Lucas Sebastian Iii Novels & Stories

He continued, "But do you really think that just because you won by using some dirty tricks, it means that you've defeated me and that you're my equal?" "Equal?" Sean scoffed inwardly as he looked at Lucas. "Since when have we ever been equals?" "I'm glad you're self-aware. The difference between you and me is huge!" Lucas looked contemptuously at Sean, whom he felt was finally showing some awareness. He thought that Sean had realized how different they were. After all, Lucas was the heir of the Xenoses of Ace City! As for Sean, he was just a bastard, the abandoned son of the Lakeworths!

“Didn’t think you knew how to use a phone unless it involved detonating someone’s career." Zayn didn’t respond and as always, Julius expected that reaction. “Right,” Julius sighed. “Go ahead. Who are we stalking today?” “A boy.” Zayn’s voice was cool. “Name’s Lucien. He left my mansion this morning. I want to know where exactly he is and what location he breathes on.” “Sounds like someone got under your skin,” Julius muttered, already typing. “And here I thought you were emotionally bulletproof.” “I’m not calling for your commentary.”

Funnily, not every trained Beta was chosen. But Tobias was chosen. That alone spoke volumes of his dominance. “You laid hands on Lucian,” Tobias snapped, baring his teeth now. “You don’t get to do that in his own pack.” I sneaked a glance at Lucian—who was still out on the floor, eyes unfocused, breathing heavily. Oh shit. He looked the most miserable today. I raised a leg, but the moment I did, Killian’s head snapped toward me, and his expression twisted from darkness into something utterly predatory—so much so that my body shut down.

I composed myself as quickly as I could. "What did you discover about Lucas?" I asked in a serious tone. Sebastian tensed instantly, his jaw clenched as if the question had struck a nerve. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, and for a moment his eyes avoided mine. "Lucas isn't just reckless," he finally said quietly. "He's been moving money through dubious channels. I... followed a lead from his contacts..." He gestured vaguely to his bruised knuckles. I felt a tightness in my chest. "Did you get into a fight with someone?"

" He scowed. "This is not fair, dad! Would you do that to your son? You would take away my happiness? Then I am afraid you may have to forget that you had a son as well." "Are you threatening your father?" He stood up from the chair. "No, dad, I am not threatening you; I was just stating the obvious facts." Dr. Lucan harrumphed and said to him, "Don't say I didn't warn you." He left angrily. Sebastian goes around the compound to see if he can see Isabella, as he is so positive that the name-bearer is definitely his Isabella.

Sebastian braced his right hand against the top of the door, then helped me inside with his left. Something red marked the edge of his white cuff. Only a thin line. I didn’t get a better look because he climbed in after me and the door closed. The vehicle started moving before my seat belt had fully clicked into place. Luca sat in the front passenger seat, his tablet on his lap and a phone pressed to his ear. “Cancel the Èze route,” he said. I stopped pulling the belt across my body. “What?” Sebastian sat beside me, angled slightly forward. “Why?”

"He himself is arrogant and rude, and he dares to judge others?" Lucas took a slow sip of his tea, looking at me thoughtfully. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking. I diverted my gaze, trying not to get caught staring. Lucas definitely has the looks, I won’t deny that. Tall, well-built, and charming—he’s attractive in a boy-next-door kind of way. But he’s nothing like Sebastian. Sebastian is on another level. His presence demands attention, his sharp jawline, intense eyes, and that sculpted physique—like a Greek god carved with precision. Yet, behind that perfection lies a storm. Aggressive, dominating, unpredictable—he's a walking contradiction. Sometimes I wonder if God spent to

“The car’s ready.” Lucas, still lingering near the entrance, scoffed. “You’re just gonna leave like that?” Sebastian glanced at him, stepped forward, and positioned himself slightly in front of Evelyn. “Would you like a ride, Mr. Callahan?” His tone was flat, almost mocking. Lucas froze, jaw tight. “No.” “In that case,” Sebastian said coolly, “is there anything else you’d like to discuss?” The edge in his voice made Lucas flinch. He backed off a step, swallowing hard. “No… nothing.”

“You said Sebastian was a psychopath, right? Well, I think Lucas is a real mad man” //////::::: Hey beautiful people, who’s ready for Lucas’s story? The CEO’s Redemption

From Sebastian's throat escaped a beastly loud growl comparable to the king of the jungle's. "And who the hell is Lucas? He is one of your men. Isn't he Miss Luca? " when I could only look on in shock at his behavior. He continued, his voice darker, more arrogant. "Can not one bloody woman prove to me you are all not whores?" "Sebastian" my voice was a choked sob. "Stop" No Britondii, you stop. The fucking man just insulted you and you are behaving as if you have no sense. "Sebastian stop" shut the fuck up, fool.