Lucia Noceda Novels & Stories

Alessandro, a master of deception, had a secret ally, a woman who had been waiting in the shadows for a moment just like this. Her name was Lucia Mancini, Dante's former fiancée. Lucia, a woman of immense power and ruthless ambition, had been a key player in the underworld for decades. She had loved Dante, and she had been betrayed by him. She had been cast aside for Isabella, and her humiliation had festered into a deep, consuming hatred. She had been waiting for the right moment to strike, and Amara's pregnancy, her sudden vulnerability, was the perfect opportunity.

she said, “what is your name?” “Lucia,” Lucia said, trying to hide her smile. Alecia nods. “You are a very beautiful girl,” she says. And Lucia muttered a word of thanks, “Bruno is a very good man; please take care of him. He may seem tough on the outside, but within, he is just like any man,” she said.

Queen Lucia said softly. "It's a blessing." Larrissa said excitedly. It was slowly dawning onto Lucia that she had not had her monthly visit from Mother Nature and there was no denying that, she had every right to be worried with the way... herself and her fiancé had been indulging every bit of pleasure that had been taken away from them these past eight years. Queen Lucia was quiet, the three maidens just curiously stared at her. Asking themselves what their Queen was thinking. Suddenly a tear rolled down her cheek, she quickly wiped it away.

She turned the side of her neck to show me a mark and my eyes opened when I saw it was a bit similar to mine, but mine was shinier and more precise. Wait, did she say werewolves? Wolf? I touched the mark, causing me to shiver and she nodded at me with a serious but kind look. “You are the Luna. You are Alpha Enzo’s mate.” What? Norman bent his neck towards me and Corey did the same, with Davina and Andrè. I stared confused and lost, it is when a loud giggle was released from across the fields and everyone’s head raised that I realized it was from me.

“So, where’s Nicol?” He pointed in Caleb's direction. “The curly redhead who's nursing a drink at the table over there, fuming and watching every move we make.” “Ah.” She caught Caleb's eye and then motioned to the red-haired man with her head. Caleb nodded and moved in to sit beside Nicol at the table. She searched for Argos but, regretfully, saw no sign of him. “Looking for someone?” Alfred asked, touching her hand as she held onto her glass.

****** Few days later, wearing a flowing, slit at the thighs white gown that was so bold in statement, Lucianda entered the big mall knowing full well she was attracting attention. That was her aim. Despite the fact that she was naturally not a public person, today was different. She was in town for one purpose and one purpose only. And that’s to let the world know that she, Lucianda Castos, would not mourn Alex Castos as it was expected of her. She would not be a pretender and the last thing she wished to do was to pretend to mourn a husband she regretted marrying. Raising her chin in the air, she kept her head high while walking through the mall despite the whisperings and murmurs filterin

Lucia muttered under her breath, her voice shaking with emotion. "He has all the money and fame, and he uses it to manipulate people, to turn them to his side. Meanwhile, people like me are left to suffer alone. He tried to bribe me with that money, but he sure has his way of sweet-talking out of trouble." Lucia’s voice cracked as she spoke, her anger mingling with the sadness she carried within her. The injustice of it all seemed unbearable as she thought about her poor background, the struggles she had faced, and how little had changed despite her efforts.

Owned by one of our Alpha friends from a neighbouring pack we find Louis and company sitting in the VIP section with a dozen bottles of Prosecco. “Blimey, I hope you witches can hold your drink?” Jeremy teases Orla and Cara. We all get chatting, sharing childhood memories, teasing Lugh about his childhood crush on Cara and how Orla isn’t sure which side she bats for. She’s a free spirit apparently. After a couple of hours I check my watch to see it is 1.45am. The girls have just lost a drinking competition again to Samantha and both Orla and Cara can barely stay awake.

She left the master bedroom and searched for Clarice, but she couldn't find her in Caden's room. Where is she? She went to the staircase and looked down below in the living room. Clarice was not there either. "Where is Charice?" she asked the maid who climbed the stairs, bringing fresh laundry to the second floor. "I didn't see Luna Charice, Madam. I thought she was now resting in the master's bedroom?" the maid asked, confused. Viviana glared at the maid. "Don't call her Luna! I'm the real Luna and the wife of Alpha Callum!"

“Lucas's behaviour is concerning. He's been cooking something, I feel." Lima's expression sobered a bit. "I may joke, but I'm not blind. There's something brewing here, and it's not just politics." "At least you understand it clearly. Lucas always plans ahead and then schemes. In all these years, this is what I learned before I retired as Beta. I'm glad I don't have to work under him now.”