روايات وقصص ضمن Dj Devin Lucien

Strengths: Strategic genius, especially in mergers and branding Calm under pressure Intuitive can read a room and sense motive Loyal to a fault once trust is earned Weaknesses: Emotionally guarded, represses affection Prone to overworking and perfectionism Doesn’t forgive betrayal easily Tends to push love away when she feels too much. LUCIEN VALE Age: 24 Zodiac Sign: Scorpio Occupation: Tech mogul’s son, investor, founder of V-Tech Edge Voice: Smooth, sarcastic, layered with secrets Son of Elias Vale a man known for cold ambition and ruthless business moves. Lucien was raised with strategy instead of love. Sent to boarding schools, trained in corporate espionage, and groomed to take down th

I tried to shove the negative thoughts, he was still alive, if he was dead, I would have known, I would have felt it. "Um...Nothing, I just..." I shifted my stare to Devin. "Devin you can go, I will call you when I need you." Devin gave a curt nod and left quietly after placing a white file on Lucian's desk, the moment the door shut closed, I was consumed by anxiety. The corners of Lucian's lips curved into the semblance of a smile. "Come here!" He patted one of his knees and my heart skipped with a quick intake of breath.

A don’t you dare. Damian didn’t look away from Ezekiel, but his jaw tightened. Lucian stepped forward half a pace, silver eyes hard. “Damian, he is not a healer. He is not a counselor. He is a man who sells truths like they’re perfume and enjoys watching people bleed for them.” Ezekiel smiled, delighted. “Oh, Lucian. That was almost affectionate.” Lucian ignored him completely, gaze locked on Damian. “If the Dravens wanted you to know something, they would have written it. Not left a leaf to be read by him.”

Connor asked worriedly seeing the changes in their facial expression of Devlin. “I...If she is your sweet pie, you’ve told me only about her childhood?” Devlin asked in amusement as it was clear to him that he knew his mate’s childhood beforehand. “Yes, Brother, whatever I told you about my Sweet pie, is only about your mate” Jammie confirmed that Devlin’s guess is correct, making Lucy gasp in shock. “Is…that mean…he is your Dev brother?” Predicting this Lucy looked at Jammie and, Cara and Jammie nodded their head at her.

Instead, he poured another drink, his throat tight. “Get out.” Damien didn’t move. “Not happening.” Before Adrien could lash out at him, his phone buzzed. Unknown number. His stomach twisted into a knot the moment he opened the message. Nice speech, Adrien. Shame about the glass. Next time, I won’t miss. – L Ice ran through his veins. Lucian. Lucian Vega. The only man who could meet him step for step, outplay him with a grin, turn promises into blades. Adrien hadn’t seen him tonight, but the message was taunting, too close felt like his voice coiled around his throat.

I just picked up random women to f*ck , not giving them a second glance afterward. No wonder the name of Dark Devil, stuck with me since my university days. Well, the Devil was definitely my cousin, Lucien Sylvester, grandson of Benson Sylvester and the owner of this cruise line. However, my cousins, Dominic and Damien, kept up the family name, too, and together we were The Heartless Devils. Of course, there were ample reasons behind the names. While Lucien and Dominic went through similar shit in life, Damien and I shared similar experiences in the matters of the heart.

“Same here. Dervic doesn’t want her dead, apparently. He called you a bastard, he wants me to fight for her. So just let her go, Lucien.” Lucien tilted his head slightly, and then I heard a low, humorless chuckle escape him. His eyes flickered to me, and I froze, my fingers clenching harder around his hand as I caught that wicked glint in his gaze. His cold expression was gone, replaced by a sadistic, dangerous gleam. “Would you really fight your brother for a wolfless omega?” he asked, his eyes locked on me. I whimpered as his lips curled into a cruel smirk.

stated Damien. “Take us with you. You do not how badly he injured Mark. So, we shall not take any kind of risk. Mark told me how he defies the rules made for Devils so it is better to be cautious than be regretful later,” Lucian suggested. Damien gave a tiny smile to Lucian and said, “I will go there myself. I found out he works in 360 degree World News Station, the same workplace as Lily. He might harm her so, just protect her. Don’t complain later that I did not tell you,” Damien asserted, looking at Mark who gave a nod.

"Azriel has extraordinary talent. You should be supporting him instead of criticizing him." "He's a Blackthorne, Isolde. His duty is to sit in a business management seat, not hold a paintbrush," Lucien retorted sharply, staring at the plump woman across from him. "Evander is far more obedient in this regard. He never complained when I placed him in the international business development division." Isolde set down her spoon, a faintly sarcastic smile appearing at the corner of her full lips.

As I got into the SUV, my phone buzzed. Come home. Now. — Dad. Lucien Blake looked like he’d been chiseled out of obsidian. Tall, broad, and devastatingly cold. With sharp cheekbones, a perfect jawline lined with faint stubble, and piercing grey eyes that could freeze fire, he carried the quiet intensity of a man who’d lost too much and trusted too little. His black hair was always slightly messy, like he didn’t have time to care—and somehow, that made him more dangerous.