Lucas Sinclair Mga Nobela at Kwento

Liana’s POV I’m warm. Comfortable. There is something soft beneath me. I smell woodsmoke and books. Male voices drift into my consciousness, but I keep my eyes shut, savoring the safety that cocoons me. “How did you get away from my brother, anyway?” Ethan’s voice is quiet, as if he doesn’t want to wake me. “I’ve been ingesting small doses of wolfsbane for years,” says Blake—nonchalant. “If a wolf takes a bite out of me, it ends worse for them.”

I'd care about Lucy—so much not to see her get hurt in any way, but love was a strong word. “Yeah, she’s my Luna and I'd fix things with her once I'm back in my pack tomorrow,” I said. For a beat, I saw Sinclair study me like a complicated science experiment. His brows furrowed, "You do love her, right?" He asked, his tone laced with curiosity and disbelief. I said nothing—just stared down at the drink in my hand. "Shit," he muttered, “you don't love her." “Okay, you're making me look bad if you say it that way."

"Same as before. You always see him first. I'm not surprised. Can you give me something to cover up now?" He let out a sigh, and then his eyes went to my lower region, like he could see the tear behind me from the point. Made me feel so naked, I actually placed my hands over my front, causing him to look up with a little smirk. The thing was.. Lucas Sinclair was dangerous. No matter how small I made him out to be in my head, it did not take away the fact that this man was a literal danger to women and even men. And it was not the kind of danger anyone could spot from a mile away. He was smooth. Controlled. Quiet enough to make a person lean in, just before he

“Don’t you dare—” “Oh, I dare,” Lucius hissed, leaning closer so I could see the madness in his eyes. “It was me, Damion. I killed Anthony. I cut his brakes myself. And then—” he laughed, bitter and vile—“I made sure Sinclair bore the blame. While you mourned, I was feasting on your father’s legacy.” Something inside me snapped. My wolf surged forward, shredding through the wolfsbane’s grip. Pain seared through my arms as the chains gave way with a deafening crack. My claws tore free, blood dripping down my knuckles.

Elvis handed a report onto the table. Joseph picked it up casually as Elvis continued, "This child, originally named Lucas Sinclair, was a child star, and his stage name after his debut was 'Little Spark.' His father had gambling debts and sold his management contract to Seastorm Entertainment. His mother is a full-time mom who takes care of his daily needs. After investigation, it was confirmed that this child is not the same boy Elianna brought home five years ago!"

“My, my, my. Who do we have here?” “Hello, ma'am. My name's Lucas Sinclair. Pleasure to meet you.” “Sinclair, you say? You do look familiar…. Oh!” She snaps her fingers as she remembers. “I saw you on TV the other day. You're THE Lucas Sinclair, of Sinclair Industries.”

The one person that I knew Tristan hated with every single cell in his body. Alpha of rival Dark Moon Pack, Lucian Sinclair. He was well known as a monster among wolves, with a ruthless reputation and a knack for defeating his enemies in the most brutal way possible. Was I sure if I could even find him? How was I sure he would even agree to help me? I pushed away all the insecure thoughts and focused on my goal. I had to have faith that I could find him. I had a map that would direct me where I was headed. I took multiple stops and breaks, occasionally foraging the forest for some food.

After the conference was over, me, Lukas and Henry spoke with Sinclair about how we were going to join them to the lycan kingdom to help solve the mist issue. “So you guys can wait for us outside and drive behind us to my kingdom” Sinclair casually explained while glancing at me the whole time. “Alright then, we will be waiting outside” Lukas shook hands with Sinclair in agreement before we turned to go outside. “Hold on” Sinclair said in a firm tone, yet calming to the ears, “I want to speak to the girl alone please” he appealed with a confident look on his face.

I can’t afford to let Mum find out I’m a pornstar. I have to find a way to keep Jameson’s mouth shut for good… no matter how slutty I have to get. The way Jameson was staring at me told me he knew exactly what I was thinking, and something told me he was going to make me work very hard to keep him quiet. Game on, Stepbrother.

he lifted the gun once again, his arms outstretched and direct. ‎ ‎ ‎"no....." my hollow voice cracked through the twilight, " Eugene don't!" ‎ ‎ ‎"why won't i Victoria?" his voice murmured into a purr, ‎ ‎ ‎the glimmer in his eyes, the confidence in his voice, the tricks under his sleeves, they were all evident in his wry smile. ‎ ‎ ‎so I inhaled deeply. my fingers quietly slipping into my pocket, locking around the light metal of my pen ‎ ‎ ‎"because I know whoever you work for needs Lucas. " My voice dropped cold,