Lucas Adams Novels & Stories

Despite my curiosity gnawing at me, I respected the unspoken need for privacy, we would talk once we are in the car. He was having some talks with Mrs Adams but I could pick little from their conversation and my mind was somewhere else. It dawned on me that Mrs. Adams was the wife of an old acquaintance, a connection that shows the depth of Lucas's commitment to those in need. In the aftermath of the Adams family's hardships, compounded by the loss of Mr. Adams, Lucas had helped the family, he had singlehandedly shouldering the responsibility of their well-being. Learning that he had played a pivotal role in Natasha's education added yet another layer of astonishment. I know my Lucas has a b

The contract before her was thick, heavy with legal jargon and fine print — a binding agreement that would change her life irrevocably. She glanced up at Damon, who stood across the room by the floor-to-ceiling windows. His tall frame was clad in a sharply tailored navy suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His piercing blue eyes, cold and calculating in the public eye, held something softer now as they rested on her. “I want to make sure you understand everything,” Lucas Adams said, sliding into the chair beside her. His expression was serious but patient, the twin brother of her secretary Lou and Damon's closest legal adviser.

At that time, Josephine had not even returned from her departure. "Mr. Adams," Lucas greeted formally. He tried to keep his arrogant attitude, because he didn't want Nicholas to look down on him just because he had a problem that needed Nicholas' help. "I am Lucas Hills, a representative of the Hills Corporation." Nicholas sat on the sofa in front of Lucas, without inviting Lucas to sit down. "I know who you are," Nicholas said coldly. "We have met several times and each meeting has the same topic. You and your girlfriend, Ms Jade, bullied my girlfriend, Josephine."

Outside Adriana’s apartment, the world was dark and cold. A man sat in a small car across the street. He was holding a camera with a very long lens. He was a professional photographer who followed rich people to find their secrets. He saw the front door of the apartment building open. Lucas Ashford walked out. Lucas looked different than he did on TV. He didn't have his tie on. His hair was messy. He looked like a man who had finally taken off a heavy mask. He stopped for a second, looked up at the moon, and took a deep breath. He looked... happy.

Was her eyes playing tricks on her or was the light skinned, brooding stranger really there? The trance they had subjected themselves to was broken by a cough from one of over 170 students, a light skinned boy with chestnut hair who looked nothing older than 24, making him probably three years older than Clara and 6 years younger than Lucian. Lucian broke the stare, “Just take a seat. Never repeat this.” He commanded dismissing her, the painful hiss of the microphone following his words.

“He’s telling the truth about the Thirteen Pack.” Jess and James exchanged glances before bursting into laughter. “You’re losing it, John,” James chuckled. “The whole world knows Adam went mad and killed his family.” “I know it sounds crazy,” John admitted, “and yes, he may have suffered from confabulation. But what he wrote about the Thirteen Pack feels true.” Jess shook her head. “The Thirteen Pack is just a myth Alpha Pascal created to unite everyone. You said so yourself once.” “It’s real,” John insisted, his voice rising.

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

“Did i also mention that chances the shoot is going viral is low?, almost nobody knows you. Or thomas, so this is your chance. If i were you, id be thankful.” I sunk deep into my seat. “Great.” I winced. “Alright shall we ?” Mr Hosea coordinated. “And , please bring thomas in.” At this point, i was done correcting him on Lucas's name. Just then, Lucas walked in. Bronzed to perfection with pixie looking dust. And being Lucas, He stole the attention. Id say he looked breathtaking, but that wouldn't matter. He had a single rose flower given to him, i assume thats supposed to lay in-between his folded lips.

Lucas’s heart hammered, but his face stayed calm. “A list,” he said. Adrian’s voice dropped. “Of what?” Lucas looked at the paper, then back at him. “People who lie beautifully.”