Lucas Stories Novels & Stories

"You want demons to be evil so badly because it justifies the atrocities committed in your god's name. Well, I'm sorry to disappoint. We're just people trying to survive systematic oppression." The hall went silent. Lucian's mask of perfect heroism was cracking. "You're manipulating them," he accused. "Using pretty words to hide your true nature." "And what is my true nature?" Cassian challenged. "Violence. Destruction. Everything I wrote-" Lucian caught himself, but too late. "Everything you wrote?" Adrian pounced on the slip. "Interesting phrasing. Almost like you think you created him." Lucian's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Almost like you think this is all a story you control," Adrian con

| 8:37 pm — INT. THE TIPSY CACTUS. BAR. NIGHT. — LUCIAN sits at a sparse wooden counter, in a rowdy bar of men and women alike. Some watching a rousing game of American football, all with cups of alcohol to imbibe. Lucas props himself on a stool beside Lucian, eying the man. Lucas Chuck: Why are we really here, man? Lucian Slater: We're here because I need a drink, and I need you to tell me what the hell is going on.

“You should write scripts for soap operas.” “Hey, I could sell this story to N*****x. We’ll call it ‘Secrets and Stilettos.’ Or wait, ‘Diapers and Diamonds!’ That’s the tagline.” “Stop,” I said between laughs. “You’re insane.” He glanced at me sideways. “But I made you laugh. So… I win.” I nodded, still smiling. “You win.” Lucas had always been that light-hearted constant. Someone who knew how to pull me back from the edge without pushing too hard. He didn’t ask questions I didn’t want to answer, but he was there, solid, steady, loyal.

But the words—the promise—was too tempting to ignore. Elias. Back where he belonged. With him. Away from Lucian. "How?" Tristan forced out. "Lucian has him locked down tighter than a fortress. I can’t even get near him." "And that," Luca said, voice dripping satisfaction, "is why you need me." He swept across the room to a small table, pulling out a faded parchment. A map—Lucian’s mansion, sprawling and intricate, was sketched across it in harsh lines. "Lucian built himself a palace so perfect, so impenetrable," Luca murmured, tracing a finger along the walls, "he forgot something important." He looked up, eyes gleaming. "Power makes you lazy. Arrogant."

He bid his good bye and closed his door after he heard Liam closing his bedroom and switched the lights off. Lucas wasn’t sleepy. He took a warm bath, thinking about the meeting he had to attend. He had a hunch that someone was selling their secrets to their enemies. And finally tonight the traitor was caught. Though he was a little fish, he couldn’t manage to make huge money but still. There was no word like deceiving in Lucas's dictionary. He made sure that the traitor would pay for his deeds before he would meet his death. And only then he came back to get Liam.

When you were all over me this afternoon, you were so bold and courageous, I even begged you to stop but you wouldn't listen," Lucas said to me, making me more confused. I tried to struggle to get off from him. "I do not know if you are telling the truth or if you are just making up this stories in order to get close to me but all I can tell you is that I wasn't at home this afternoon, so just put an end to all of this rubbish. I had a very busy day and I would love to take a proper rest."

Lucas placed his hand on the necklace she gave him as he whispered "I don't know" "What about the spell you used?" “I don’t know, all I know is that I made a deal with the vampire titans to let me enter the Holy Land to save her.” Irene looked at him cautiously, waiting for him to continue his words, while it was clear to Lucas that he was reluctant to tell him what happened. "We'll talk about this later." He said as he turned to leave, after he caught his last look at Lucien, who was carrying Emilia as he left for the palace.

* Who knew spending more minutes parked in front of an ice cream van would cause the rain to come pouring down fast and who knew that would also cause the car to breakdown? We called for help from home but that was at least thirty minutes drive in the absence of the rain so we had to wait in the car till the driver made it to our location. We first watched random YouTube videos, then argued about irrelevant stuff and told each other stories about out childhood. Lucas was born in New York then moved to France at the age of seven. He didn't explain why he dropped out of high school at fourteen and I really didn't want to dwell much on the topic cause it looked like it slipped out of his mouth

“Well now, where did you learn to talk like that lately? You’ve gotten quite good with words.” Lucas did not answer. Instead, he looked at Aurora with a smile in his eyes. He certainly could not tell her that Desmond had recently downloaded a bunch of online novels for him. Titles like The Domineering CEO Falls for Me and The Young Maiden’s Ninety-Nine Attempts to Run Away. He had learned quite a few tricks from those books and planned to try them out on Aurora one by one. Besides, all of this was just to strengthen his position in the family. Lucas did not feel the least bit embarrassed about it.

"It's not always easy, but it's definitely rewarding. Plus, it's given me some great stories to tell." As they drove, Lucas pointed out various landmarks and sights, sharing stories and anecdotes about the city. Lucia listened, entranced, feeling like she was getting a personalized tour of LA. After a while, Lucas glanced over at her. "Hey, are you hungry? I have no idea when Avon’s going to be done, and I don't want you to starve waiting for him." Lucia's stomach growled at the mention of food. "Actually, yeah, I could eat."