Lucia Mendez Novelas Novels & Stories

She suspected he enjoyed these arguments. Not because they fought. Because she challenged him. The realization annoyed her even more. Later that night Lucia couldn’t sleep. The mansion remained unusually quiet. Most people had already retired. Only security personnel continued moving through the halls. Lucia wandered into the library. A habit she had developed months ago. Books rarely solved problems. But they helped organize thoughts. Tonight she needed that. Her mind felt crowded. The betrayal. The war. The leak. Alessio. Everything seemed connected. Yet none of it fully made sense.

He told me one evening in the garden, quietly, and his expression carried the particular warmth of someone who had found genuine happiness in someone else's happiness without any complicated feelings about it. "Is it alright with you?" I asked. "More than alright," he said. "Renzo spent a year inside Marco's operation alone. He deserves good things. So does Mia." He paused. "I think they'll be good for each other." "Yes," I said. "I think so too." Lucia came to the estate for the first time in summer — not for a meeting, not to work, just because I had invited her and she had said yes in the particular way of someone who had been waiting to be asked something they hadn't wanted to ask for th

I don’t really understand adults, but Mama says everything should be balanced. I think she means shared. You’ve had him for so long. Isn’t it my turn too? Lucinda My fingers tightened around the paper. Selena’s whispers had already taken root. I can almost hear the quiet calculations forming in Lucinda’s mind—what she needed to take, what she believed she was owed. But one thing is certain. Lucinda doesn’t remember the fire. She doesn’t remember locking the door. She doesn’t remember watching the smoke rise. She doesn’t remember my screams—or my death.

"I only pretended last night that you were the Agatha from this world because, in some way, I miss her too." Her voice softened. "But I know there's nothing I can do about it. You're destined to discover this world eventually..." She looked at me. "And you're destined to learn about Agatha." I frowned at her words. I wanted to ask more. But Lucien suddenly emerged from his room again. My eyes widened. I immediately turned away. I hurried toward the kitchen, one hand pressed against my chest because of how rapidly my heart was beating. Shit. What's happening to me?

"That's not how proximity works, Camila." "It is in my brain right now, so let me have it." She pulled up a chair and started scanning pages alongside me, which was the exact kind of quiet, unglamorous loyalty that made her worth more to me than she probably knew. We worked in near silence for another hour, the only sound the rustle of old paper and the occasional muttered curse when a page turned out to be a dead end. "This one's about a boundary dispute over grazing land," Lucía announced, tossing a page aside. "Riveting. Truly."

My wounds barely heal like other wolves. I begged the doctor to keep it between us, Sylus shouldn't find out the baby lived. "Yes, and he wants to get rid of the pup" "Your wolf can't heal that those wounds" "What do you suggest I do? What's wrong with me, Elena? I have...have this maid that serves me, she tells me everything. She's weird, I don't understand anything about her..." Elena froze. "Hazel... about Lyrielle..." How did Elena know about Lyrielle, what does Elena know that I don't?

, she smiled back at the innocent looking mother, wondering why she chose to seat with her with the abundance of vacant seats around. “I guess I’m not the only one obsessed with night travels on a train.”, the young woman opened the conversation. “My mother would always make a big deal out of it. There’s nothing more beautiful than night scenery…oh! Forgive my manners, Sarah Lew”, the lady pulled her hands from under the shawl to give a handshake. Lucia stared at her in surprise as she spoke breathlessly all along. “Lucia Mendez”, she replied after returning the handshake. “Awn. You’re from Madrid. It’s impossible to tell from your look. You’ve the eyes of a German.”

Her spine was stiff with purpose, and the worn leather notebook pressed to her chest trembled like a relic of defiance. Inside, the world chilled to steel and silence. Lucia Maddox waited behind a desk that looked more like a tomb slab—polished, surgical, void of warmth. She wore white silk sleeves that folded elegantly at her wrists, a portrait of cultivated tyranny. Behind her, glass walls reflected the broken geometry of Berlin’s skyline—fragments of a future shaped by old secrets. On the desk lay everything: Savannah’s notebook—pages of blood-ink, genetic code, the original Briggs will that named Magnolia heir. There, in the margins, Weston’s ghost lived on in faint scrawl: “I trust you…

Lucinda is an orphan living in an orphanage. She became the Douglas family's servant the day she turned eighteen. Her friend tricked her, making her accidentally discover a terrible secret of the Douglas family. Since then, she got into trouble, which caused her almost to die several times. Everyone thinks Lucinda is just an ordinary person, but it seems she has a hidden identity that even she has forgotten. Can Lucinda regain her memories and identity? Will she escape the Douglas family to live a free life or be imprisoned forever?

Hera suggested. They all agreed to her. I don't know that there is such a thing inside that library, maybe that's why no one is going inside that room easily since there are more than books there. "Huh? What's this?" Lore asked while she's reading the book. Lucinda, that's the name of the author of this book and the stories here were about her. Who is she really? "Who's Lucinda, by the way?" I asked. Maybe they know about her, or anything that is related to her even if it's little.