Novel & Cerita How Old Lucas And Marcus

“This complicates everything.” Lucas lifted his head. “I know. But I’m not sorry.” Marcus’s scarred face softened just a fraction. “Neither am I. But we’re careful. Very careful. My office next week, late, bring the new catalog notes.” Lucas smiled, tracing the scar along Marcus’s jaw. “Yes, Professor.” The archives, the library slept peacefully except from the inside, among the fragile records of the past, two men had just written something raw and very very very much alive.

Marcus knew something about the brothers' history, but he did not reveal it yet. Lucas asked, "Why did you disappear all those years ago?" Marcus's expression became more serious. He opened his mouth to answer, but his phone rang. He stepped away to take the call, and Lucas watched him. When Marcus returned, his face had shifted slightly. "We should catch up properly sometime." Lucas nodded. "I'd like that." Marcus paused before leaving. "You know, if you're finally going to stop letting Asher win, you should probably figure out what you're actually fighting for."

Marcus asked as he had fastened the seat belt. “Between whom?” Mark asked. “Between you and Lily,” Marcus proclaimed. “She is a great friend. I enjoyed there and my biggest wish comes true today. I feel so good…now, I can feel what happiness means,” Mark said with a smile. Marcus was astonished to see his brother’s expressions. He could not believe that Mark was actually feeling happiness. “So, breaking up with Serena turns good. You finally have found your soul mate,” Marcus proclaimed. “Those two are completely different things. By the way, is Lucian going to be the King of Devils?” Mark asked.

His old coworker from the clinic. "Owen," Marcus said. He looked shocked to see him. "I didn't know you'd be here." Owen stood up. "Marcus. Hi." "This is my boyfriend," Marcus said, gesturing to the man with him. "We're celebrating our anniversary." They shook hands. Made small talk. Marcus asked about the Portland job. Owen said he was excited. It was all surface-level. All performance. But before Marcus left, he leaned in close to Owen. "I wanted to tell you," Marcus said quietly. "I ran into Lucas last week. He looked terrible. Like he hadn't slept in days. He asked about you. He wanted to know if I'd heard from you."

I nod laughing. "It's a shame she doesn't have that perfect babysitter who somehow tames her like I did." He nods laughing. "Back to my point, how is that working?" I look at Marcus. "Well, we will have to find a way, but yeah, MJ and Lucy are enjoying having the space." I look at him confused turning Luna is walking down. Marcus's head falls. "I quit." Nodding I laugh. "Phone on Luna." She nods as she walks out.

His voice trailed off as he thought about the possibilities—what could have happened if he’d allowed his werewolf side to fully take over. Elena stood and crossed the room, kneeling in front of Lucas, forcing him to look her in the eyes. "You didn’t give in. That’s what matters. We all made it out alive because of you." Marcus, who had been leaning against the doorframe, his arm still wrapped in a makeshift bandage from the injuries he sustained during the fight, chimed in, his voice filled with frustration. "We got lucky, that’s all. Next time, we might not be so fortunate." He glanced at Elena, his eyes filled with worry. "I don’t know how much longer we can keep doing this."

Chris literally stomped his feet and muttered “I was just searching in the dark… I didn’t want to waste everyone’s time… I thought if nothing eventuated, I could play the clown on my own.” “Cheer up kiddo! Big brother is pulling your leg.” Mark laughed loudly “Do whatever you want to do. Big brother will always be right behind you…. even if you want to be the clown, we will be right behind you… you need supporting clowns for the act.” "Ok, go ahead." Mark nodded seeing that Chris was still sitting with a childish pout. "What the plan?" Lorenzo asked as he swirled his drink in a happy mood. "Marcus's birthday is in 2 weeks." Chris's lips curled up sinisterly.

The resemblance sharpened under proximity. Two different storms born of the same sky. “Lucian,” Marcus greeted evenly. “Marcus.” No tension. But no warmth. One of my colleagues blinked. “Wait. Do you two know each other?” Lucian glanced briefly at Marcus. Then back at her. “Yes.” A pause. “He’s my half-brother.” The word settled over the table like falling ash. Silence. Marcus’ smile did not falter. “Family histories are rarely tidy,” he added lightly.

she replied arrogantly. "Mara, where have you been? I searched for you," he said earnestly. "You searched for me? Didn't you say you didn't want to have a relationship with an ordinary illegitimate child like me?" Mara retorted. Lucas was Mara's childhood friend. His father was an average man, not as wealthy as Mara's father. Their houses were beside each other, and they attended the same elementary and high school. They were close friends, and Mara had a crush on him. However, their relationship fell apart when Mara confessed her love, and Lucas rejected her, citing her illegitimate status.

His heart started to thumped loud. Marcus and Lucius exchanged a glance. 'He's obsessed and doesn't even realize it,' Marcus thought. 'But that makes it fun.' He grinned. 'I can only hope you won't get hurt. I'm rooting for you in the future, but not right now...' 'You're both still too young..'. Then he slapped Lucius on the back of the head, earning a scowl and a slap in return. They started horsing around. The crates of food were forgotten on the ground.