Lucia Mendez Novelas Novels & Stories

The mail had just five lines. Five lines that completely changed Yolanda Hamilton's life from that moment. "I have to see you, Yolanda, before I die. My name is Gracie Hamilton, your grandmother. Something is about to happen. You have to come home quickly. I've attached my address to the mail. Please, come home, Yolanda. Whatever you do, you must not open The Red Door." Yolanda swallowed hard. Something was not right. Her hands trembled as she took the phone. She dialled the first number that came to her mind and listened to the line ring.

"7 PM, and wear something nice." Then he left. --- Lucia spent the day exploring the house. It was ridiculous. Ten bedrooms, a pool that looked like it belonged in a resort, and a library with more books than anyone could ever read in a lifetime. Everything looked beautiful, expensive, and yet empty. Around 4 PM, she was in the garden when she heard a car honk. Not Diego. He wouldn't be back until evening. In curiosity, she walked to the side of the house, and a white Mercedes pulled into the driveway.

"When she first arrived, she told me she'd taken a drug Antonio's company developed, which comes with random memory loss side effects. Right now, she remembers almost nothing about him, so don't you dare trigger her." "I promise I won't!" Lucia ran out of the shop to help me pack up. … Seven hours later, the three of us landed in Selmora. We spent the entire day traveling around, and by evening, we settled in a restaurant. Lucia offhandedly remarked, "Lorenzo won't last much longer. His new wife is the younger sister of a college student he killed years ago. I personally tracked her down and introduced them." "Serves him right," Enrica indifferently replied.

Carnation didn't know if she would be impressed with Luca, or if the young man was just teasing her. "What else do you remember about the two of us?" she asked curiously. Lizette says that he might not remember all of his memories of her. Now, she was curious as to what memory the two of them remained in Luca's mind. "I remember that rainy night." He turned to face her. "That's where it all started, isn't it?" She smiled. Yes, the night Luca and Barnald drove her to the hospital. If it weren’t for that night she hadn’t become a niña of Casa de Lujuria, she wouldn’t have met Luca and the other sins.

THE DISCOVERY Time flew so fast,but to Ruth it was stagnant.She was under house arrest for two months,she didn't have a glimpse of what the outside world looks like,the party she found absurd was having to see what's going on in the internet because of her cell phone Rita took against her will. Her physical appearance began to increase rapidly, Rita noticed all of this and unfortunate thoughts began to course through her,she wouldn't even imagine what she was thinking to come to reality,so she died off the matters and moved on.

Lucia dialed Wendy's number. "Lucia what's up? Why aren't you guys at home? You should be resting for tomorrow's training." Wendy said "Wendy." "What?" Wendy asked "It's Eleanor she's been kidnapped." Lucia said "What? By whom?" Wendy asked "I don't know but Audrey tried a location spell... It didn't work I think the person who has the spell book of evil is responsible for her abduction." Lucia said "This is bad. How are we going to find three perpetrators, first Peterson's ally, second the monster creator..."

But she won't stop trying. "Lucia," Mariana says in a low growl, "you've underestimated me. And you didn't give them enough credit. Diego's pack and Carlos Varela's forces clash, shaking the ground, but Mariana doesn't look away. Her eyes meet Lucia's, and a fire burns in her chest. "This is the end."

And with that, she ordered Mr Mendoza to transfer Lucia to Ford Group. **************** *ALORA* I woke up with a start to find myself covered in sweat. I just had a very weird dream. In the dream, I had been trapped in a house with very dim light. What was strange was that the house was filled with mirrors and any time, I looked into it, I saw Lorenzo’s face. He was smirking at me. His face was in all the mirrors, he was laughing, darkly in some of the mirrors, he was whispering to me in some and he was staring at me intently in others.

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

"It's in the blood." Adam's phone vibrated. George's text: Lancaster Medical just called. Your scrip was refilled...by Lucia. Ice flooded his veins. "Lucia?" --- Lucia sat curled in the window seat, a first edition of The Bell Jar open in her lap. The amber liquid in her glass caught the firelight—whiskey, neat. Just like him. She didn't look up as he entered. "You went through my things." Adam's voice was dangerously calm.