Lucas Cute Novels & Stories

He smiled softly because her surprised facial expressions were funny and cute at the same time. Juliette turned and caught him looking at her, but this time, she didn't mind looking away. She remembered what her best friend told her before, Lucas was indeed hot. The amazing thing about him was that he never tried to impress anyone. He often kept it simple, even his outfits were entirely black and not attracting attention. But despite his simplicity, Lucas still looked very handsome. Juliette's favorite part about him was his feline eyes. Now, the way he was looking at her was killing her. Lucas's eyes were transpiercing hers, they were hypnotizing her.

So my bum was out in the open. "Wow!" Lucas exclaimed, his gaze burning a hole through my skin. "You are the literal representation of a goddess." He came forward in a fluid motion as if hypnotised, and his hands reached out, grabbing each breast. He squeezed them, and I watched as his hands sank into the pillowy flesh. "Lucas." I whispered, and he gazed up at me, prompting me to release a ragged breath as his golden eyes burned through me. "Fuck." He cussed as he squeezed my breast again. He was like a child that had just been given his favourite toy, and he couldn't wait to play with it.

I’ve got to stop this, think more positively Lillian, only you are impeding this. Something brushes my arm. I jump and scrabble, brushing at my arm. Freaking spiders! Luke’s laughing at me. He’s saying something, but I can’t hear him. I remove my earbuds. “Not funny Lucas!” “Sorry, you just look so cute, curled in a little ball, singing softly… What was it? I don’t want to fall in love?” he grins, biting his lip to stop himself from laughing at me again. “What?” I blink at him, confused.

she breathed, rolling her hips instinctively. Lucas' fingers danced along the edges of the lace, tracing intricate patterns that sent shivers down her spine. His touch was maddeningly light, teasing. "Did you notice, baby girl?" he asked, his voice low and husky. "This little number has a special feature." Emily's brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?" A devilish smirk played on Lucas' lips as his hand slid lower, ghosting over her most sensitive area. "It's crotchless," he revealed, his finger slipping easily between her folds.

Lucas starts moaning in a high pitched voice and I clamp his mouth shut with my palm. My eyes already wide from the stunt he pulled. “Are in your right mind? I’m fucking going to killing the rogues and you are moaning here. And this shit was not cartoonish as you claimed you wanted to do.” I wispher yelled at him. Lucas laughs out loudly before speaking in his wheezing voice. “For one, you don’t give a rat ass about this killing, you will do it happily and you can take down those bastards alone. You are just being cautious for the pack. Second, my moaning has nothing to do with your killing. People have sex when they go on war, so that if they die; they die happily knowing they at least got

The sky stretched wide above, endless blue dotted with drifting clouds. Lucas cracked one eye open, then pointed upward. “That one looks like a rabbit.” I tilted my head. “More like a lopsided wolf.” “You have no imagination.” “And you do?” “Of course.” His grin returned. “That one’s a dragon, fierce, majestic and handsome.” “Handsome?” I scoffed. “Clearly modeled after me.” I rolled my eyes but laughter burst out anyway. It felt strange in my chest, like I’d forgotten what it was supposed to sound like.

Lucas carried in a large stone bed and smirked, “This will be your sleeping spot from now on. Don’t try to steal mine.” Luna let out a cold laugh, “Do you even know how to sleep? Stop acting ridiculous.” After a few sarcastic exchanges, they quickly cleaned up and prepared to head to the bonfire. Both of them were thinking about Clar. They just wanted to see her sooner. Lucas wrapped a blue beast-skin skirt around his waist. Paired with his deep blue eyes, he looked innocent and youthful—like a well-behaved puppy.

Me or him? I am leaning towards Lucas. I saw those hungry eyes when he was just a mere little boy. He does that little tilt, not a cock, just a tiny flick of his head while he gently moans under the cover of a strained breath. In that one moment of weakness that he lets go when he thinks nobody is watching, it is then that you will know what Lucas Lucero really wants. And has he done that little flick of a moan? My god, there was even a small little hiss as he realized that he had perhaps opened up more and given far too much than what he already should of. In fact, he came for seconds, and Lucas Lucero is not a man that does do seconds very easily.

I scold, swatting his hands away from his chest. My eyes looked at him sternly, surprised he looks at me, and then magic happened, for the first time in my life saw Lucinao burst out laughing, not a smile or a smirk, he is full-on laughing. He looks so boyish right now, his eyes wrinkled, his pale face is how beautifully flushed, and his eyes twinkling, right now he is resembling Lucas, the father, and son duo that has the same billion-dollar smile and his brother's dimple.

LUCAS FOUR YEARS LATER Theme song - You're Mines Still, Yung Bleu ft Drake While searching through files in the study room, a picture dropped on the floor. I reached for it and my breath caught in my throat. It was a picture of a small girl and boy. The girl's brown hazel eyes shine brightly, her tongue stuck out of her mouth playfully.My lips curled up into a smile as I stared at the picture, forgetting what I was looking for.