Lukas X Jesse Novels & Stories

“Did i also mention that chances the shoot is going viral is low?, almost nobody knows you. Or thomas, so this is your chance. If i were you, id be thankful.” I sunk deep into my seat. “Great.” I winced. “Alright shall we ?” Mr Hosea coordinated. “And , please bring thomas in.” At this point, i was done correcting him on Lucas's name. Just then, Lucas walked in. Bronzed to perfection with pixie looking dust. And being Lucas, He stole the attention. Id say he looked breathtaking, but that wouldn't matter. He had a single rose flower given to him, i assume thats supposed to lay in-between his folded lips.

Jess almost screamed. \"God Jess! Keep quiet! Axel fell asleep!\" I said pointing at my baby who was sleeping calmly on the blankets. \"Don’t lie to me, Sheppar, I could really kill you this time.\" Jess said. I was terrified to look at her grim face as she stood, which I also did by adding a step back, at least I needed to stay away from her. \"Did you fuck him? Is he good?\" euphoric Lucas asked. \"Tell me you didn’t abandon your best friend because of my asshole brother, tell me you didn’t.\" Jess said with a hurt tone.

Karen bites her lip, her eyes running all over him as he steps off the treadmill and heads towards us. "You can't ask someone that." Astrid giggles, slapping Karen's arm. "Hey, I just need a shower and I'm ready to go. Are you done?" Luke drapes his arm around my shoulders, smiling at the girls who are all looking at him as though he's a famous rock star and they want to be his groupies. "Yeah, Coach said she wants us to get a quick drink to properly meet each other. Do you want to come?" I notice a couple of the girls nodding but Luke shakes his head.

They were a bunch of lucky and extremely good-looking Jewish chaps who were shit-pampered and spoilt-rotten by their stocks and investments broker daddies. "I stopped using Clix," Jesse stated, looking up at Levi's green eyes. "I'm kinda seeing someone right now." Levi and Isaac stopped at the same time to gape at Jesse, their jaws almost dropping to the floor out of extreme shock. "What the fuck, dude?" Levi wailed, guffawing. "We just went to L.A. for a few weeks and now you're dating someone?" He scoffed, holding onto his drink. "I don't even want to call it dating. We have a weird... arrangement." He didn't want to call it a relationship either.

Perry, this is…" While I was still racking my brain trying to think of a way to introduce Lukas to Perry, Lukas interrupted me and took a step forward, shaking hands with Perry. "Nice to meet you. I'm Lukas Charter, Jessica's fiancé."

Coach Jensen stood nearby, arms crossed, exchanging quiet looks with the medic. Lukas didn’t need to hear both sides of the call to know it was about him. “I get that, Dr. Grant,” Jess said, voice low but firm. “But I want to make sure this isn’t a rush job. We need someone good. He’s a core player, and frankly, a stubborn one.” That earned her a dry look from Lukas. She turned, catching it, and lifted a brow like she dared him to argue. “He's in Crestwick?” Lukas finally asked, breaking the silence. “You found someone local?”

is* Jess?” Luke asked boldly. “What’s wrong—are you jealous?” Oh no. Christian’s face darkened. I could see the storm building in his eyes. “She’s my best friend,” he growled, voice raw. “So?” Luke retorted. “Does that mean she’s yours to keep forever while you go chasing someone else? She has every right to love and be loved too.” The tension escalated rapidly, and I barely understood how it had come to this. Jake rushed between them, arms outstretched. “Whoa, whoa, guys, chill! No fighting!” But Luke wasn’t done. “You can’t answer him, because you know I’m right.” Then, in the most bizarre twist, Luke started laughing. A full, uncontrollable laugh that filled the room lik

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!

“I thought you were like boy genius or some shit” “If you want to do it, be my guest,” Jace says peering up at me over the top of his laptop. “I’m the muscle, you’re the brains, so just, just, I don’t know, be brainer” He narrows his eyes at me before returning to his computer screen and mumbling to himself so quietly that not even my werewolf hearing can make out the words, “Damnit! The files encryption is way harder to crack than I anticipated”