Luka Smiling At Booker Novels & Stories

But Nathan didn't had a choice, Sasha is a very strong girl. When the two left, Lila and Lucas was left inside the room. No one was talking and Lila was just looking up at Lucas who was a lot taller than her waiting for him to utter a word. "I just want to say thanks for the activity," he emotionlessly said to her that made her get back to her senses. Lila felt her hands starting to be cold and it's as if her heart is beating out of her chest. "No worries, it's fine," her lips curved upward and a gummy smile flashed from her face just like how she usually smiles with other people, but this time, it was more special. Lucas, on the other hand, remained on his poker face and nodded.

I was only pretending and the weight of it pressed down on me all at once. I folded my hands in front of me, staring at the grass and then Luca’s fingers slid into mine. The contact was gentle but sure, his palm warm against my skin. I startled slightly, looking up at him. “Smile, wifey. You can only win with a smile ” he murmured, almost amused. I tried to smile but it probably came out crooked. He smiled back, but not his usual composed smile. This one was softer, a little crooked himself, as if he was holding back laughter.

“Was I?” “You heard something.” “Maybe.” Adrian came closer. “And what do you plan to do with it?” Lucas finally turned to face him. He let the smile grow slowly, soft and calm, just as Adrian had taught him to do in public. For the first time, the smile was not fear. It was a plan. Adrian’s face went still. Lucas looked into his eyes and said gently, “Nothing yet.”

I bite my lip and grin. Alexi squealed. “Wren! I’m so happy for you!” She hugs me. “Atta boy, Tarzan. I knew you could do it!” Luke jabs Lucius' arm “Stop calling me Tarzan.” He growls. Glaring at Luke. “You like it.” Luke grins. Lucius tilts his head. He crooks his finger. “Come here." He snarls. Luke’s brow goes up. He starts walking backwards. “I’m…um…going to get a beer.”

As if everyone had heard something final in Damian’s voice and did not quite know what to do with it. I ended up near the small room they had set aside for Nico. The door was open. He sat cross-legged on the bed in socks that did not match, a book turned upside down in his lap, looking deeply offended by it. When he saw me, his face lit in a way that made something inside me go soft before I could stop it. “Uncle Luca.” I leaned against the frame. “Does that book insult you personally?” He held it up. “It has too many hard words.”

I saw children waving paper flowers from the front row. And beside me, Luca bent his head close to mine. “Are you happy?” he asked. I looked at the stage. At the lights. At the city beyond the glass. At the man who had once wanted to lock every door around me and had instead learned how to stand beside me while I opened them. Then I smiled. “Yes,” I said. “I am.” His hand tightened around mine. Below us, Euphoria bloomed back to life. And this time, nothing burned.

“Sir, the printer decided not to cooperate with me today. It’s a paper jam.” Lukas stopped walking and moved toward the printer. Instead of frowning as she expected, he gave a faint smile. A smile. She blinked. Wait. Did he just smile? Wasn’t he supposed to be shouting at her right now? “I’ll handle it,” Lukas said calmly. No anger, no harsh tone. Almost like he was a different man. She stepped aside, giving him space. Better not talk—he might suddenly turn into a dragon and roar at her again.

As the server gave her the final drink and left, I was grinning classily. She was still smiling and looked at me. We were smiling at each other, competing with each other. "Are you okay?" Lucius enquired. I smiled as I turned to face him and gave him a little nod. His head was turned to me, a bewildered expression on his face. I gave him a shoulder pat while grinning. "You won't understand," I replied, putting a gentle touch on his shoulder. "Simply savor your beverage. I'm doing all OK. Lisa started taking a drink from her glass, which made me smile even more.

"Here!" Luca was taken aback by how much the image behind the frame captured all his facial features. He was so amazed that the corners of his lips lifted slightly. "Hehe, you smiled." "..." Luca had no words for him. "You've got to admit that it looks exactly like you. I even got your frown right." "I do not frown," Luca grumbled. "Eh? Prove it then. Show me your happy face." "*Blank*" "Now show me your sad face."

He says this like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, like Valerie Stone’s parties exist solely for the purpose of tormenting her. I roll my eyes but can’t help the small smile tugging at my lips. I mean, he’s not wrong. Nate’s attention snaps back to me, and his brows furrow as he takes in the sight of Luca crouching on the floor next to me, picking up a book. His expression turns curious, eyes darting between us. “Wait a minute—why’s he helping you pick up books? What happened? Is he an ally now or something?” Luca, without missing a beat, glances up from the pile of books. “He can hear you, you know.”