Novel & Cerita Lucas Books

ELENA RETURNS TO THE CENTRAL ANOMALY: CHAPTER STRUCTURE. Lucas whispered: “It’s like a book.” Nobody said anything. Then another line appeared. LUCAS COMPARES THEIR EXPERIENCE TO A BOOK. His face crumpled. “I don’t want to be in a book.” Elena knelt in front of him. “You are not a book.” “But it says chapter.” “You are Lucas.” “What if it already knows what I do next?” “Then it knows what you do next.” He stared at her. “That’s bad.”

I didn’t look up. “You found the good stuff,” Lucas said, voice low and warm. He leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed, watching me. Snow still clung to the shoulders of his coat. His hazel eyes held the same gentle heat from the courtyard. I closed the book slowly. “Didn’t know you had fairy tales in here.” “Not fairy tales.” He pushed off the shelf, walked over, dropped into the chair across from me. “History. Some true, some wishful thinking.”

They had locked themselves in the court room. Lucas was his elder brother, who was supposed to take after their father, but because of his careless nature, Rasmore was instructed to take over instead of him. Well, that was the pack's choice. Every person knew him as a drunkard, rapist, and conman. Because, in a real sense, that is what he was.

My throat dries. Lucien moves between the desks now, eyes shifting, taking stock. “You’ll notice the powerless often see the clearest. They learn how to read the room. How to survive. Sometimes they bend power without anyone noticing—until it’s too late.” He passes my row. Doesn’t stop. Doesn’t look. Returns to the board. “This,” he continues, tapping the board once, “is a list of lovers.” He writes four names in quick succession: Damon Salvatore. Edward Cullen.

I took a seat on the sofa and began to read, quickly snapping the book shut when I read the explicit words on the pages and felt the heat crawl up my face. It most certainly was not. In fact, I had never read such a lustful story in my life. Inside were short anthologies of various sexual stories detailing sexual encounters between the three species. It was far more explicit than anything Mathilda had ever read—or anything the aunts had tried to reach us at the slave shop. I rose and wedged it back into the shelf with burning cheeks. For the rest of the day, I lingered in the sitting room, exploring the various text on Lucas’s book shelf. After some time, I’d located two maps and a pedigree

“Let’s go there, then. We’re going to get to know each other better, anyway.” Lucas didn’t want Serenity to know that he was pretending to date someone. He wanted her to be at ease by believing that he had moved on. The bookstore was on the west side of the city. They had a lot of comics and even separate rooms that were equipped with computers.

"This one baby boy, the story of the snake and his mother." I was shaken by Kevina's offer of a book for Lucas. "I'm not fond of that, can the book you give me be about math and science?" Lucas asked. Kevina looked at me with a grimace and was whispering something that I couldn't immediately understand. "Sure, baby boy. No problem." Kevina just answered. While Lucas was choosing a book, Kevina approached me.

“You really believe we’ll get that chance? You believe I'm a good mother?” He hesitated. “I’m fighting for it. As for you, then you're the best mother for our son.” Aaric came bouncing back with a stack of books. “Mama, look! Dinosaurs, dragons, and one with a spaceship dog!” Lucian took the books and quietly paid for all of them even though the comic Isla had slipped back onto the shelf when she thought no one was looking. *** As the car rolled back through the school gates, Aaric fell asleep on Lucian’s shoulder, drooling slightly onto his expensive shirt.

But why would she do that? After a few minutes, Lucas reentered the room while clutching a heavy book. Settling down beside me, he thudded the book on the coffee table and informed me, "It's the book of Healers. I am sure it has something to do with her being a Healer."

The autumn moved into the countryside with golden and red leaves. The big family house was filled with change and rebellion. Emilia prepared intensively for her Move to Oxford before – Book boxes stacked in their room, and they spent many evenings with her father in the study, where he gave her the basics of Business management explained. But on this Saturday, another one was at the centre: Lucas. The 17-year-old Lucas Voss was the only opposite of his great sister. Where Emilia was structured and responsible, Lucas was a real one