Lucas Sinclair Novels & Stories

“You’ve got a way with words, Richardson. Hopefully the repairs won’t take long.” Then Luciano turned, gesturing toward Lucas. “Meet my little brother Lucas Richardson.” Lucas, who’d been swallowing his fire since the moment they stepped inside, straightened with a professional grace. Every flicker of turmoil buried beneath a flawless facade. He extended his hand confidently. “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Vasiliki. I’m Lucas Richardson.” Icarus stood up and shook his hand, firm and cool. “Ah, the famous actor. Lucas Richardson. Who doesn’t know you? It’s an honor.”

Standing there was Marcus, Lucian’s head of security, his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed with a lethal suspicion that made Emelia’s threats feel like child’s play. “Vivian Lancaster had a scar on her left shoulder from a skiing accident in Switzerland,” he said, stepping into the light, his gaze dropping to my bare, unblemished skin. “You don’t. So, who the hell are you, and what have you done with the real one?”

she asked, startled. Lucas Avery stood, his expression unreadable. He had once worked for Adrian, a trusted member of his inner circle. "I had to see you," he said. Elena looked wary but stepped back, giving them privacy. Natalie crossed her arms. "Why now?" "Because you’re going to need someone who knows the way Sinclair thinks. And I no longer owe him anything." She studied him for a long moment. Trust was a rare currency. But Lucas had always been loyal—to integrity, if not always to the man.

Aria's instincts kicked in, and she quickly lay back down, pretending to still be unconscious hoping to gather any information she could from whoever was coming in. The door opened with a soft click, and two voices filled the room. One was calm, collected—clearly a man of authority. The other was more deferential, nervous, but respectful. "Mr. Sinclair, I must remind you of your condition," Lucas's voice was respectful but cautious. "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"I’m a big fan of yours." "Thanks, but that life’s behind me now—all thanks to that bastard, Sinjin Santillan," Lucas said bitterly, taking a swig of his drink. "He ruined my life, left me with nothing. I lost my wealth, my cars… everything. Now I’m living like some ordinary guy in an apartment." "So, the three of us have one thing in common—Sinjin Santillan," Taron noted. "But if my plan’s crap, will yours be any better?"

It holds the names of the women whos lives I'm going to destroy and Alpha or not I'm fucking terrified. I pick it up and twirl it around in my hand. How can a single sheet of paper feel so heavy? How can a single piece of paper hold such little information and yet hold the power to destroy lives, five of them to be exact. I take a deep breath as my heart pounds inside my chest before finally opening it up and taking in the names as I feel sweat coat my brow. Ava Sinclaire Opal Thomas Holly Smith Jenny Harlow Victoria Jackson

"Well... if you agreed immediately, where’s the fun in that? The chase is the best part." ​I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head as we both slid out of the booth. ​Walking out of the diner toward his car, I swallowed the quiet knot forming in my throat. I knew what I was doing was shady—using Marcus to get closer to Chloe and their mother. But I kept telling myself it wasn't that big of a deal. I wasn't going to break his heart. Guys like Marcus—handsome, cool, charismatic producers—didn't actually fall deeply in love off two conversations. He probably just wanted to sleep with me eventually anyway.

"You'll strain your shoulder. It won't be any fun getting injured before the main war." He stepped closer. Slow. Unhurried. The same way he'd moved through the dark room. The same way he'd caught Skylark's wrist mid-swing and set it down like something he'd found on the floor. He wasn't watching me the way Romano watched people. He wasn't calculating. He was just looking. Patient. Like he'd already seen how this ended and was only waiting for the rest of us to catch up. He reached into his jacket. I flinched. I couldn't help it. My whole body went tight under Jack's, braced for something I couldn't name.

Jacob’s POV “You must be so rough toward her that she lost consciousness, your grace.” Laurence said with a small smirk on his lips. My beta is right. I have fucked Calista so hardly that she couldn’t bear my strength. Damn. This wasn’t the first time I fucked a virgin, moreso taken their virginity. But this was the first time I lost my patience. With how Calista begged me to fuck her harder, and her voice was soft and laced with innocence, I couldn’t resist her charm.

A man is trying to look relaxed after watching another man look at what he considers his. It annoys me more than it should. Lucas appears at my elbow without sound. "That is Aurora Sinclair." I turn my head just enough to look at him. "You're certain?" "Yes, sir. Damien Cross's plus one." My eyes go back to her before I can stop them. She is listening to someone at the table, but not really. She is too still for that. Too careful. Like every word out of her mouth tonight is chosen before it leaves her. Not nervous. Not eager. Not impressed.