Lalu Rue Novels & Stories

“Dad’s the same, grumbling about the crops. Mom’s just happy one of us is at least ‘useful’ to the family and chosen as the Consort for the Lord. They don't really care about the details, Lena. They just care that the Hale name is safe.” The door opened, and Rue walked in. She looked perfectly calm, her face back to that mask of sweet, doting concern. “I am so sorry, Lena. The palace is a maze! I turned the wrong corner and ended up wandering for ages before I found the washroom.” I looked at her, seeing the monster behind the smile for the first time. I forced myself to nod. “It’s fine, Rue. I’ve lived here for weeks and I still get lost.”

"You're so cute when you're blushing." "T-Stop it Rax!" "Why, baby? Did I do anything wrong?" his innocent promise was accompanied by a weak laugh. I think this man is playing with me! "S-Shut up!" he just smiled back at me. Just fifteen minutes later we arrived at Lalaine's house. It's not that far from their house. Also, no traffic here like in big cities.

[ELARA] Ruelle insists on taking the horses instead of a palanquin, much to the distaste of Lady Celia. Despite all of her mother’s efforts to persuade her, Ruelle remains stubbornly set on her wish to ride into the forest, claiming, “I’ve grown up now, and I can make my own choices!”

[Villa 612] “Lady Layla, welcome to mansion 612!” Fotune said in a respectful voice and bowed. The two rows of maids lined up on either side also bowed to Fotune. Seeing Fotune crouch, Layla stepped inside the gate, officially entering the mansion.

~092 Ascension The Château de Roux was a fortress masquerading as elegance. Hidden deep in the Bordeaux countryside, the ancient estate had been restored to perfection-complete with marble courtyards, a ballroom bathed in gold light, and towering iron gates laced with hidden surveillance. Nova never did anything halfway. Bella adjusted the silk sash of her midnight-blue gown as she stepped out of the sleek black car. Her heels clicked against the gravel, the night air sharp with pine and smoke.

Lyanna's contact arrived four days later. She came alone, on foot, through the main gate at midmorning with a pack on her back and the unhurried energy of someone who had been walking a long time and didn't particularly mind. She was small—shorter than Jasmina, darker, with close-cropped grey hair and the kind of face that gave nothing away on first look. Her name was Sable. No last name offered. Jasmina didn't ask. Lyanna met her at the gate with the brief embrace of two people who had known each other long enough that the reunion didn't require performance. They spoke in low voices for a moment, then Lyanna brought her to the main building.

That punk really knew how to brag. Yvonne huffed, "No, I wouldn't believe you. Let's see how well you drive, you braggart." "Where are we going?" "Lush Tower on Rainbow Avenue, Metalworks District. Heard of it?" Elio nodded, fastened his seatbelt, and started the engine. The Ferrari roared, and the car trembled slightly. His fingers skillfully moved the right gear changer, and the car suddenly shot forward.

And right now, he would definitely see how nervous I was. I let in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. A small smile played on my face as I walked towards the main building of the Grand Aurelia Villa. The Aurelia villa was a wealthy estate perched on a hill offering sweeping views of Ravello. The Villa's sprawling gardens were lit with golden fairy light, casting a warm glow on the manicured hedges and marble fountains. The soft hum of classical music drifted from a string quartet stationed near the entrance, their melodies mingling with the murmur of conversations and the gentle clink of champagne glasses.

"Who?" Aila asked, her curiosity piqued. "Lala Ruiz!" Laureen snapped, her voice thick with irritation. Aila’s jaw dropped. Lala Ruiz had been a staple in the modeling industry for years. She was a woman with deep roots and an extensive network; she knew almost every skeleton hidden in every closet in the business. "Then what happened?"

[JANE] The loud music filled my ear as I entered Le Bridge. It is located at the right bank of Pont Alexandre III, in front of Faust. The strong scent of cigarettes irritated my nose a little. I felt Luna’s hand holding my arm and eventually pulled me closer as a large group of people tried to pass between us. She was fast to pull me closer, and I shyly looked down when I felt I was leaning too close to her. I heard her chuckle and leaned closer to my ear as she was about to say something.