Lucas Stories Novels & Stories

Elena smiled as she stood up and walked back inside. After Elena left, Louis sat down next to Clara. Both of them gazing at the starless night sky, which made everything look so dark. "Anthony said that Lucas once told him a story about a frog prince and a monster, but the story got cut off because he fell asleep. Then he asked me to continue the story, but I have no idea about that," Louis chuckled softly. "Yeah, he made up some silly and strange story," Clara replied, shrugging. "I'm glad Anthony enjoyed talking about it. He also mentioned that you'll stay at his place next month."

"So tell me more about your life. Your childhood. Your dreams. I feel like I am always talking about myself and I know so little about you." We sat on the couch and I told him carefully constructed lies. Stories from Raven's life mixed with vague details that could mean anything. I deflected personal questions with the skill Jade had taught me. Lucas listened with apparent fascination. Or maybe he was just good at pretending to care. It was hard to tell with him. "I am having a party this weekend," he said during dessert. "For Ethan. I know he is only a few months old but I want to celebrate being a father. Life is short. We should celebrate the good things while we can."

“We go public. We drag this into the light again. You force a correction, or you set the whole thing on fire.” I stared at the document, at the signature I barely remembered signing, and realized: Lucas didn’t just want to haunt us. He wanted to own us. Even now. Even after everything. But this time, he wasn’t stealing a story. He was trying to become the author. And I was done letting him hold the pen.

I can see that you are getting more adapted to the human world that you can't run long distance any more" Lucas says with smile. "You can't understand, I am in a hurry to listen to some sort of great story from my wolf, he was talking about the revolution movement and I have a lot of questions to ask" Lucas face changed, his expression quite worried, "did you just say the revolution movement?" "Yes I did, did you know anything about it? Alex asked. "Yeah I do have some fact on that, infact that's why am here" Lucas said.

That Lucas didn't care about Jace until he became useful. But I can't say any of that. So I nod and watch. Lucas starts telling stories between races. About a time he crashed his bike as a kid and broke his arm. About the time he tried to build a treehouse and it collapsed the first day. Jace doesn't laugh—not yet—but he listens. Really listens. "Did it hurt?" Jace asks quietly. "When you broke your arm?" "Like crazy," Lucas admits. "I cried in front of all my friends. Super embarrassing."

" Mom! Am fine, don't worry about me" Lucas promised her.. " Really! What happened to you?". She asked him, I was curious to know what was happening and so was Adam. " Oh! I had an accident". He asked me.. " What caused the accident? Where you drinking?". The look on his mother's face changed. Lucas explained to us that he wasn't drunk, he was driving back home when he accidently bumped into a car that came out from nowhere . That seemed like a storytell, but judging from the expression on his face and wounds on his face, hand and legs? It was evident that he wasn't lieing, perhaps, did someone tried to kill him...

It was I who got surprised as too many emotions flooded my chest. Lucius was sitting on the highest point of the roof, his back on us, and he had Aiden sitting on his lap with one arm wrapped around his small body. His free hand was pointing at the wide forest in front of them while he told him stories about creatures he could find in the underworld, while I saw Aiden scratching Lucius’ arms with his tiny fingers. Lucius let out some scales on his right arm so Aiden had something to scratch on, and it looked like my son was enjoying it while listening to his story.

They were full of insecurities and emptiness, but they never acknowledged it, it was unimportant for them, especially for Lucas, who’s priorities never included himself. It was currently fall season in London, as dry red and gold assorted into the scenery of paved footpaths and busy streets in a subtle, but eye-catching way. It was a Sunday and it was the only morning where Lucas could actually relax, without stressing about waking up early. He was up till late the previous night, trying to start on his new art assignment, but he had no inspiration, which eventually made him give up, as he fell short of ideas and went to sleep, while cuddling Evy.

Salvatore; “A strip club!? “I demand, and Lucas holds a finger up. “A gay Strip club. “He corrects, and I raise a brow at him while he leans against one of the pillars of the pergola. “Have you lost your mind? “ “Honestly, there’s no definite answer to that question. “He replies, and I take a deep breath as I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I’m telling you he’s scared and you want me to take him to a strip club? How does that make any sense? “I question in frustration, and he holds out his hands. Causing his Rolex the glisten in the sunlight. “Relax. Listen. I have been following this love story from the start... “He begins, and I throw my cigarette away before rushing to him and twisting his

Taurus. Lucas' voice was nice and his distinct narrative made me seemed like as if I traveled from the past in those stories. Although it was not a perfect image as I 'saw' in the gardenia incident, it still gives me a thrill hearing the stories I haven't heard before. But some famous stories made me recall them. Perhaps I have known some details due to the memory I lost.