyone else be claimed while I remain unchosen, unwanted. I swallow hard and carry a tray of drinks across the room, pretending my heart isn’t trying to beat its way out of my chest. Then the door at the far end opens. The room goes quiet in a wave. He walks in like he owns the floor, the walls, the air. Liam Blackwood. Future Alpha of Nightfall Pack. Tall, broad shoulders, dark hair pushed back carelessly, eyes the color of a storm over the mountains. Power rolls off him in waves, thick and heavy, pressing against my skin.

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.