Tom Lockwood Novels & Stories

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

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?"

Did you buy a cigarette? Lou tossed several packs onto the table one after the other. Tom brought him a cold wet towel. He's even glad that Lou played off some steam. He tries too hard to control himself. He turned on the "big brother" mode and takes care of him like a little one. And what is it like for yourself? And Tom can’t be patronized ... he should be punched in the face at least for allowing a filthy pervert to steal Kitty like some kind of thing ...

I wanted to ask about Leo – no, Jason Rivers – about what Lochlan had done to him, but I was suddenly afraid of the answer. Instead, I fell back into the role of assistant. ‘Where to next, boss?’ ‘Dinner,’ he said, checking his watch. ‘With Desmond. He’s in town.’ ‘Ah, Mr Lockwood.’ A flood of entirely irrelevant thoughts immediately hijacked my brain. Desmond Lockwood. The man was a genetic lottery winner, an alpha among alphas. Just the sheer presence of his chest muscles had probably inspired sonnets and bad life choices in equal measure.

Leander asked quizzically, looking from me back to Lucky and reevaluating him to see if he missed a sign regarding his sexual preference. Luca smirked, and I knew in the victorious glint in his eyes, that I had made a grave mistake. He turned to Leander and purred, "Tommy is a motorcycle aficionado, otherwise known as a biker with a local Motorcycle Club...who has a distinct affinity for little Hycinth here."

Leander asked quizzically, looking from me back to Lucky and reevaluating him to see if he missed a sign regarding his sexual preference. Luca smirked, and I knew in the victorious glint in his eyes, that I had made a grave mistake. He turned to Leander and purred, "Tommy is a motorcycle aficionado, otherwise known as a biker with a local Motorcycle Club...who has a distinct affinity for little Hycinth here."

Leo’s lower lip was trembling, and every word felt like a tiny needle being driven into my heart. "I know, baby. I know you miss Seattle. We just have to stay a little bit longer. Mama has to finish her work so the sick people can get better." "But the tall man can help you! He’s big. He can fix the sick people fast." I froze, my hands hovering over a red Lego brick. "Mr. Blackwood is a businessman, Leo. He doesn't know how to do the science part." "He’s nice, though. He laughed at the juice."

Austin revealed, his voice tinged with suspicion. “He lied,” I stated, a frown forming on my face. “But why would he?” “Well, you see, our dear Tom Tom wasn’t just in Greenfield for a meeting; rather, he was there to see a certain someone,” Austin explained eagerly, his voice tinged with excitement. He lifted his phone, displaying an image of Tom alongside a mysterious man. “He was here to see Dr. Tunde, who happens to be a witch,” Austin exclaimed, as he leaned in closer, emphasizing each word for dramatic effect.

“Westwood will belong to me again and all the glory will return.” Tommy's face wrinkled deeply. He looked at Damian. Then laughed in disbelief. “You can't possibly let him have Westwood back…” “That’s my decision to make,” Damian said cockily. Tommy lost his cool. “ It does not belong to him anymore!” he panted heavily. How could he lose everything and Lucius get to live his life again? Not just his life, but own Westwood again? “No…No…” his lips trembled.