Lalu Rue Novels & Stories

I kept my poker face all the way. When we arrived at the private lounge, her brows furrowed. “Aurelia, what is this place?” “You ask too many questions,” I said, stepping out of the car. As we approached, the golden lights flickered to life, bright and bold against the evening glow. Her eyes widened when she saw the massive lettering at the entrance: “CASS’ 30” Her gasp was audible. Her hand flew to her mouth as her eyes filled with tears. The moment we stepped down, rose petals paved our path, scattered like a red carpet. The air smelled of vanilla candles and fresh lilies.

He grabbed her hand and started walking, making her confused. "Where are you taking-----" "To buy you a dress." He turned around and answered her with a wink, making her blush like a fool. ___________ The ride arrived at Rue des Rosiers, in the Le Marais District. It was a narrow street lying in one of Paris’s oldest and most vibrant districts. The street was full of tiny bakeries, falafel stands, vintage shops, and hidden courtyards. There was so much street food; people were lined up for falafel, laughter bouncing off the stone walls.

After greeting and shaking a few guests, and another woman who seemed to be related to Matteo with an uncanny resemblance but was more nicer, they returned back to the car and drive back to an already booked hotel. They hadn’t spoken during the car ride. Lucas had kept the window cracked, and the scent of the old city—dust, smoke, and something faintly like pine—drifted in and out. When they got to their floor, he pulled the keycard from his pocket and unlocked the door without saying anything. The curtains were drawn, and the bed was already made. Rue's second travel bag was on the couch, and do was her 2 days' worth of food.

Then I opened it, went out, closed it behind me. Without looking back. ADRIEN I saw her coming from afar. Five minutes to midnight. She was walking up Rue des Saints-Pères, that long artery cutting through the sixth arrondissement, with its Haussmann buildings and expensive shops. The street was deserted at this hour, poorly lit, only a few lampposts casting puddles of orange light on the sidewalk.

Luc grinned. As if her excitement level was boosted by something Luc said, Margaret joined him grinning widely. Luc led them into the Rolls Royce Cullinean Just like on the plane, Margaret began her endless chatter as they drove through the suburbs of Paris. “Eiffel tower, Eiffel Tower!!” She squealed loudly, “Can we go there for pictures?” “Of course Ma’am. We have that all planned.” “We do?!” Avery and Margaret exclaimed simultaneously. “Yes Madmoseille” Luc replied as they rounded into the parking lot of the Hotel Notre Adams.

SAM'S POV “We found her,” the contact said. I closed my eyes, gripping the phone harder. “Where?” “She’s working at a place called Atelier LaRue, an art company in the 7th arrondissement.” Atelier LaRue. The name sounded like something Nora would love—charming, artistic, and far away from everything that had torn us apart. I could picture her there, blending in among paint brushes and canvases, hiding away in plain sight. But that was not just it. The name sounded familiar. Atelier LaRue. I was sure I would figure it out later.

I stood in the middle of the room, Rue asleep on my back, her breath warm against my neck, her arms curled around me. Arabella appeared from the hallway, her heels tapping against the marble. She wore white, of course she did. Her hair was pulled back, and her lipstick was perfect. She looked at me, then at Killian, and smirked as if she knew a secret we didn't know. "Come, darling," she said softly, extending her arms to Rue. "Let's get you home." Rue stirred, mumbling against my shoulder, but I helped her down carefully. She blinked up at me with hazy eyes. "Can I come another day, Aunt Sera?"

I smiled at her thought process. “We are here!” Jamira turned around as Alsie came to a stop. “Are you ready Alsie?” She yelled. Alsie nayed. “Rex Lucifer, Portas Aperire Ad Regnum Tuum!” Jamira spoke the Latin words for ‘King Lucifer, open the gates to your kingdom.’ Sounds of people screaming, and moaning in pain filled the cave. Steam rose from the ground. I gripped Sanguinex hand. I had never seen or heard this part of hell. Alsie started to move as red lights filled the cave. The darkness faded. I looked out the side of the carriage, and saw the dark sun.

Lizzy replied. "She's always available" the bouncer replied, and Lizzy chuckled. "Need to use the restroom, be right back" he said, and Lizzy shrugged as he left. She got her phone to call Pearl, but someone snatched it from her, and she looked up to see Rook staring piercingly at her Rue is beside him, a mean smile on her pale lips. "Fashion icon, what's up?" Rue waved tauntingly, popping gum in her mouth.

Lala, do you want some white with your fish? 'Bottle of Graves,' she said, feeling taciturn now that she saw that the waiter was not much of a flirt. 'Very well,’ he said, and again disappeared. 'Well, this is very civilised,' said Teddy, fearful that he was losing Lala. She said nothing but gazed out at the people passing by. She fought the rising high tide of insanity which swelled dangerously at her mind's dockyard. She thought about the nickname the Bordelaise had given their city: port of the moon, because it lay on a crescent bend in the Garonne. In times gone past, the clipper ships had sailed right up to the Pont de Pierre to load their liquid cargo. I am like a port of the moon, a m