Lucas Sinclair Novels & Stories

Was her eyes playing tricks on her or was the light skinned, brooding stranger really there? The trance they had subjected themselves to was broken by a cough from one of over 170 students, a light skinned boy with chestnut hair who looked nothing older than 24, making him probably three years older than Clara and 6 years younger than Lucian. Lucian broke the stare, “Just take a seat. Never repeat this.” He commanded dismissing her, the painful hiss of the microphone following his words.

I was going to be the one to do it one way or the other, I needed to play this game. The door opened without warning, and I quickly slipped back into character, fragile, sweet, grateful. I looked up with wide eyes as the woman I had come to destroy stepped into the room. Sienna De Luca. She didn’t speak right away. Her gaze swept over me, taking in the sight of me still in the robe the maids had given me. She looked too calm, too unreadable. I exposed my leg just enough for her to see it, to know that I was this exposed, this easily seen to him. But I knew that Damon would not be foolish. He would not tell her that he was here. I would have to be the one to do it.

The television volume was low, but no one in the Sinclair living room missed a single word. Their steaming cups of morning coffee sat on the center table untouched, eyes glued to the screen on the wall. The headline crawled across the bottom of the screen in bold white letters: ATTEMPTED KIDNAPPING SHAKES ASTER LANE, PROMINENT BUSINESSMAN DAMON SINCLAIR INVOLVED. The reporter’s voice was detached, the way people sounded when they were discussing tragedies that had nothing to do with them.

Lucas The moon hung fat and heavy in the sky, a bruised purple disc that cast elongated, skeletal shadows across the sprawling pack lands. Lucas navigated the familiar paths with a practiced grace, his footsteps muffled by the dew-kissed grass. He was a wolf of shadows, a silent protector, Oliver’s right hand, and tonight, a traitor in the making. He considered his next line of action. Should he just forget about Chloe and trust the truth he believed all his life? But curiosity had his legs moving on their own accord.

Sinclair chuckled, his laughter cold and mocking. “You’ll see soon enough, sister. Alpha Cahir has plans for you and those precious children of yours. He’ll make me rich enough to buy my way into power. Imagine that—me, a lowly whore's son, becoming one of the rulers at the free city.” His eyes gleamed with ambition. “Your Lycan babies will pave my way.” *No, no!* Ava screamed inwardly. Her mind flashed to her children—little, vulnerable. The fear gnawed at her like a wild animal whenever Sinclair mentioned them. They were her weakness.

“Something did happen with Ann, what did you do?” “I messed up.” There was rustling from the other end and Lucas was certain that his best friend was pacing. “Well you better fix it, Lucas. The Sinclair is a very important deal for us and we can't mess it up. You know just how important this is, so you can't mess it up.” Shane said in a firm voice that gave no room for argument. “Now tell me what you did wrong?” “Remember that girl I told you about? The one with the scar?” Lucas finally said after minutes of gathering his thoughts.

“Who?” Lucas took a sip of his soda. “Sebastian Sinclair.” Elsa frowned. “How do you figure?” Lucas shrugged. “I keep seeing him around Asher. They’ve been hanging out a lot lately.” My stomach dropped. Houston sat up straight. “Wait. Sebastian Sinclair?” “Yes.” “The model?” Lucas nodded. Houston blinked and then he groaned. “I’ve lost before I’ve even started. How do I compete with that? Seriously.” He flopped back on the couch dramatically.

[Sinclair: I need him to think I’m loyal to him, so when I ‘die’, he believes it was an accident. [Adrian: I see. How do you plan to make him believe your loyalty?] [Sinclair: Um…I’m going to agree to be his Luna.] [Adrian: NO!] [Sinclair: Hear me out. I’m not going to cross any lines. But he may kiss me, and I will need to let that happen.] [Adrian: FUCK NO! MINE!] [Sinclair: Always yours. This is only to make him trust me wholeheartedly. When I ‘die’, he will be too devastated to act immediately.]

[Sinclair: I need him to think I’m loyal to him, so when I ‘die’, he believes it was an accident. [Adrian: I see. How do you plan to make him believe your loyalty?] [Sinclair: Um…I’m going to agree to be his Luna.] [Adrian: NO!] [Sinclair: Hear me out. I’m not going to cross any lines. But he may kiss me, and I will need to let that happen.] [Adrian: FUCK NO! MINE!] [Sinclair: Always yours. This is only to make him trust me wholeheartedly. When I ‘die’, he will be too devastated to act immediately.]

"BORING,I'm getting so bored just watching them. I need the climax my baby. I thought he will hate her for bringing a fake identity. I even implanted a thought of her being a criminal yet he ignored it. Oh brother. You just wait and watch I will ruin you. This trip to London won't be easy for you. Son of Lilith Hecate. Mother, Mother , Mother. She wants you for her own good but I want to rule in your position apart from being a future queen here". Clara watched the bowl which had two sides. The water was divided into two, showing Jason speaking with his uncle Davil as Lucy spoke crazily to the computer in front of her .