Novel & Cerita Lucas Baker Hoodie

A black SUV pulls into the Nakamura driveway—engine cuts, doors open. Seras steps out first—black hair pulled into twin space buns, one red sunrise strand falling down each side of her face like deliberate flames. She’s in casual travel clothes: black leggings, oversized blue Lakeside hoodie (old one from high school), sneakers. But even in jeans and a hoodie, she radiates that untouchable sunrise glow—gold tips flickering faintly at her hair ends. Lucian follows—human form, tall and broad, dark hair tied back, dragon-scale tattoos peeking at his collar.

Chapter 32 RESTLESS DARYL Lucious ran his hands through his wet hair as he exited the shower. A towel was wrapped around his lower body, muscles bulging out from his bare body. His body was well worked– out. Abs could be seen lining his lower abdomen. He stood before his wardrobe and quickly grabbed a casual white T–shirt and a trouser. Putting them on quickly, his mind drifted off again. " The rogue" Daryl, his wolf said again.

I went to the front entrance, staring out at the parking lot through the glass doors. The black SUV pulled into the lot with a screech of tires that made the valet jump. The headlights cut through the dark like twin daggers. Luca stepped out. He wasn't wearing a suit. He was in a dark hoodie and jeans, his face a mask of cold, controlled fury. He didn't look like a student. He looked like a hunter. He started toward the doors, and I realized I had exactly ten seconds before my two worlds collided in front of fifty witnesses.

said Tyler, still holding her up in the air. Autumn rolled her eyes. "Fine. I love you. Happy?" He put her down and chuckled. "Of course." Autumn rolled her eyes. I turned to Hunter and only now did I realize the hoodie he was wearing had 'Keep Calm and Be A Potterhead' printed on the front with a little golden snitch on top of the word 'keep'. "What on earth are you wearing?" He flinched and looked at me nervously. "Do you like it?"

She grabbed one of the two beers that stood by his side and made her way in. Lucas swigged his beer as he took a languid look at his sister. He wasn't leering, but he wasn't completely indifferent to her swimsuit, either. It was a one-piece, fire-red, and sported an oval cutout right in the middle of her abdomen. His attention gravitated to the bare skin of her trim, sexy tummy.

Note to self: never underestimate the power of a good shower. Freshened up and slightly less corpse-like, I threw on another pair of oversized clothes and dragged myself down the stairs, face blank, emotions buried. I headed to the kitchen and spotted pancakes on the table. Lucas’s specialty. I grabbed two slices like a ninja and was halfway to the door when, “Woah, Princess. No good morning?” Lucas’s amused voice rang from behind. I froze mid-step. Nope. Not turning around. Not giving him the satisfaction. Lucas appeared in front of me, grinning like a baker who just stole a cookie. He wore his favorite apron, the ridiculous pink one that read “Kiss the Cook or Die Trying.” His face and hai

I walked to the kitchen to make some coffee to start my day, but I was completely unprepared for the sight that greeted me. Lucas stood next to the refrigerator, holding a jar of pickles. But it was not the pickles that caught me off guard, he was only in a pair of grey sweatpants, his golden tanned skin exposed. My gaze swept through his muscled torso, down to his defined abs going down and tracing the hairy v-shaped line leading beneath his white underwear sticking just above the sweatpants.

Lucian stopped and said, "I will come back to you tomorrow, Miss Louisa. Will be staying in my tent for tonight." Then, he walked off. I held the wooden box tightly in my hands and walked into the tent. Lucas was sitting on a chair with one crossed leg and taking a nap. He was leaning against the stand with one hand supporting his head. He was wearing a simple white shirt and black pants. Under the dim light, his face looked strikingly handsome. I couldn't even recognize him, because when he was awake, his facial expression was always so intense and fierce. He seldom looked so calm and peaceful.

There are little flecks of blood on his face from scrubbing down the alley. “Yeah. I just took down a member of the VC. I can handle one tiny ER doctor.” “Physically,” Lucas starts, “there’s not much you can’t handle. But that’s not what I’m talking about and you know it.” I open the middle drawer of the dresser and pull out silky black pajama shorts with a matching tank top. I get dressed and grab a robe to cover up with. The pajamas I keep at Lucas’s house are rather revealing for a reason.