Dj Devin Lucien Novels & Stories

He couldn’t get a hold of Damien or his son, Gunner, so he had called Devin instead, hoping that she would pick up and pass everything he’d said to his son. Just as he was about to give up on her ever picking up, Devin’s voice came through on the other end. “Hello,” Lucas shut his eyes for a moment as relief washed over him. He had finally gotten what he wanted. “Hello, is someone there?” Devin asked again. “If this is a prank call, be rest assured that I’ll haunt you until I have you crawling at my feet and—“ “Your temper is still as fierce as ever,” Lucas cut her short as he laughed.

Anne, who saw the news, became frantic and tried reaching Lucian on his phone but it wasn’t going through. Meanwhile as the news spread, Lucian drove to see one of his business allies, Devon Clark, whom he helped a long time ago. Devon was also a very successful businessman and when Lucian helped him years back in his business, he vowed to repay him back somehow. When Devon saw Lucian in his office, be was happy to receive him. “I just saw the news,” Devin said as soon as the had settled down. “And that’s why I’m here. I’m ready to use the favor ticket you owe me,” Lucian said without a smile.

“One design. After that, I disappear. Fully. I don’t want calls. I don’t want press. I don’t want my name dragged out like a marketing trick.” Duverne nods, all smooth calculation. “We only need brilliance.” Bardem smiles faintly. “You give us brilliance, Lucien, and you can vanish in diamonds.” I don’t smile back. And I have no intention of staying. Not now. Not ever again.

Lucas smirk, standing up, taking one glaze at Ethan before leaving. Lucian motioned for Ethan to take a seat. “What would you like to have?”. Lucian asked. “I am not here for that!”. Ethan bluntly declined “Why are you here?”. Lucian said, his eyes turning cold. "Let me do a proper introduction," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance. "I'm Ethan Deville, also known as the Vipers. And I am here to propose a partnership." Lucian couldn't help but chuckle, a low, rumbling sound that filled the room. "Oh really?" he teased, his voice laced with amusement. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Ethan's face.

“You were blowing up my phone last night, boyyy. You know that’s when I work. Respect the hustle.” “Actually, I was calling to talk to you about your sister." His voice is rough and gravelly like it’s been marinating in black coffee and long hours spent at work. Kelvin's one of Lucien’s security guys, permanently assigned to the penthouse. He was supposed to be incharge of keeping me in check during the gala incident, but somewhere between the champagne, the chaos, and my very persuasive smile, the roles reversed. Let’s just say I kept him in check, and the man has not known peace since.

Lucian said, "We should leave," "Not before burning this place to the ground," Lucifer suggested "I can't," "And why the fuck not?" "The deputy sheriff is here. I'm not going to kill him. I have enough blood on my hands already," Lucian declared with conviction. As Lucifer rolled his eyes in exasperation, Lucian's attention shifted to Dante, who had succumbed to his wounds and lay unconscious on the ground. It was unclear whether he was still breathing or if he had passed away. Lucian's gaze then turned to the Lycan Huntress Raven, who was beginning to regain consciousness, her movements slow and deliberate.

He asks, his voice now getting weak. “Very happy.” I answer. “Then that is enough for me.” Dravon, silent until now, finally exhales. “I’m here y'know.” ‎ ‎I glance up at him. He's obviously jealous, but trying so hard to control himself and suppress it. Lucien smirks faintly. “I'm aware, Your Highness. I just need to clear my mind before I pass.” ‎ I shush him. “Be positive, you're not going to die.”

"When I am done, he will not just lose. He will understand exactly what losing feels like. And she will be part of how that happens." The room was very quiet. Draven looked at him for a long moment. He had followed this man through the wreckage of Ironmoor. He had watched him build Ashveil from nothing, had watched him turn grief into strategy and fury into patience. He knew, better than most, what Lucien Dravon looked like when he had already decided something. “So you plan on making her suffer more?” Dravn asked. “That’s another way of putting it.” Draven stood from his chair and said, “Just be careful, Lucien, so you don’t hurt yourself in the end."

Lucien’s eyes traced every guard, every camera, every blind corner. Ariella was in there. Cold. Alone. Terrified. That thought alone made his hands shake. “Lucien,” Adrian said again, softer this time, “you can’t go in blind.” Lucien finally turned his head toward him. “I’m not blind,” he said. “I know exactly what’s waiting for me.” “And what’s that?” Lucien’s gaze darkened. “Everyone I need to kill.” For a moment, Adrian didn’t speak. This version of Lucien wasn’t the guarded man they’d known he was the one De Silva created. The one Lucien had buried years ago. The one who only resurfaced when he had something to lose.

Lucien, the man everyone thought was untouchable and had been in Italy for what they thought was for good, was now back in the country, and for the longest time he was untouchable, no one could take him down or no one even dared except for Lucas Wade, who has been hunting him for years. Lucas, the top agent of the International Crime Division, stood and stared at the panoramic view, his face stern. “Copy that, sir.” Just as he turned to leave, his phone buzzed. His lips curled when he read the name on the screen. “Hello,” he answered. “Hey, Luke! Remember Charlie? My fiancé that you don’t like? I have some good news for you…”