Lucia Noceda Novels & Stories

Rai meets my gaze, and I wave my hand for him to wait outside the room. Cara releases Leora from her embrace. She wipes her tears away and pushes the hair out of her face. “I missed you like mad. I’ve been so worried.” Leora blinks fast. “The things I’ve been through, Cara, will make your head spin. There are so many zombies out here, it’s terrifying, but I met a girl, Tabby, in our neighboring Pack, and she’s immune to them. Can you believe that?” She’s talking so fast, smiling and crying. “It’s so good to be home.” She throws herself into Cara’s arms again.

His breath caught. Lucia stood by the doorframe, her hands shyly covering her stomach. The lingerie hugged her like a second skin. It had straps resting lightly against her shoulders, soft lace tracing the curves of her breasts and hips, revealing just enough and yet leaving so much to the imagination. Her long legs looked endless, and the faint shimmer on the fabric reflected the warm lighting of the room. She lowered her eyes. “Is it too much?” Lorenzo stepped forward, his hand reaching to lift her chin gently. “Lucia,” he said, his tone reverent, “you look…” He struggled to find the word. “You look like temptation itself. It's perfect for you.”

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.”

Nadia's POV He stopped, toe to toe with Lucien. “Why are you here, Lucien?” Noah’s voice was a low growl. It was the sound of an alpha. It was not a question. It was a challenge. Lucien’s smile broke. He looked around at all the important people staring at him. He tried to laugh, but it was afake sound. “It is a celebration. I came to offer my blessings to you and your… lovely bride.”

Despite the pain she was feeling, she shook her head and cried bitterly “No, I don’t want to. He will kill him. He will take him from me. I don’t want to bring my child to life. Leave him inside me.” The doctor felt sorry and went out to Lucien, who looked at her nervously “Sorry Alpha Luna is not helping us at all, she refuses to give birth to the child and this could kill the two of them” "I'll rip your heart out if anything happens to either of them, do you hear?" The doctor felt afraid and looked at him with great fear “Sir, this is not in my control. Luna refuses to give birth. I cannot force her.” Lucian pushed her away and entered the room, running to Emilia and holding her hand tight

The woman stood near the elevators, unmistakable even years later – composed, sharp-eyed, and quietly formidable. Lucia had once been deeply embedded in Alessandro’s professional past. Elara knew that. They’d never met. “Elara De Luca,” Lucia said, offering a polite smile. “We haven’t been introduced.” “I know who you are,” Elara replied evenly. “I imagine you do,” Lucia said. “I won’t take much of your time.” She glanced around, then leaned slightly closer. “You’re being considered for something international,” Lucia said. Elara’s expression didn’t change, but her attention sharpened.

—they separated immediately. — No — Luciana said and she approached her friend whom she hugged very tightly. — I'm sorry — she said sincerely. —Do not worry honey. We can go now, everything is ready, now we have to agree with the wedding designer and start planning my wedding for two months. —Irina said very happily. Luciana was happy for her friend, they walked together and Luciana apologized to Mr. and Mrs. Guiachetti, who told her to be calm, that nothing had happened. When they were going to get each couple into the car, Saúl stopped Santiago and took them away from the girls who were They looked like parrots.

The bar door opened again. This time, every head turned. Lucia entered. She was wearing very sexy clothing. A long black dress, thin, with a neckline that was almost too deep. The fabric fell along the curves of her still-full body. Her weight had dropped drastically since her boxing training, and tonight, she wasn't trying to hide it. Her hair was styled in big waves, swept to one side, leaving her long neck exposed. Her makeup was heavy, bold brows, smoky eyeshadow, sharp eyeliner, and dark red lipstick. A Latin accent that made her look like a salsa singer in a Havana nightclub.

I recognized her instantly. Lucia Eduardo. Daughter of Mayor Manuel Eduardo. A golden child and a politician’s princess. “What is she doing here?” I asked sharply. Lady Marta smiled like she had rehearsed it in the mirror. “This is Lucia. The young lady Santoro will be marrying.” My jaw dropped. “Excuse me?! Marrying? Are you people mad in this house? Is this a prank? Hidden cameras? Where?” No one answered and instead, Lucia walked right up to my husband... my husband... and wrapped her arms around him like she was claiming a prize she won at an auction and she placed a hand over her stomach.