Lucas Sinclair Novels & Stories

“He’s thirty-eight, Isla.” “That didn’t answer the question,” I muttered under my breath, turning toward the sink to hide my smile. He sighed. “He’s powerful. Focus on your schoolwork, not grown men.” Too late, I thought. That night, I Googled him. Liam Sinclair. Billionaire. CEO of Sinclair International. My fingers trembled as I clicked through photo after photo. A commanding figure in sharp suits, steel-gray eyes that looked like they’d seen a hundred wars, and a jawline cut from marble. He had the kind of presence that made silence feel loud.

I told myself I could do this. Then, later that night, the door to Victor’s room creaked open. I looked up from where I sat beside his bed to see a man leaning against the doorframe. He had a cocky grin and an air of arrogance that made my skin crawl. “Lucas Sinclair,” he said, introducing himself. “Victor’s little brother.” “Nice to meet you,” I replied, forcing a polite smile. “You must be bored,” he said, stepping closer. “What do you mean?” I asked warily, standing up.

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

I opened the file slowly, letting Eva Sterling’s world unfold across hundreds of pages. Multiple photographs, detailed reports and statements. Destroyed careers. Lucian’s expression changed page by page. First, it was confusion. Then disbelief. And finally; horror. “What the hell…” I flipped another page. “Elise Sinclair.” Lucian stopped. “That name rings a bell.” He said, then looked up sharply. “Of course it does. She was a rising young actress years ago.” I explained. Even I had seen one or two movies she starred in. “Sinclair?”

The man walked to the middle of the room and bowed at Alessa. “The floor is yours,” she said with a smile and took a step back. He exhaled heavily and turned to Mr. Ferrari with his hands trembling. “My name is Luke and I am responsible for the murder of Dawn Sinclair,” he said, and gasps filled the room while Dalvin froze.

I folded my arms, feeling thankful for whatever deity above that gave me strength enough to sound sardonic and not devastated. Marcus was rubbing his temples and I don’t know why he looked so exasperated to begin with. “Luna,” he breathed out the word as if about to discipline a child through a lecture. I straightened, showing him that I was not intimidated. “Really…the situation…isn’t what you think it is.” He let out a heavy sigh, putting his hands on his hips as he looked in the southern direction.

But I couldn’t let him know that. “What do you want?” I asked again, my voice deadly serious. Sinclair paused for a moment, as if considering his answer. “I want you to stop. Back off, Luke. Leave this alone. Go back to your comfortable life and let this whole thing go.” “And if I don’t?” Another pause, this one longer. When Sinclair finally spoke, his voice was cold as ice. “Then I’ll make sure you lose everything. Anne, the baby, your precious company. All of it. Don’t push me, Luke. You won’t like the outcome.”

Lana Lucifer doesn’t say a word as we make our way back to my cabin, which gives me the chance to really take a good look at him. It has been weeks since I saw him, and my eyes are soaking in every inch of his masculine frame. His silky, dark hair is curled back in a trendy style, with the front being longer than the back, his dark eyes are shadowed by his long lashes, and his pouty lips are as luscious as I remember. If I had to categorize Lucifer, I’d say he’s a pretty boy with his Roman nose, high cheekbones and youthful features. Though his face may look young, his body is all man. At a couple of inches over six feet, he’s quite the specimen with his swimmer’s build and powerful aura. Hi

"I've read all the books about my family and none of them say anything about me having a brother." The man in the bed let out a small chuckle. "There is so much about your past that you don't know, Luna." I felt a surge of anger at his words. How could he claim to be my brother when I had never heard about him before? "Tell me the truth," I demanded, my voice firm and unwavering. "Who are you really?" The man's expression softened, and he reached out a hand towards me. "My name is Lucian," he said softly. "I know this must be hard for you to believe, but it's true. We share the same father."

Lucas looked at him apologetically “No, never. That’s not the case. I don’t intend to take your place or anything like that. It’s just that I was training Ethan before you came.” The coach smiled as he looked at the way Ethan was moving “I have to admit, you are a good fighter. These movements could not have come from an ordinary man.” “It's nothing important, it belongs to our herd, it's special skills.” The coach looked at him and said "Which pack are you from?" Lucas bit his tongue very hard, cursing himself for the way he spoke. He should have been more careful with his words. “I am from the Red Moon pack .”