Lucas Books Novels & Stories

"Okay I'll get the book but what does it look like? I can't find a book I have no idea what it looks like." "It's a round book called II libro d'goeteia" "II libro d'goeteia?" "Yes" "Leave it to me, I'll start searching and get you the book as soon as possible" "I knew I could count on you" Lucia was all smiles "You like him, don't you?" "What are you saying?" "Never mind" Audrey shook her head with smiling ripping the corners of her mouth off. "Lucia is a goner, she won't admit it." She told herself

"You didn't mention that your company was sponsoring the reading day," I said, crossing my arms as I leaned against the hallway wall of Willow Creek Elementary. Lucas turned from the display board, grinning like he hadn’t just blindsided me. He looked absurdly out of place in a school hallway—with his pressed charcoal suit, freshly polished shoes, and a leather-bound journal tucked under one arm—but somehow, he still made it look natural. “I didn’t know you’d be here,” he replied, unapologetic.

The truth was that Tomas would have succeeded in his plan to enslave my family if it weren't for Luca. Lacy went to lay Katya in her room while I went to pour myself a glass of wine. I sat on the couch and stared at the sliding glass door leading to the balcony. It showed the view of the city and the blue sky. Lacy joined me on the couch with a glass in her hand. "You rarely drink, Emma; whatever the issue is must be serious." She said, and I opted to tell her. There was no point keeping anything from her right now. We were family.

" I often wrote mystery novels, and since Lucy discovered this, she frequently used it to mock me for being mentally disturbed. I paused, instinctively recalling the man from last night. Broad shoulders, long legs, narrow waist—my hands still remembered the feel of solid muscle. Hmm... not bad, actually? Lucas Channing had been sent abroad in middle school. Apparently, Mrs. Channing spoiled her younger son terribly, and he had developed quite a reputation for his bad behavior. He'd been back for nearly two years but never went to the Channing publishing house. "I heard Lucas Channing looks particularly creepy," Lucy said lazily. "His body's been wrecked by drinking and women. Perfect match f

"Those are my books." Lucas walked closer. Storybooks. Adventure books. Animal books. He smiled. "Do you like reading?" Leo gasped. "I LOVE reading." Lucas laughed. "Really?" "Really." "What is your favorite book?" Leo immediately started talking. And talking. And talking. Lucas listened carefully. Every word felt precious. Because this was something he had missed. The chance to know his son. --- After a while, Leo opened a drawer. "Look." He pulled out dozens of drawings.

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"Smut book,huh?" A look of amusement flashed in Lucas's eyes as he flicked the pages. Clarissa tried to reach for the book. "Give it back. Don't open it." Lucas took a step back,chuckling. "I never knew I was keeping a horny woman under my roof." "I'm not!" Lucas raised a brow at her, raised the book in the air and waved it dramatically. "Then, what's this used for?? Is this your pillow cover??"

Somewhere on the 11th floor, an intern dropped his mug and whispered, “He’s summoning her again.” Cue the flustered arrival of Selena Collins—overworked, underpaid, and currently balancing exactly nine folders, two iced coffees, and the crushing weight of capitalism on her narrow shoulders. “I—I’ve got them!” she gasped, bursting through the doors like a tornado of paper cuts and caffeine. A folder instantly betrayed her, exploding in a blizzard of quarterly reports across the polished marble floor. One page fluttered directly onto Theo’s pristinely shined shoes.

Leila I paced the narrow aisle of the bookstore. Financial books loomed on either side, their spines mocking me with titles like Advanced Economic Theory and Principles of Wealth. I picked up a heavy tome, its cover slick under my fingers, then set it down with a thud. My thoughts churned, a mess of frayed threads. Lucas had allowed me to take the Royal School of Finance entrance exam, but his promises always carried a hook. What was he scheming? And those questions in the exam — nowhere to be found, not in any library or seedy back-alley deal.

The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive. Without thinking, Verena sat down in the nook by the window and used the full moon as her light. She began to read from the book. "Seriona," she read the name written as the title of the first chapter. The story was captivating, and she was drawn in by the tale of werewolves. It was about a pack, led by their king, Lucas, who were cursed by a powerful witch named Seriona to only be alive inside the book. They were inside their own world where they could no longer harm humans, and the world was called Lunaria. The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the em