George Lucas Novels & Stories

Prior to my meeting George and Lucas, I had believed that too but now I didn't know what to believe. What was kind of funny was that Lucas and I hadn't had a real conversation but I already I liked him..a lot. It was just a matter of time before things became very weird and uncomfortable as George and Lucas, coincidentally, had begun to become friends. There was clearly nothing wrong with that. I guess. Hell, there was everything wrong it. The two boys I happened to like were besties and I had ‘agreed’ to date one though I liked the other one just as much. It was just a matter of time before something weird would happen.

Lucas spun around at the sound of the cough and Cordelia hurriedly pulled her dress up to cover her breasts, she could feel her face becoming flushed with embarrassment. The man in the doorway was George , Lucas stepfather. A man who married into the family only a few years ago, George was indeed controlling and he liked to order Lucas around whenever he felt like it. Cordelia felt mortified, as Lucas helped her to cover herself by zipping her dress back up. He pulled his jeans up and threw his t-shirt back on over his perfect physique. “How long have you been standing there? I thought you knew we weren't coming here untill next week,” Lucas said looking at George , who hadn’t spoken a word

*** Minutes later, a Toyota Alpha sped toward Paramount. Lucas had long lost the calmness he had previously. Anger was written all over his face. The main reason he returned from the trip to Wolsing in such a hurry was because he had suddenly lost contact with Denzel Washington. Just as he arrived in Mordu, he received news from the manager of Paramount, Lenny. Just moments ago, someone sent Denzel’s severed head. Lucas was infuriated. Not only was Denzel Lucas’s number one subordinate… He also played a pivotal role in maintaining Lucas’s relationship with the Island Nation.

Lucius remained seated in the living room, engrossed in his laptop, his fingers moving gracefully. Silently, George stood behind him. Lucius had harbored dissatisfaction toward George at first, but upon seeing his downcast demeanor, he refrained from probing further and simply asked, "Is everything sorted out?" With a gentle nod, George said, "I apologize, Master Lucius, for any trouble I've caused you." Though Lucius let out a snort, he chose not to say anything more. George understood that Lucius was sparing Ella for his sake. He furrowed his brows, experiencing a deep sense of personal failure for the first time.

Prior to my meeting George and Lucas, I had believed that too but now I didn't know what to believe. What was kind of funny was that Lucas and I hadn't had a real conversation but I already I liked him..a lot. It was just a matter of time before things became very weird and uncomfortable as George and Lucas, coincidentally, had begun to become friends. There was clearly nothing wrong with that. I guess. Hell, there was everything wrong it. The two boys I happened to like were besties and I had ‘agreed’ to date one though I liked the other one just as much. It was just a matter of time before something weird would happen.

“A truck…Sure, I will get you one…now, beat the crap out of that Cyclops..mop him on the ground!..” “Sure thing boss…HEY YOU ONE EYE!!..TAKE THIS!!……”. (Colonel Lucas) As soon as I said yes, Lucas doesn’t wait. The Cyclops who got name called snap to look at Lucas but, he was instead were greeted with Lucas famous, Side hook. 1111MicrosoftInternetExplorer402DocumentNotSpecified7.8 磅Normal0

"Even if she's home, I won't just let her go. Whoever set her up must come and apologize. My daughter is my favorite, not a robot. You can't play with her as you please." Without hesitation, George raised his hand and slapped Lucas. "Agh!" Lucas' head was thrown to the side and he almost fell to the floor. "I just slapped Lucas in the face. Did you hear that? Quickly call Joyce to come over. Togetherness is more important than emotions. When we get the loan, I'll bring Lucas to your house to apologize to both of you," George promised seriously.

Not a hint of hesitation. Like he’s enjoying it. A cold shiver races down my spine. This can’t be him. But every movement—the way his hand flexes, the way his jaw tenses—it is him. Lucien. The man who tutors me. Who calls me “good girl.” Who moaned my name. I clamp my eyes shut, but the image is already burning behind my lids. I need to get out of here. “Shit—” I gasp, eyes snapping back to the screen.