How Old Lucas And Marcus Novels & Stories

“I don’t wanna talk about him right now. I need to focus on my daughter.” Zone studied me for a moment and then nodded. “Fair enough.” Then I turned and walked away. Finally, I found Marcus near the training grounds, sharpening his dagger. He looked up as I approached him and he smiled immediately. “Luna Serena,” he greeted, standing to his full height. At 24, Marcus had grown into a strong, confident young man. “Just Serena,” I corrected him with a small smile. “We’ve known each other long enough.” Marcus chuckled and gestured for me to sit on a nearby log.

"Luna is twenty-three. Marcus is twenty-six. They've been dating two years. It's possible." "How do you feel about that?" "Old. I feel very old." --- Luna arrived first, Marcus beside her. He was good-looking. Medical resident. Respectful. Smart. Everything a father could want for his daughter. Alexander was still suspicious. "Marcus," he said, handshake firm. "Good to see you again." "Mr. Sterling. Thank you for including me." "Call me Alexander. Mr. Sterling is my father. Who's been dead twenty years." "Right. Alexander."

'' Elder Raja said. Lucas couldn't believe his ears. If he had known that this was what they wanted to talk to him about, he wouldn't have bothered coming. He couldn't quite believe what they said. ''What!'' Lucas shouted. ''Child, it shouldn't come as a shock for you because you have finally come of age where you need to get married and bare children that would take over when you go to the great beyond.'' Elder Marcus said.

“You never are.” “I’m fine with that.” Jake laughed. “Man, you’re twenty-two going on fifty.” “Do you even know anyone outside this room? Lucas asked. I ignored them, but the words dug deep anyway. Marcus sighed dramatically. “Look, Eric, you’re brilliant. We all know that. Straight A’s, top of the class, golden future.” He tapped my book. “But this?” He gestured around the room. “This is the stuff you remember when you’re old and miserable.”

“Losing, you mean.” Marcus leaned back into the massive velvet couch, bottle of Peroni on his knee, expression unreadable as always. Luca didn’t even look up, boots on the edge of the coffee table, his long fingers drumming against the controller like he was playing jazz instead of combat mode. We were all here. The dethroned sons of Lachlan, gathered like broken kings around a console, pretending we didn’t just get publicly gutted. “You’re getting your life back,” Marcus said eventually, his voice smooth and razor-edged. “There’s no one left to please, right?”

FLASH BACK It was barely a few days ago when Lucas and his brothers Mark and Andrew, were out doing their favorite thing - hunting. Lucas was the oldest at 25 years of age. Mark was the second at 23 years of age while Andrew was the youngest of the brothers at 20 years of age. They were from California and had lived all their lives in a little town outside the big city. They were above average in appearance, height and body build. They were from a middle class family and both their parents were late. They had no college education and worked as handymen.

"Shut up. I'm just trying to ease some of the blame off of me." I snorted. "Yeah, right. Who pushed the button that saved the changes in the system?" Marcus completely averted my question. "Hey, when do you think we're gonna leave?" I scoffed and turned away from him. "Yeah, that's what I thought." He groaned. "Ugh, fine! I did!" "I know." Despite Marcus being almost eighteen years old, he acted like a child sometimes. He had been saving up money for a couple of years so he could buy his own apartment for him and Owen to room in together.

[Elara] “Go all in,” Lucas says, his jaw clenched. “I want him wiped out from the face of the earth.” “On it!” his assistant—Marcus Boyle—says almost instantly, as if what Lucas just implied is nothing but a walk in the park. Once Marcus rushes out, with his phone pressed to his ear, saying things that I can neither hear nor understand, I turn to my eldest triplet brother.

Daphne simply rolls her eyes at his comment. “But you don’t have a problem with Lucas being marked? Double standards much?” she huffs. I share in her frustration. Marcus doesn’t seem to have any issues with Lucas finding Viv and completing their bond. “It’s different, Daph, and you know it. Lucas is twenty-five. You just turned eighteen this year. I can’t help but be protective of you,” Marcus says lowly. He runs his hand over his buzzed head, looking to Lucas for help. “Don’t look at me for help on this one, bro. Maybe you should go with her. Get to know Renz. He’s a good guy,” Lucas shrugs, putting his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.

Marcus gaped at Lucas, his eyes switching from him to me and then back to him as though to see whether we had some kind of resemblance which we actually do now that I was really looking at Lucas, like really checking him out. Like me, he had two tiny moles on his left temple, more so on his left eyelid. How the hell did I not notice that before? “No shit, Sherlock!” Lucas exclaimed, more snappy and irritated at Marcus. It looked like he was so done with Marcus’s behavior and attitude, wanting nothing else but to kill him for once and for all. “Well, I didn’t know my chosen mate has a brother. It’s nice to meet you again, brother-in-law.” Marcus held out a hand.