Flyboys Lucienne Novels & Stories

“I apologize, getting side tracked wasn’t part of my plans, but I couldn’t help after seeing the Madam approaching Ms. Grey…” “Who’s your Madam?” Lucien flipped. The sound of his thundering voice caused Lucas to flinch and soon he was bowing his head and apologizing for his words. “I apologize. What I mean to say was that I had only gotten side tracked after encountering Ms. Barrette and Ms. Grey at Euphoric Spring and dimmed it fit that you should know of this.” “It wasn’t your intention to get side tracked? An assistant’s job isn’t to be a spy.” Lucien reprimanded harshly and all Lucas could do was bow apologetically once more.

For a moment, she felt an odd sense of peace. Then a thunderous roar tore through the sky. A helicopter hovered, dangerously unsteady in the stormy air. From the open door, a familiar figure leapt. Lucien. His black coat flapped like wings in the turbulence as he dove, a falcon slicing through the clouds. In Cynthia's dilating pupils, the tiny black figure grew closer and closer—until she could see the red at the corners of his eyes and the tight set of his jaw. "Grab me!" His hand clamped around her wrist. The force of the fall made both of them grunt.

She flipped her eyes up at me as if there was a lot she wanted to say but wouldn’t … or couldn’t. “A messenger, not a slave. I am not their pet.” Fury’s eyes glowed as she flipped them up at me. “I deliver messages and blessings, but I am free to go as I please. I am not here on their behalf. I—I was curious … if you had the strength to make it through your trials.” And for the first time, I caught a glimmer of sympathy. Shit, if a celestial fairy was looking at me with those eyes, what the hell was I going to go through?! But it was what she said earlier that really had my mind reeling. There was only one other person who Lyle would choose over me, and that was Darren. Unless he ended up me

the woman said. I could only see her from behind. She had the curliest, golden blonde hair, and her voice was so sweet— almost as if it was laced with honey. She didn't have any wings, but that didn't matter. Lucian talked to her as if that didn't matter. "Are you still intrigued by my feathers?" Lucian asked the woman, seeing his feather in her hand. "They're so beautiful and large. A fool they'd be if they didn't acknowledge it. It's surrounded by light and all you feel is warmth the moment you touch it," she said.

Their eyes met and held for the space of two heart beats. She smiled gently at him and replied, “No, I’m fine thank you.” Lucian fell in beside Arabella as she started to turn away. His smile was bright and happy. Arabella felt a strange stirring in her belly. Butterflies took flight. So this was what was mean’t when people said butterflies. She never felt this before and was not sure she wanted to feel it now. It felt terribly disruptive to her studies. “My names Lucian Alexander, do you mind if I walk with you?”

Before either sibling could continue their attack, Lucian walked toward the food table and grabbed one of the empty insulated flasks. Then he began filling it. Sandwiches. Fruit. Juice boxes. Cookies. More sandwiches. A few pastries. Even more sandwiches. Lisa's eyes widened, and Felix looked horrified. "Big brother." Lucian ignored him. "Big brother." Still ignored. "BIG BROTHER." "What?" Lucian sighed. Felix pointed dramatically toward the overflowing flask. "Why are you stealing all the food?" Lucian glanced down. 'Okay. Maybe he had packed a little too much. The little girl had looked very hungry.'

Third Person Point of View: “You're crazy, Lucille. I didn't know that your plan included going crazy; why you hurt yourself? ” Ales asked Lucille at length. Maybe she wondered about her friend but she couldn't do anything because that's what Lucille wanted. “Just do it, Ales. Trust me. ” Alessandra sighed and pulled out the knife she was carrying, she grabbed Lucille's right hand and immediately wounded, secretly hurting Lucille but restrained herself from shouting because she didn't want Judiel and his family to hear her scream.

“All my friends flew in from abroad. They were so disappointed. This is not like you. Not at all.” Lucien’s eyes suddenly lifted and locked on me at the top of the stairs. I tried to step back, but he motioned with his hand for me to come down. I padded downstairs slowly, feeling awkward in my short skirt. He took my hand gently when I reached him. “Mother, this is Rain,” he said, voice steady. “The girl I adopted. Rain, this is my mother, Vivienne Vale.” I smiled politely even though my head was still banging. “Good morning, ma’am. It’s nice to meet you.”

He'll be there behind the glass looking out but not able to speak or do anything. Her eyes went wide when I said this, she looked at me shocked. How, how is he.... I heard her struggling to get out what she wanted to ask so I helped her out. "Lucian can fly, he wants to take you himself. He says he's been itching to spread his wings and what better way to do it than with you on our first date. I said and could feel myself blushing. Her face lit up in pure joy. She took a step back and looked at me completely amazed.

Elena coughed violently once they reached the surface. Lucien looked indifferent. He stood before her, tilting his head slightly, staring down at her with a terrifying gaze. “Your filthy blood makes me nauseous. I didn’t let you die because I don’t want your dirty blood contaminating my land.” “Be grateful, little girl and remember, you owe me your life.” Lucien’s words were merciless. His suffocating blue eyes locked onto Elena. She clenched her fists and finally lifted her face. Her hazel eyes looked like crystals. The little golden-haired girl looked painfully beautiful as she cried.