Lucas Empire Records Novels & Stories

Lesley’s eyes suddenly widened and she grabbed Lucas’s arm lovingly. “It has to be Alexander and his father’s doing! There’s no one else as capable as them! After all, he did help my mom to bag her contract with Eckre Empire Headquarters as well!” Alexander Cross could only shake his head in astonishment as he waited to hear Lucas’s reply to this.

Lucian didn’t speak right away. He simply watched. And felt something twist in his chest. Not pain. Not exactly. Something stranger. “Is this a battlefield?” he asked dryly, stepping into the room. Elias spun, his eyes lighting up. “Lucian! We’re building a castle, and I’m the king, and Ayra is the royal inventor, and we’re at war with the Empire of Dust.” Lucian raised an eyebrow at Ayra. “Empire of Dust?” “It’s a long story,” she said, still smiling. “Involves sand goblins, a giant owl, and your missing cufflinks.”

LUCY I matched back into the room to replug my phone, then went into the Living room to find Aurelio awake, stretching languidly. God-damned it, this man is fucking hot. I noticed he'd showered and changed into flesh clothes while I was asleep. The white shirt and black jeans he wore gave him that simple vibe, and still made him look more stunning. He sure knows how to wear his clothes because he looks fantastic in both casual and office wear.

And now Marcus Vaughn's resources. Lucas's empire is about to crumble. And Elara will be there to watch it fall.

“Not because of your investment or whatever because of what we shared.” For a second there was an awkward silence, a ghost of a shared past neither wished to perform. Then Lucas cleared his throat and took the practical tack he’d always favored. “I have some information about Cross Empire—its investors, shares, stock positions, and international clients,” he said, folding his fingers together. “If we’re going to do this, it has to be methodical.”

“The Evans Corporation is on the verge of collapse. And yet, you’re acting like none of it mattered.” Lucas lifted a brow. “Would you rather I had started a war instead?” Elena huffed in frustration and smacked his thigh. “I’m being serious, Lucas.” Lucas exhaled, setting the fishing rod aside. “The situation is… delicate.” His tone lost its usual teasing edge, turning solemn. “One wrong step, and the entire corporation collapses.”

He quickly scanned the documents. Corporate records. Financial transfers. Confidential contracts. All connected to Elena Varga. Lucas stood up quickly. “This cannot be real.” He grabbed the tablet and hurried out of the room. Cassian was still on the balcony when Lucas approached him. “Cassian.” Cassian turned. “What is it?” Lucas handed him the tablet. “You need to see this.” Cassian read the file carefully. Avelyn and Tan stepped closer. Avelyn’s eyes widened.

" Lucian command. Marek was shocked at his tone and to say he had suddenly begun to fear his alpha who is not just an alpha king to him but also his blossom friend. He was so nervous, Marek could feel his hands vibrating. "It's Empusa, my lord," he said out of breath. He did not run on his way here but excessive dread was making him run out of words. "Empusa?" Lucian questioned. "Yes, my lord. Empusa had started making her moves with twenty thousand warriors at her command now" he finally let it out. "Okay," Lucian said as he continues reading the book in his hand and sipping his liquor. "Okay?" Marek asked baffled. Lucien lazily raises his head and gazes at him nodding.

the nurse explained with a smile. Hope and light. Lucas whispered with a smile. Then he chuckled. "Beautiful name for a beautiful boy." Alex said with a sigh. **Back in the City** Don Antonio sat in his study. Across from him, his lead informant stood stiffly, delivering a report that grew more absurd by the second. “Lucas has started liquidating,” the informant noted, sliding a file across the desk. “He’s moved a significant portion of his offshore shares. It seems he plans for a total withdrawal.”

This was the man who had rebuilt an empire in the shadows while the world thought he was ash. "She wants a war," Lucian said, turning toward the window that looked out over the city. "Marcus, execute 'Protocol Omega.' I want every asset Leticia Valerius owns frozen by dawn. I want her name erased from every board, every charity, and every bank. By tomorrow, the only thing she’ll own is the breath in her lungs—and even that is on loan from me." "And the woman herself, sir?" Marcus asked. Lucian looked at me, a flash of dark, possessive protectiveness in his eyes, then back at Marcus.