Lucas Books Novels & Stories

“Yeah, there are a few things I'm looking for there. It's a quiet place for someone like me who gets things done quickly. Of course, it's a pretty fun place.” Riley listened, but she couldn't take in what Lucius was saying. "What books did you buy there?" “War strategy, history or business, every age has genius, Riley.” Lucius smiled. Of course, he bought all the books because he followed Riley and didn't want to get in trouble with the shop owner, so he bought the books. Only some of the books he bought he read, but the books he mentioned earlier he did read. "Who knows? I feel like you're playing a prank on me."

Lilith let out a soft groan. “Of course.” Lucas turned toward her, and when their eyes met, something in his expression instantly softened and grew warm. Just like always. Lucas crossed the street slowly, but his gaze never strayed from Lilith for even a moment. “I didn’t call you, Lucas...” Lilith murmured as Lucas was now right in front of her. “I know.” “So why are you here?” Lucas raised his thin eyebrows. “I just bought a book.” Lilith immediately looked at the book bag in one of Lucas’s hands, before looking back at Lucas. “Oh...”

; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} Lucas and I started eating with Luke on my lap

I stood up and walked over to the shelter as my fingers trailed the edges of the shelf, I glanced at the cover of the books and I was a bit surprised that Lucas would involve himself in statistics, economics, and managerial textbooks. 'What does he wants to use them for?' I thought gazing at the textbook as my eyes caught a particular book. I raised my hand lightly and trailed it on the Navy bluish-hard cover, I pulled it out from where it was arranged, and being the curious cat, I flipped open the cover and gasped. ''It's a picture Album!'' I muttered lowly to myself as I gaze at little Lucas when he was a baby. "Cute!" I giggled lightly staring at his pouty mouth when he was crawling.

He hoped Wendy wouldn't be mad at how messy the study was. Lucian pulled out his seat and dropped the book on the desk with a thud. It gave off dust and Lucian cleaned it again. He opened the book and read the first page. 'Do Not Be Deceived By The Title.' Lucian wanted to laugh out loud at how crass and cliched this was. He could bet that this was a children's book. He was sure it was.

“Why?” “Because pain made us honest,” Lucas said. “It broke us open.” Elias looked at the rain running down the window. “I don’t want easy anymore.” Lucas tasted the soup. “Good. Because I’m not easy.” They both laughed. After lunch, Elias opened a box of old books Lucas had kept in storage. He pulled one out an old poetry collection with creased corners and underlined pages. “This one was mine,” he said. “You made me read it cover to cover,” Lucas replied. “Said it would ‘change the way I taste the air.’”

“Just hold on. We’ll get you through this. We always do.” My attention shifted back to the book in Lucas’s hand. He laid it down on the small table beside the bed. “It’s…interesting reading,” he said hesitantly. I frowned, picking it up. The script was elegant but faded, filled with strange symbols and old words. I flipped through the pages, my brow furrowing.

"Dr. Watson is nice." "Yeah. She is." He was quiet, and then: "I'm bored." There was a stack of children's books on the windowsill — donations from pack families, a small bright pile of them. I knew one of the spines before I'd even crossed the room. The wolf book. Alice had given Lucian's books to the pediatric wing before she left Blue Moon. I didn't know that until I had this one in my hand. I'd bought it for him when he was three.

she stammered, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks, "you're welcome, Lucian. I’m glad I could help.” I offered her a genuine smile, appreciating her kind demeanor in this unfamiliar world. "I appreciate it, nonetheless. Your knowledge has been invaluable to me." As I spoke, I noticed that some of the scattered books and scrolls around her seemed to be related to Lycan history and curses. It gave me the idea that perhaps Lucy held more knowledge than she realized. Her gaze followed mine and her curiosity seemed to overcome her initial fear. "Lucian," she began cautiously, her voice tinged with curiosity, "I've read many stories about you, about the Cursed Lycan King, the Lord of Chaos. Are

He hesitated, then nodded, speaking into his earpiece before stepping aside. The library welcomed me like an old friend, its silence a balm. I moved slowly between the shelves, running my fingers over spines, grounding myself in the permanence of words. Empires fell, but books endured. There was comfort in that. I didn’t notice Lucas at first. He stood near the far window, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up again, phone pressed to his ear. His voice was low, clipped, dangerous. “No,” he said. “Not yet.” A pause.