Tom Lockwood Novels & Stories

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."

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.

Meet the Characters Michael Lockwood Age: 29 Job: CEO of Lockwood Enterprises Physical Description: Medium-dark brown hair, hooded hazel eyes, thin pointy nose, heart chapped face with a scruffy beard, full lips, 6’3ft tall, muscular body. Personality Description: Dominant, Perfectionist, hardworking, reliable, thoughtful, resourceful, jealous, Family: Raphael Lockwood (father), Olivia Lockwood (stepmother), Isabella Smith (Tammy - mother deceased), Gabriel Lockwood (older brother), Amelia Lockwood (younger sister)

“No need to worry. I’m only wearing these outrageous clothes so I can fit into my brother’s world.” “Ah—” Mr. Harvey nodded. “That certainly explains things.” “However, you must address me as Lockwood. And, if anyone asks—” he lowered his voice, “—I’m not Mr. Thorne, owner of Thorne Shipping. I’m Lord Lockwood, owner of Thorne Shipping.” “I’ve heard a few things about Lord Lockwood. He’s very wealthy.” “You’ve heard right, my good man.” Marcus grinned wide. “In fact, I shall give you a raise just to prove how wealthy he—I mean I am.”

The Dark Mountain warriors had been quiet most of the morning, observing the packhouse and its routines with careful interest. But when they stepped into the hospital and Lotty moved directly behind the nurse’s station, Garrick finally spoke. “Luna.” Lotty looked up. “Yes?” His brow furrowed. “You work here?” Lotty blinked. “I run the ER.” Tomas looked genuinely surprised. “You’re a doctor?” Lotty nodded. Decker leaned against the counter beside her. “She’s the one keeping me alive.” The two Dark Mountain warriors exchanged a glance. Garrick shook his head slightly. “Our council told us you were a civilian.”

“With what? Told you we will talk.” “Not that and don’t bullshit me bitch. What’s up with the guy at Trust?” “He is a guy I know from somewhere.” “Doesn’t feel like so. Have you two banged?” “Tomboy got smashed?” Tim grins propping his elbows on the counter. “Just shut up Tim. This is a girl’s talk.” “Frankie shouldn’t be counted as a girl. She is a tomboy. Where is your cap by the way? Must admit you look good this way. You have great hair.”