Lucius X Harry Novels & Stories

Going for her was the same as attempting to take a junk of meat from a crocodile's mouth. "I don't know what will become of the other guys," Jacob said regretfully as he peered out of the tinted windows. "But they know we are dead by now," I retorted. "They will soon find out the whole truth later. But I hope you have learnt your lesson the hard way. Clemont Hill has never forgiven anyone who messed up with his plans," he insisted as unzipped his jacket. I kept silent for a while as glanced at the old driver who had been calm since we set off a free hours ago.

Well he might not be a real God, but with that Greek god body. Jeez... Shut it pervert. I scold my running thoughts. "Should I have made two?" Xavier place his index finger on his lip, he furrow his eyebrows, thinking deeply. A serious look on his face. "Should I maybe call him again?" "No." I let out a loud giggle, my stomach hurting from laughing too much. "You find it funny?" His strong, muscular arms tightens around me and his presence behind me sends me coughing. I don't think I will ever get used to this.

It was a little surprising for Lucius that this slightly shy woman had sent him a message first, giving him a heads-up about their meeting. His heart was happy, racing for the first time over just a short message. Lucius immediately replied: Maybe. I’ll let you know later. Lucius continued to stare at his phone screen. Several of his previous actions seemed to have made Elina less guarded around him. He was trying to build a good relationship with her—going and picking her up. “Sir, are you just going to stand there?” Lucius’s attention was diverted by a deep voice protesting. When he looked, he saw Harry, who had opened the door for him.

Lucius. He looked nothing like the stories whispered about him in the halls of power. His frame was leaner now, his beard streaked with gray, but his eyes… his eyes burned with the same hunger I had seen in Damion’s wolf. Except Lucius’s wasn’t tempered by honor. His was wild, feral, poisonous. “Alpha Xander,” he greeted, his voice a rasp, but dripping with mockery. “Or should I say… soon-to-be dethroned Alpha?”

His tone did not hide how irritated he was. "Dog? What dog? Don't give me that tone. I'm worried about you, dumb ass! It's one in the morning. Where are you?" Lucius exclaimed in confusion. Thinking if Xavier was drunk again. Xavier instantly jolted fully awake. "I'm in Ohio. I'm with Latton, she's taking a break with all the Lucian drama." He voiced out. Lucius heaves a sigh of relief, "How is she?" He asks. His tone was gentle.

They both had this mischievous grin on their faces, but they were about to be met by the shock of their lives. Lucius' POV: The previous night had been unbearable for me and I could wait to see the dawn of day, I couldn't wait to defeat Xandros and his evil mother and bring out Livia from that hell of a dungeon, I couldn't wait to make Xandros pay for everything he had put her through.

Harry interjects as he sits down next to Jedi. "You've noticed?" Luca winks and flexes his bicep with a laugh. It's the playing around that comes so easily to Luca that surprises him the most. Harry back and rolls his eyes but Jedi puts his chopsticks down to caress Luca’s bicep. "God, I wish we were at home." "You're absolutely not getting horny at work, put your arms down." Harry tsks as he swats at Luca’s bicep and Jedidiah’s hand.

Harry warned with rage written in his eyes. “I didn’t push Jessica, she is just making thing up by herself. She wanted to make it look that way.” Harry’s stoic expression, softened a bit. He didn’t understand why his intuition was making him believe me this time around. He moved away from me, his arms at his back and walked up to the window. “I have confirmed that Lucian Marcellus is back at East Coast.” He turned to look at me, who was surprised by the news revealed to her. “ I want you to go to East Coast and bring him back here, only then can you obtain my favor”

Then I saw them. Lucius. He was being dragged. Two warriors held his arms. His feet scraped the ground. His head was low his hair soddy. His skin was gray, his lips black. Each step seemed to have been painful. "No," I breathed. Harriet whimpered. "Daddy." I pressed my palm to her back. "Quiet, love." A warrior snarled, "Move." Lucius raised his head some. "I am moving," he rasped. Another laughed. "Not fast enough."

looking all frightened, and loyal. My brother…Lucius, always had a talent for turning a home into a kingdom, and a kingdom into a prison. I dropped the cigar and dragged a finger across the laptop trackpad, rewinding the footage again. And in no time the horseman himself appeared on the screen. It was Lucian. He was pacing anxiously, shouting. His temper had never aged a day. “Good” I nodded with satisfaction.“ He should be furious” The flash drive beside the keyboard caught the light.