Lucas Sebastian Iii Novels & Stories

I used to console him when we had not found our mate, but now that we have found her, he has already forgotten about me and only wants to be cozy with Camilla, wait till I meet Isabela then I will not even care about him anymore. I know that Isabela must also be excited to meet me for the first time. I am nervous because I don’t know if she will like me or not. “You bastard, you did it on purpose, didn’t you?” it was Lucien's voice and he sounded quite angry. “Yes, I did it on purpose, so what are you going to do about that?” I taunted at him. “But don’t worry, we are one and the same and it does not matter who is in the front, right?”

This time, his smiles were bright. "What will his name be?" A random person in the room asked. "Rex." The man announced proudly. "Rex Luciano. Heir to my throne." "And him?" The midwife with the oldest of the twins asked, gesturing at the child in her arms. The master glanced at her and the child in her arms. "Max. Max Luciano. He might be the oldest but, sadly, he won't be staying here. Alert the soldiers. They'll be taking him to the witches tonight. He'll stay there until they find a cure for him."

Elena stood and began pacing. “You’re asking me to walk into a room full of people who think I don’t exist… and tell them I’m their surprise heiress.” “Yes.” She stared at him. “You really are insane.” Rowan didn’t argue. Sebastian tapped a few keys on the screen. “There’s another problem.” Rowan looked at him. “Lucian.” Amara frowned. “What about him?” Sebastian pulled up a security feed. Lucian exiting the Vale estate earlier that night. “He’s moving independently,” Sebastian said.

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.