Lucas Possessive Form Novels & Stories

Lucas isn’t in the kitchen anymore. “Marco,” I call, letting out a sigh, and walk through the kitchen into the dining room. “You’re supposed to say ‘Polo’ and I know you can hear me.” Closing my eyes, I hold out a hand and scan the energy in the house. Lucas is upstairs. In my bedroom. My. Fucking. Bedroom. “What the hell?” He’s standing over my weapons chest with the lid open. He holds up a razor-sharp scythe with a handle made from human bone. “You’re not like a regular witch, are you?”

The green-haired guy said with eyes so husky and a smirk so sexy that it could easily charm any lady. "Well, hello Mi armor! I'm Lue Sheng, the lady's man. I must say, you're quite fair and lovely." The grey-eyed one complimented. He had a tiny mischievous smirk hovering in those slightly authoritative grey eyes. Is that smirk a family thing now? She had seen Darien wear it before, now these two. Quan Lihue scoffed. "What are you now, Shakespeare?" He sneered. "May I have the privilege of knowing your name?" Lue Sheng continued.

The golf cart almost came off the road. "What did you just say?" he asked. I said, "I just saw a statue of a wolf. And I saw a painting of a wolf in Lucas' bedroom. It seemed that he really liked wolves." "Luke is from a very prestigious ancient family. Wolf is the emblem of his house. That's all." Lucian regained his calm and said. "Forget about the wolf. Did Luke say anything abnormal to you last night?" "He told me that he loves me. Twice. Does that count as abnormality?"

The thought of Adrian touching her, holding her, owning her, it made his blood boil with something dangerous. “You don’t belong to him,” Lucas murmured, his voice low and filled with an obsession that ran too deep. His gaze darkened as he lifted the picture closer, his lips grazing the surface in a slow, possessive kiss before he placed it carefully inside his drawer. Safe. Hidden. Then, he reached for his phone. His fingers hovered over the screen for a moment before he finally dialed a number. The call barely rang twice before the person on the other end picked up.

My presentation buried two competitors and brokered a third acquisition live. And then? I took a call from Jonathan on speaker in front of three industry giants. Casual. Unbothered. I laughed once. Called him darling. Then hung up and returned to business like he hadn’t just been the nail in Lucas’s mental coffin. Because here’s the thing: Lucas isn’t possessive because he cares. He’s possessive because he remembers. What it felt like when I trembled under his touch. When I moaned his name like it was salvation. When I waited for him to pick me.

Jace was calm, broken, and he couldn't produce an answer. “Of course he knows me,” I chuckled, turning to Jace. Jace's head was buried in shame. “Lucian, you've been a very, very, very weak fellow,” I giggled. I turned at Lucian and his eyes narrowed at me, his brows furrowed, and the chaos of the moment sank into his heart. “Jace belongs to me. He is my property. He has been my puppet all along…” He looked at Jace, who couldn't even look at him.

Liam's lips moved upon mine, his soft lips sucking onto mine, moving in a rhythm that almost brought tears to my eyes. His tongue thrust inside my mouth violently, fucking my mouth and clashing against my tongue, trying to win a battle that did not even have any competition. He pulled back from the kiss only to stare into my eyes, the anger still shining in his eyes like a possessive stance of a violent animal towards its prey. "Tell me you are going to do exactly as I say. Nod your head and tell me that you are not going to go close to that fucking bastard. You are not going to be anywhere near that fucking cunt of a man! Nod your fucking head, baby."

Lucas, meanwhile, seemed tense but calm, as if he tried to contain an inner storm. - "I warned you, Lucas," spat Paolo, his finger pointed at him. "You don't get closer to Allysa. She's mine." My heart will be hugged. To hear these words, this brutal possessiveness, frozen my blood. Lucas crossed his arms, a sarcastic grin on the lips. -"You really think you can decide for her, Paolo? Maybe it's time that you understand that Alysa is not an object." Paolo took a step forward, threatening.

“But… I can’t just sit and watch while she messes with you. I need to put her in her place.” “She’s stubborn, I’ve met her, remember? This is women’s business, and I want you to stay out of it. I know you can easily change the tide for me by just whispering sweet words in her ears, but I don’t want that. You’re mine, and mine alone,” I said with finality. Lucas let out a chuckle. "I love it when you're possessive, baby." "Of course I'm possessive. You're my husband."

I swallowed, “In a way.” “Why?” “We already have so much happening here,” I responded, being truthful about my reason for the first time, “I don’t want to put Lisa in danger’s way. The first rule of war is to grab the Luna. I can’t let anything happen to Lisa.” “You have got it all wrong,” he chuckled dryly, “The Luna makes the pack stronger, she brings power to the pack. Luna’s are connected to the energy of the moon, and once she and the Alpha are together, the pack only grows stronger.”