The Charismatic Lucas Gray Novels & Stories

Wow, a bath would be great right now. Grayson takes a seat by my side, as my legs still cower underneath the blanket. "It's important you don't freak out," he tells me. Instantly, his words have the opposite effect to what he intended. My heart flutters at the insinuation of bad news. It's early in the morning, my mate is looking nervous, and now suddenly, he's holding my hands between his own. I'm captured in his intrusive gaze, as he suggests I don't worry without even speaking. But nonetheless, his next sentence shocks me. "Lexia, I'm a Phantom Wolf."

​It was a weird thing to offer, and I suppose even stranger for humans, but I had no other ideas that came to mind. ​She seemed unconvinced, and I force myself to see it from her perspective. A stranger had shown up, offering her help, but still a stranger, and was now giving her a knife while trying to take her home. Yeah, I wouldn't trust that for shit either. ​My mind reels desperately for a way to ease her suspicions but comes up embarrassingly empty. ​"I'm Lucian," I say after a moment, offering her a bit of personal information with the hope of it building the base for trust, though it'd be fickle now. "I live in a nearby apartment complex. The Stems."

Gray's voice trailed off, overcome with emotion. I couldn't respond, unable to dispute the truth in Gray's words. Our friendship had been destroyed, and Alex had paid the ultimate price. Gray's eyes bore into mine. "You know it's true, Emilio. Lucas is a vampire. His kind is cursed." I looked away, unable to face the reality. "I'm leaving the city," Gray said abruptly. "Starting fresh elsewhere. I need to get away from all this supernatural mess." My heart ached, losing my friend and confidant.

Ben says running of, the helmet still on his head. I am about to ask but Gray stops me, “No questions, right now we have to go,” he hurries back to is bike just as Lucas climbs out of the driver’s side. He is trying to push past the pain. I yelp and join Gray on his bike while Ray and Cassandra climb the other one. “What did you do to me?” Lucas groans in pain. “I gave you a taste of your own medicine,” Gray says, shooting him in four more time in different parts of his body. Lucas goes down and we drive off immediately.

" Kenny is a princess and truth be told , Lucifer fits your personality. So back to my question..." He sighs. " We're fine together. I mean she's pretty and fuckin hot. We're gonna get used to each other little by little." He smirks and smile. Lucifer's handsome with a weird skull tattoo in his bicep that I really haven't seen clearly. He has sleeve tattoos too and a familiar one with Gray. But Gray had his inked at his back. Basically he's a player. Not just him , I think every single guy who works for Gray are all players. Making me to reconsider if Gray likes me. Like like me , you know feelings. I still don't know if I'm in love with him. Maybe I am but , I'm not even sure and not willin

Velkris’s gaze flicked—just for a second—toward the house in the distance. Then back to her. “I have no business with the toys Incubus have chosen to play with.” Something snapped in her expression. “Don’t let Lucas hear you say that.” A smirk tugged at his lips. “Why?” he asked softly. “What would he do?” His eyes darkened. “Lucas is weak.” Selene stiffened. “You know it.” His voice grew colder. “We all know it.” He stepped closer again, his presence overwhelming. “The black flame he inherited from Leviathan had eaten deep into his soul…”

He asked me. I just rolled my eyes and went over to Lucas. I helped him up. "Go home to your wife and kids, make sure you run away from Vino, or he'll find you." Lucas hopped on one foot away from Tyler's mansion. Tyler lowered his gun. "How dare you interrupt me, Gray?!" I sighed and crossed my hands to my chest. I wonder why he calls me Gray! He just keeps mistaking my name's for other girls, especially that Gray!

"What are we going to name him." "We discussed this." "We discussed options. Discussing options is not the same as deciding. Discussing options is what people do so they can feel productive without actually committing to anything." "Luca," Damien said. "You always come back to Luca." "Because it's right." Lennon let that sit in the dark for a second. "Luca." "Yes." "Luca Grayson-Kesler." He said it slowly, testing the weight of it, the way you'd test ice before putting your full weight down.

And now… He turned to Zayn slowly, realization dawning. “You mean…” Lucien’s voice cracked. “You weren’t… with her?” Zayn looked at him with disbelief, then laughed softly. “ She’s a decorator.” Lucia smiled politely. “Only business, Mr. Lucien. Your husband wanted everything perfect.” Lucien’s throat tightened. Relief washed over him, mixed with shame at his doubt. He reached for Zayn’s hand, gripping it tightly. “I’m sorry for ever doubting you,” he whispered.

"Why has Lucas Grant failed to return from the Barnes territory lodge? My voice demands a direct interaction with his wolf." Ever since the initial foundations of Pierce Holdings were laid, Lucas had been fully in charge of domestic pack business, whereas Charis commanded the overseas trade routes. Naturally, my memory loss requires Lucas's tongue to reorient my brain with the local territory projects. After a short, calculated pause, Charis forces a bright smile across her face. "If your voice demands his presence, my communication stone can summon his boots this exact second." In total reality, Lucas Grant is her absolute biggest concern at this marker. If his wolf spends too many watches