Lucas Baker Hoodie Novels & Stories

" Clary beamed and quickly walked to one that was hung up on the wall in display. "This one!" "You were ready, weren't you?" Lucus commented dryly. The shopkeeper took down the hanbok set, which consisted of a white shirt with a dark blue vest and silver pants. The vest had a black and silver flowered pattern on the bottom half that matched the ribbon on Emma's vest. When Lucus emerged, Clary ran up to him and hugged him tightly. "Do you like it?" "I do. What do you think?" "I think you look beautiful."

Not toward the station. I followed two cars behind. Lights off. He parked behind an old bakery. Dead end street. No reason to be here. And then? He walked up to a car. Black. Tinted windows. Fancy. Someone was inside. I crouched low, heart racing. Pulled my hoodie up. Slipped closer, behind a dumpster that smelled like rotten fries. Lucas leaned in the window. Talked to the guy. I couldn’t hear shit—but the body language was loud.

“Good day ladies, hope I didn't disturb your little party?” Lucas joked as he walked towards them in calculated strides. He was putting on a black suit with a white shirt underneath. His neck button was left undone and the tie he'd worn out that morning was nowhere in sight. The imperfection of his ruffled shirt as he took the suit off only added to the vibe as it exuded masculinity that was hard to resist.

“That nose, the jawline, those lips… You’re going to steal the show tonight.” She grinned, clapping her hands together like an artist envisioning their masterpiece. “No wonder Lucas is so smitten with you,” she added offhandedly. I wanted to laugh at the absurdity of her words. This was all an elaborate act, and she had no idea. But instead, I turned back to the window, letting her fuss over the dresses. Hunter—or Lucas—returned a few minutes later, carrying a crisp white paper bag. “I got you Coney Island hot dogs, black-and-white cookies, and yogurt?” he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s all they had nearby.”

Lila’s P.O.V The notification came while I was folding laundry on the living-room floor—Shayla’s purple unicorn hoodie, Lucas’s soccer jersey with grass stains that would never come out, Aiden’s tiny dinosaur-print onesie that still smelled faintly of baby shampoo. My phone buzzed once, then kept buzzing, a string of alerts that made me pause mid-fold. I reached for it without thinking. The first headline was from a music blog I’d never heard of: *Lucian Reyes Drops Surprise Acoustic EP – Fans Are Losing It Over “Homecoming” Track*

Said Alex, confidently. Blake chuckled and nodded his head, as he narrowed his eyes at the claw. He then turned his head to their back to look if Luca's already there. But instead of seeing his boyfriend, his eyes accidentally landed on the tall guy, wearing a black hoodie, paired with a black jeans. He did not mean to make eye contact with the guy, but he's a hundred percent sure he saw the guy smirk while looking at him, straight.

"You look like our mysterious bodyguard. It's perfect. Very cinematic." Lucas grinned, tossing me his phone in a smooth arc. "Fine. You can take them then. Make sure I look good." "Lucas," I said, catching the phone and rolling my eyes. "You're dressed like a gothic mob boss who's madly in love with his wife. You always look good. It's genuinely annoying." Hannah laughed so hard she nearly dropped her cotton candy, which would've been a tragedy given how much she loved it.

Jaxson led him straight to the private locker alcove, where the low bench sat beneath a single, wire-caged fluorescent bulb. He didn't wait for Liam to sit. Jaxson reached for the hem of the oversized gray hoodie and hauled it over Liam's head in one swift, commanding motion, tossing it onto the wooden bench. Stripped down to the tight black training vest, Liam stood shivering slightly in the nineteen-degree air of the bunker, his pale skin contrasting sharply with the thick, black athletic tape wrapping his shoulder.

My bare ass isn’t getting plastered across the gossip mags. Lukas was dressed in a black Slayer t-shirt with a baseball hat, backwards, ripped jeans and some kind of sneakers that I knew to be expensive. The boy had three times the shoes I did and I didn’t understand it. Sneakers are sneakers. He’d spent nearly an hour getting ready yet his look made it seem as though he just rolled out of bed. But fuck he looked so good. Too good. And his smell was enough to damn near get me off. Definitely made me want to rethink us getting naughty in public.

Lucas was dressed in a Black hoodie, his head covered with it's hood. His eyes at the moment were still blue in colour and he seemed to be hiding them. He stood alone by the road side which was opposite the agency. He couldn't go in looking like this. And at the same time he needed to see Sunni. Just as he stood there his godfather appeared next to him. "There's no time .. It's almost time. you're indeed too stubborn. I guess this is what you want. Are you happy?" He asked as Lucas looked at him.