Lucas Stories Novels & Stories

But, I would be very guilty if I didn't give you a present now. Lucas didn't answer right away. He stared at the road ahead as he drove. Remembering Luna Lee, his ex-girlfriend since college. All those memories. Luna and herself have changed from teenagers to adults and they have been through a lot. Love, passion, anger, and a breakup made them finally separate two years ago. But that was then. Now Lucas has found Emma and is preparing to build the household ark. Ting… A message came in again. From Luna. 'Please Lucas. Just this once, let me give you a present. Please…'

I asked. "I don't think I ever could," Lucian responded. I didn't feel like he was talking about the moon. We made small talk before he told me the short story about his wings. After the story, our food arrived. We had two sandwiches each and a glass of wine. I thought I could handle it so I sipped lightly with my sandwich. A thought invaded my mind. "Can I see them now?" I asked with so much hope.

Hannah asked with concern when she saw Jessica coming back. "Hannah, Lucas just asked me if I were the author of 'Youth'," Jessica glanced at Hannah and said. "How did he know about that?" Hannah's eyes widened. As Jessica's best friend, Hannah knew that Jessica was Cynthia. Some hooligans once blocked Jessica's way when she was fourteen years old. Jessica fainted after she fought with them. Lucas saved her. After that, Jessica had a secret crush on Lucas. That was why Jessica wrote that story later. Thus, the protagonist was based on Lucas.

Mino, oblivious to Lucas's true feelings, continued to regale him with stories of his adventures. "And then, we saw this really cute puppy, and my crush was so excited to pet it! I swear, it was adorable. And after that, we went to this really cool bookstore, and... oh man, I could go on and on!" Mino's words spilled out in a rapid-fire sequence, his enthusiasm and excitement infectious. Lucas, despite his initial reluctance, found himself listening to Mino's stories with a growing sense of interest. But as Mino continued to talk, Lucas's expression slowly began to darken. His eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched, and his fists tightened into balls. Mino, still babbling away, didn't notice the ch

He let out the friendliest of smiles, making Anderson very uncomfortable. Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive the stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation

He had made subconscious notes throughout the years, and it was now time to put both his talent and instincts to the test. It was a tale about a long, meandering quest that would conclude with a devastating war. It was a story about brotherhood, hope, and courage. At its core, though, it was a love story; a love triangle that would ensue among his protagonists, the two best friends and the ravishing priestess. Tonight, Lucas had been embellishing the first volume's opening scene, focusing on the medieval-like village from which his two protagonists hailed. He needed to convey their deep friendship while sharing as much as possible from their fantastical world.

I’d read about it in history books before my capture, but I didn’t understand how it was prevalent now. “I’m sure you don’t know about the most interesting part,” said Lucas. The smile he wore was thinner than usual. Like it was hiding something. I watched as he knocked back the last of the blood-wine in his goblet an sighed. The stench of the blood on his breath was nauseating. “You see, I understand your confusion better than anyone. You want to know why we’re doing what we’re doing. The answers you seek can be found in the Empire’s story.” “Can’t you…just tell me?” I asked.

Lycidas hissed. Like what I've just said, Lycidas is still that pretty little boy who staggered and tottered toward me, holding a dead rat and a human's head in his hands, begging me to give him a twirl. He was like a loyal puppy, following me everywhere. He'll never betray me or tell my secret to others. "Father, are you listening?! That human girl is Lucas' mate! Lucas wants to secretly get married to that human girl and they will have human babies! He wants to put an end to our species because he's a selfish bastard that can't keep his dick in his pants!"

She was tired of being the only one playing this high-stakes game blindfolded. "Do you have time for a story?" Lucian asked, his eyes drifting shut. "A story about blood, betrayal, and a long shot at redemption?" "I'm all ears." Lucian began to speak, his voice a raspy whisper. He told her everything: his birth, how his brother Randall had grown up in Derek's shadow, and how Randall had eventually died a brutal death on a full moon night just to keep the pack safe. Every word, every drop of blood, he laid it all out.

"Mom? What's wrong? Why was someone yelling?" "Nothing, baby. Just some grown-up drama." I pulled him into a hug. "Everything's fine. How about that story now?" "Okay." But he looked worried. "Was that Dad's other wife? The mean one?" "Yes. But she's gone now and she's not coming back." "Good. I don't like her." He took my hand. "Can we read two stories tonight? I'm not very sleepy." "Two stories it is." We settled onto his bed, Lucas tucked against my side as I read about dragons and knights and adventures. His breathing gradually evened out, his eyes drooping, until finally he was asleep.