Lucas Sinclair Novels & Stories

Lukas: I sat at the head of the table, silently watching the elders argue amongst themselves. “The pack can't be without a Luna. He needs one to solidify his position” One of them said, his tone firm. “Alpha Tristan's daughter could be a good choice. I heard his pack has been climbing the ranks lately” “It's only been a few weeks since his Luna died. We should give him some time” another said, while a few others murmured in agreement.

While Gale is walking across the course at a speed that a sloth could overtake her, Damien and I try, and fail, to imitate the sound Cain made just now, stopping when he shoots us a look that lets us know how much he's not enjoying our joke. "He's a bit up and down, isn't he?" I whisper to Damien when we climb down to the forest floor and wait for the others to make their way across. "Like, he was being all jokey and flirty one minute, then the next he's all moody and serious."

From:Derrick Austin l To:Sebastian Monteiro Subject:Lucas Full name: Lucas Dimitri Williams Age:23 Eyes:,green Hair colour:dark brown Height:5 ft 10 Sex: male DOB: November 3rd 1993 Sexuality: Homosexual Education : Tarmac Elementary Ben Smith High New York University The subject Lucas is a 23 years old gay man, who recently graduated from the New York University where he achieved his degree in media. Currently he is in a committed relationship with boyfriend of 3years John Marajh. Maragh is a young business man. Owner and operator of the popular 'GLITTERS' nightclub and CEO of the Marajh Court Hotel.

"Astro has agreed to help me, and I'm convincing Hale next." "You want me to work with you, I assume," Sinful muses, dipping his head back to look at the night sky, the stars glittering wonderfully. "Too bad Hale hates me, and would rather rip my throat out then do what is best for this family." I shiver, despite the warm water that envelops me. I’m assuming Hale is a Sin, one who I have never heard of before. If he is even half as terrifying as Sinful and Cian, then I’m not sure I want to meet him, even if the more powerful immortals we have on our side, the better chance we have against Stace.

He empathized with her current situation, recalling his own lowest point in life, an ordeal he prayed never to relive. Considering whether sharing his own heartbreak tale with Emma would provide solace or exacerbate her distress, Lucas hesitated. Realizing that it was not the appropriate time, being a stranger to her, his priority remained to ensure her safe journey home. As the sole heir of the Sinclair Empire, Lucas keenly felt the weight of his responsibilities. Tasked with upholding his father's legacy, he relentlessly strived to prove himself worthy amidst the constant scrutiny from the media. Despite his efforts, he knew tonight's carelessness might land him in the newspapers, entwined

But Sinclair ignores this, holding the nation’s champion up with his fist alone. “If you ever,” Sinclair whispers, “ever again raise your voice at my favorite child – Princess Ariel Sinclair, goddess-born, a fucking angel on this earth – if you ever dare to yell at her like that? Ever again?” Luca’s whole body shakes as Sinclair brings his mouth very, very close to his ear. “Then I’ll fucking rip your heart out, Luca Grant. And I mean that very, very literally.” With a vicious shove, Sinclair casts Luca away from him, disgusted.

she said sarcastically, I laughed out loud and her sarcastic tone, she always had a way to crack me up and that was what I loved about her. " well servant Julia what do we have for today?" I asked finally wearing my shoes. " hmm we are cleaning the training field, Mrs Shaman said it's messed up I am sure it's the douchebag and his stupid friends that kept it that way" she said angrily, referring to the douchebag, it's Lucas, the Alpha's first son and the soon to be alpha, he was known for his recklessness and wickedness, he seizes every opportunity to make life a living hell for we the omegas and we didn't dare complain in order not to become a victim of his abuse.

Sitting on the blue uncomfortable chair was none other than Caleb Sinclair, one of the guys who bullied him back when they were teenagers. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for hurting you. I hurt you and there's no amount of sorries that can change that. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad and I know that. I've tried many times to come look for you and apologize but every time I did, I backed down. I'm a coward. God, Lucas, I'm a fucking coward and I wish I could fix this. Please, wake up" he said as he held Lucas's hand in his. Caleb was a good looking guy with black hair and green eyes. He's two years older than Lucas and also taller than him at 6'1 while Lucas was 5'6 . Watching this built guy holding m

“He’s not what you think.” Clarissa scoffed. “He’s nice.” Lucas leaned forward, voice low, firm. “No. He’s a player. He sleeps around. Cheats. Lies. I’ve seen it.” Clarissa looked away, shaking her head. “Maybe people change.” Lucas shook his head. “Not him. He’s not your friend. He uses people. Don’t let me drag this on with you, please.” Clarissa let out a dry laugh. “God, Lucas, are you serious right now? Just because someone’s friendly with me doesn’t mean—”

“Yes, I mean Roman Sinclair Sr. You killed him and his two sons seven years ago during a turf war. Remember we never found the last son because he was aboard and then he went off grid after that.” That fucking bastard. Now, he's back as Mark Luxembourg. And I'm very sure he didn't come back to America because he missed McDonald's.