Lucas Baker Hoodie Novels & Stories

“Why? What color did you wear?” “Orange. Shit, we look like prisoners when we gathered in the auditorium.” We were laughing when Lucas came. He’s wearing a yellow t-shirt and denim pants. He’s wearing suspenders, making him look like a minion. He’s holding thick folders which were tuck under his arm. “What are you laughing at?” he asked. “Nothing that concerns you, Kevin.” Luna winked at him. Lucas made faces. His hair is messy but he looks just fine. I’m not checking on my friend’s man, mind you. He’s just too attractive that will make anyone do a double-take when he passed by.

DAY. LUCIAN rings the doorbell, stepping back from the large oak door. A Caucasian man opens the door, giving Lucian a heavy gust of pizza and beer. Kane Trudeau wears a tank top, crushed beyond measure, over a pair of blue and white, checkered Pajama bottoms. Rumpled and stained by food almost giving away the fact that he had given up on his appearance for the rest of the day. Lucian Slater: Hi, I'm Lucian. Here to drop this jacket off for Jessie?

Lucas admired this beauty on many mornings, sometimes with Emma and sometimes without, but that beauty left his mind this morning when the holo-screen buzzed. He changed quickly into a t-shirt and hoodie, some jeans, and his favorite white pair of Air Curry 22’s. After dressing he opened his sock drawer and rummaged through it until he pulled out his Glock 30. He racked the slide back to ensure the chamber was empty, put the loaded clip in, and stuffed the gun in his waist band. Before heading back to the dining room he examined himself in the mirror. He never remembered looking this tired before. His eyes were slightly sunken and darkened. His hair was getting longer and shaggier than he pr

I repeat almost shyly. “Mhm,” he mutters with his nostrils flaring. “W-what about me?” I ask. Lucas take a step closer, his dark head bent and those moody blue eyes locked on mine. He has changed from the hospital gown and is wearing dark jeans combined with a black wifebeater that leaves nothing up to the imagination. His muscles ripple under his sun-kissed skin, and a smattering of dark hair covers his sculpted arms. I can’t help but wonder what else on Lucas’ body is covered with hair. What would it be like to touch him? His body is so strong and inviting and—

she muttered in annoyance. Five minutes later, Lucas returned, slightly out of breath. “Here, wear these. I borrowed them from Luciana. I’m not sure if they’ll fit, but please just put them on. I’ve been traumatized enough for one morning.” Rhea raised a brow. “Whose shirt is this? And the boxers? Do you even have a sibling who wears these?” “Stop asking questions and hurry up. Breakfast is waiting,” Lucas said while pushing her gently toward the bathroom.

Taking a deep breath, I packed my bag, making a point to pull my hair forward over my shoulders in an attempt to cover my hickeys, and headed down. Stepping out of the revolving doors, I immediately spotted the sleek, black car idling at the curb. The back window was down, and I saw Lucas. He was wearing a soft, fluffy blue shirt that made him look boyish and kind, paired with sharp black trousers. A pair of dark sunglasses hid his eyes, but he offered me a small smile as I approached. “Hi, Lucas,” I said, my voice coming out a little too bright, my own smile feeling tight on my face.

Lucas squinted his eyes, trying to remember if he had seen it before. "Isn't this a symbol from a leather jacket?" Leon commented, making Lucas look at the object again. It was a large black button with the logo "LK." Suddenly, Lucas widened his eyes as he recognized the logo. It was the logo of the largest leather jacket brand in America, LKing. Lucas recalled that Luna had been a brand ambassador for LK.

“Hiding under hoods, walking into a popular café like three undercover squirrels.” Liam chuckled quietly from the other side. He wore a charcoal hoodie with a navy scarf wrapped loosely around his neck. Lucas' eyes locked on the entrance to Black Briar Café. The place that had become a hotspot for strange activity—especially in the alley behind it. And their best lead yet pointed to the Fenrys Serum. “We ready?” Lucas asked, his voice low and clipped. Graham nodded. “Let’s keep it clean. We blend in. No sudden moves unless we’ve got confirmation.”

With his hand raised to open a portal back to the Mystic cave, he caught a glimpse of a figure dressed in a hooded dark cloak standing across the road. Whoever that might be, her mother’s sigil symbols won’t let him get into the house. Out of curiosity and hungry for a fight, Lucas made his way out to meet the figure dressed in a hooded dark cloak. As Lucas approaches, the figure lowered his hood. It’s Zuka. Lucas snarled at him with hate in his eyes. He moved at an accelerated speed to get hold of him. Zuka morphed into a bat and perched on a street light.

“What do you want, Lucas?” He shifted his gaze to his friend, who crossed one leg over the other. Lucas’s expression changed from playful to serious. “Have you not seen the video going around?” He asked, looking at Adrian, who frowned in confusion. “What video? Get to the point.” Lucas stood up and walked toward him, stopping right in front of him. He held his phone up to Mr. Adrian Cole’s eyes. There was a boy dressed in black, wearing a white mask marked with gold and black lines. Adrian frowned in confusion and took the phone from Lucas.