Lucas Stranger Things Novels & Stories

Lucas was puzzled he couldn't believe he had slept with a total stranger, with his personality and all he found it strang and funny all together. Lucas has a cold personality, he is especially cold mainly to the female gender , thinking back in time, his father Mr Isaac lost his precious wife during childbirth while Lucas lost his mother at a very young age of five . Because of the experience he had to go through and also watching how his father was devastated at that period of time , that was when he said to himself that he wasn't going to have anything to do with the female gender because of fear losing something dear to him.

Why was her father allowing such disrespect? “I—” “Now!” the stranger snapped. “Hot damn,” Lucia whispered, expecting to see blood flow at any moment. No one spoke to her father that way. The stranger whipped his head around and stared straight at Lucia. Shock hit her square between the eyes. Her feet glued to the floor, all Lucia could do was stand there, frozen, with her mouth hanging open. Beautifully colored indigo eyes zeroed in on her. Lucia had never seen such an unusual swirling mixture of blues and purples for an eye color. They were striking and quite intimidating.

Walking inside, I automatically heard Travis' voice saying, "I ordered food for us guys. I sense something in the kitchen that I'm sure is not safe. Let's just wait for Elphaba to come to check something radiating there. Esther is too weak to perform magical activity and she needs to focus on her healing process." Ross just stood there watching Travis remove the contents of the kit that was used to clean the blood on Esther's face. Esther is no longer on the couch and I'm sure Travis took her to the bedroom. I stepped towards it, and this was the first time I saw the view of this other room but as I wrapped my fingers around its doorknob Ross' voice dominated, "You're hiding something, does

She opened the door and was surprised to see an unknown man in her house with his escort. "Yes, who are you?". She asked. Lucas took off his shaded glasses and his cap, Ma lucy was shocked by his look and it suddenly reminded her of someone. "Good day ma". Lucas said politely. "Good, Who are you and how can I be of help to you?". She asked. "Am Lucas, I have something to tell you". he said. Ma lucy stares at him for a while and then ushers him in, they sit down and she offers him a drink.

If this man right here got killed after I left, my underwear would be one of the reason I would be a prime suspect. Fucking a stranger and losing an underwear. Damn it.

Unnoticed, forgotten. Ethan stirred awake. Sunlight spilled across the suite, and he reached for a glass of water. His eyes caught the necklace. The delicate gold chain. Heart-shaped pendant. He held it like a treasure, something precious, priceless, the weight of it heavy in his palm. A strange smile crossed his lips. Even without a name, even without a face, Ethan knew something had changed. That night, a thread had been tied between two strangers — a thread he would carry, unknowingly, for years to come.

"Had to. Lucas worked for him." Santos photographed everything. "I'll bring Thomas Sterling in for questioning. If he knows where Lucas is, he'll tell us." "Thomas is dead. Killed in Switzerland." "Then we find someone else who knew Lucas. Friends. Colleagues. Someone." I stared at Lucas's photo. Twenty years old. Dark. Intense. My age when Flynn found me. Was Lucas Covenant? Was he continuing his father's work? Or had he run away? Changed his name? Tried to escape the family legacy like Emma had?

Fear. The stranger sighed. "I had hoped you were dead." Silence. Frank's face was drained of color. The stranger looked disappointed. "Would've saved us all time." Savannah exchanged a glance with Grayson. This wasn't what she expected. Not at all. The stranger returned his attention to Grayson. "My name is Lucas." Nobody spoke. The name meant nothing. But Frank reacted immediately. His legs nearly gave out. No!!. Not Lucas. The First Son. The Sovereign.

We'll see how long you can hold out. Meanwhile, inside Room 6009, Lucas stood in the middle of the suite, his breathing still uneven. He roughly rubbed his face, trying to erase the lingering warmth of Emma's body that seemed to remain on his skin. Damn it. How could a complete stranger shake the defenses he had built as solidly as stone for more than a decade? The anger burning inside him drove Lucas straight to the work desk, where he grabbed his satellite phone. He dialed an encrypted international number. It took only three rings before the call was answered.

Anthony gave a cold snort and waved a hand, and two bodyguards immediately moved up to block the box's exit. He took half a step forward, looking me over from on high. "Layla, you're the one who stole family secrets back then, and when you got caught you tried to flip it around and blame us. If we hadn't been merciful, do you think you'd still be alive today?"