Lady Lucia Stories Novels & Stories

, Luke said as he shifted to his right hand side, pointing his hand in the direction of the lady who was held tight by two other guards. "She is believed to be Lucian's mate, and she was caught trying to smuggle her way out of the building with the help of her maids..", Luke said as he looked at the lady and then looked back at Richard. Lucian..!?, A mate..!? The shock worn on the face of Richard was completely true as he looked at this lady and then looked back at Lucian. He seemed to have been hearing amiss but then he remembered every statement which Luke had spoken, and with an eyebrow raised, he turned again to Luke who gave him a confirmatory nod of his head

How is she sure she wouldn't have landed a high paying job with her honors if she had kept a positive mindset and not allowed Maria talk her into renting her womb just to clear off the family's debt in a year? Lucia still couldn't make peace with the fact that she was drawing in a stranger's house and mandated to carry his child. Except Diego wasn't a stranger and that was the worst part. On hearing a knock at the door; her hand moved faster than her mind shoving the sketchbook and pencil back under her pillow. When the door finally opened she was sitting with her hands folded in her lap like a scared schoolgirl. "You're awake!" Elena said as she moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Her face

“Sisters tell each other the things no one else believes.” I think of Leah’s dreams. Of knowing Livia before Rome. Of information bleeding sideways through time and intimacy. “Did Lucia work with Aurelia?” I ask, the name tasting bitter. The woman’s eyes sharpen instantly. “You know that word,” she says. “Yes.” Her gaze holds mine. “Then you know enough to be dangerous.” “I know enough to be lied to,” I say. She considers that. Then nods. “Lucia was not officially employed by anyone,” she says. “She was a student. Brilliant. Curious. Curious enough to be useful.”

He didn’t hide. I cleared my throat, forcing my voice to soften. “Lucian, do you remember anything about your real mummy? Before you came here?” He didn’t speak at first. His thumb rubbed the edge of his blanket, over and over like he was tracing something only he could see. “I remember...a lady,” he whispered finally. “She smelled like soap. And she sang.” Eliana blinked back tears. “Did she tell you stories?” Lucian nodded. “About a big tree. And running away. She said...she said if I ever got scared, I should look for the tree.”

Instantly, curiosity consumed me, and I couldn't resist probing further, "What happened to her?" A heavy silence fell upon Guila. Her lips quivered, but no words escaped. "What happened?" I urged, allowing my inquisitiveness to draw me closer. I took a seat beside her on the couch, eager to hear the chilling tale she was about to share. "Her name was Lucia, and she served as our maid back then. She was new, and on the day she was recruited, she was explicitly instructed to steer clear of the room. However, like a moth to a flame, she disregarded the warning, leading to her swift downfall," Guila's voice grew softer, laced with a touch of melancholy. Her words only fueled my curiosity further

she stammered, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks, "you're welcome, Lucian. I’m glad I could help.” I offered her a genuine smile, appreciating her kind demeanor in this unfamiliar world. "I appreciate it, nonetheless. Your knowledge has been invaluable to me." As I spoke, I noticed that some of the scattered books and scrolls around her seemed to be related to Lycan history and curses. It gave me the idea that perhaps Lucy held more knowledge than she realized. Her gaze followed mine and her curiosity seemed to overcome her initial fear. "Lucian," she began cautiously, her voice tinged with curiosity, "I've read many stories about you, about the Cursed Lycan King, the Lord of Chaos. Are

Lady Lucia sat up late one night and penned the letter. She left out as much detail about Rosalina’s life as possible without Edric missing the point of the letter. When she was finished, Lady Lucia called a messenger and told him to get the letter to Mercia as quickly as possible. She knew that Edric would be furious when he read the letter and would go straight to the King and Queen. She hoped that soon her mistress would be saved from the monster she had been forced to marry. Lady Lucia returned to Lady Rosalina’s chambers and laid down in her bed until Rosalina woke up.

He left the office, walked down the stairs, through the living room, and stopped in front of the bedroom door. He knocked softly. "Lulu." No answer. Only the sound of crying was still heard. "Lulu, open the door." "I don't want to!" Alexandro sighed again. He tried to open the door. It was unlocked. He entered slowly. Lucia sat on the edge of the bed, her body curled up, her arms hugging a pillow. Her face was wet with tears. Her eyes were red. Her nose was swollen. She looked at Alexandro with a mixed expression of anger, shame, and hurt.

Given to choose between marrying a stranger arranged by her parents or Jason, the father of her child, Cassy was sure she would rather tie the knot with the devil she was accoustomed to. Besides Jason confessed that he liked her. Although liking was different from loving, it was enough for now. She believed with time, their feelings will grow to love. Meanwhile at the police station. Lucia was being interrogated about the whereabouts of the millions she stole from the company but she was insisting to be innocent. That she didn't have an idea of what the officer was talking about. " You should give up. I don't know what you are talking about." She repeated that line for a thousand time that d

Power made tangible. She leaned forward. “You all remember Vanguard,” she began. A murmur rippled through the crowd, quickly silenced by fear. “He ruled you with cruelty,” Lucia said calmly. “He stole your wives. Your daughters. Your gold. Your dignity.” Her eyes swept the hall. “And you bowed.” Some heads dropped. “I destroyed him,” she continued. “I reclaimed what was mine. What was ours.” A pause. “But hear me well,” she said, her voice sharpening. “Do not mistake peace for softness.”