How Old Lucas And Marcus Novels & Stories

He stumbled in, practically crawling, his face filled with despair. "Alpha!" Marcus dropped to his knees beside Lucas, disregarding that this was Royal territory and ignoring the blades held against his neck. "It's over... It's all over." Lucas grabbed Marcus by the collar, clutching him like a drowning man clutching a straw. "What's over? are the Elders making a fuss again? Tell them I found the Luna. I'm taking her back right now! I'll manage the pack properly from now on." Marcus shook his head with a miserable smile and pushed Lucas's hand away.

"We grew up together, like a family to each other. So, when I heard that Lindy has a boyfriend, Sonnet and I must meet him no matter what. We need to help her check things out." Mildly offended, Marcus secretly cursed, ‘Check things out? Who the hell do you think you are?!’ But there was a smile on his face. "She’s blessed to have people look out for her. So, how did I do?" Lucas gave a thumbs up. "You are great! Now, I can go far away with confidence!" Out of everything he said the whole afternoon, this line was the most pleasing to Marcus’ ears. Afterward, everyone chatted a while more. Marcus gradually let go of his hostility towards Lucas. He found that Lucas was rather decent.

He studied the man's face, pinning him down with his menacing glare. The man's face paled even though he tried to act like he was unaffected by Luca's words. "Just kill me, fucking do it" He managed to say,his voice cracking slightly. "Don't worry about that, I will" Luca said before signaling for his men. He instructed them on what to do before leaving the room. On his way to his study,he saw Marcus,his best friend and right hand man waiting for him at the entrance. Marcus has been his friend since they were teenagers. Marcus was slightly more muscular than Lucas but he was more calm and one barely knows what goes on in his head.

The man looks scandalized like he just walked in on a live episode of Maury where the paternity test results are not in his favor. “Lucas, please, son… I know this is hard, but Mark is your brother,” Marcus finally finds his voice, looking like he’s about to break into an Oscar-worthy speech. “If you give him a chance, I’m sure you’ll love him. Remember, you always wanted a brother.” Lucas lets out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “Yeah, I said that. But I didn’t mean a fucking bastard child from an extra-marital affair.” Marcus clutches his chest. “Lucas, my goddess…please, show some respect.”

Lucas warned as he knew first hand how clumsy she was. ~~~ While Ava got ready, Lucas had gone back to his house to get dressed and to get his car as he had walked to the children's home last night. She heard a knock on her door, which she opened to reveal Marcus. He was one of the other children who lived here. Being seventeen, he was ready to leave next year. Marcus was very friendly, sometimes too much that it made her a little uncomfortable, but at least he wasn't mean. She didn't get many opportunities to make friends so she couldn't be too picky. Lucas didn't like him though so she hardly talked to Marcus when he was here. It was obvious Lucas scared him.

After the father and daughter duo finished their hugs, Marina's Dad proceeded to welcome Lucas in the house. " Good evening uncle." He greeted me Santos politely. Marina's Dad, Mr Santos was happy to see Lucas appear as his daughter's girlfriend. This was like a surprise to him,he least expected it. He had known the boy since she was young since he had a good relationship with his grandfather. Lucas Morgan was the favourite grandson of that cunning old man so they had met beforehand. He,as a father, admired the boy since he could see the potential in him. He could tell the boy would amaze the world with his business capabilities.

Away – 'away' – something about this word makes Luke feel a bit uneasy. Lucas is eight. He is a bright little boy. He is small and very agile; he has begged his mother’s ear off to be able to come with his father to the market in the city until his father finally said yes. They own a small amount of land where they plant various vegetables and half of that land is filled with Arabian Jasmine. Twice a year, his father makes a trip to the city to be able to sell those Arabian Jasmine. Today, Lucas came along with him. For the first time, Luke will be leaving Laguna.

"Marcus, do you remember when you were about 6 years old, Lily visited us with her infant princess for a short time, that day Mars and Richard was out of the kingdom. Your eyes glowered to see a small baby, you insisted to hold the baby, though I was afraid that you are so small to hold her, still Lily helped you to hold the little doll in your arms, You looked at her small face and smirkingly you looked at me, with an innocent look, you chuckled...Mom, she is so beautiful, I am in love with her, I want to marry her when we grew up,... I and Lily were amused to hear that from you, but Lily promised a grand wedding to you with Olivia." "Do you remember?" Vincent asked knitting her brows looki

I giggled, squeezing his hand. “Do you know how old I am?” “Yeah, twenty-four. I’m your boss, remember?” “Yeah, yeah,” I rolled his eyes, but pressed further. “How old is Marco?” “Same age as me,” he said. “How?” I gasped, surprised. “Quite disrespectful yeah? I know,” Luca replied. “Stop fucking with me,” I said, playfully shoving him. “I’m not,” he chuckled, his voice deep and rumbling. “As disgusting and troubling as it sounds, he’s my twin.” Luca shrugged, like it was no big deal.

"Clara can attend the banquet as Luna next month. It'll save me the trouble." Marcus grabbed my wrist, clearly irritated. "Stop this. Look at yourself. You're my Luna. Start acting like it." I replied flatly, "When you took your family of four to Firefly Woods, did you remember that I was your Luna?" Marcus had no answer. He grabbed Clara's hand and turned to leave. "Your mom may be under some kind of spell. She's not thinking clearly. I'll announce that the Luna is unwell, and Clara will attend the anniversary as acting Luna."