Lucia Noceda Novels & Stories

All my life, a lie. “But she could not protect you forever,” Elias’s voice turned dark. “Ronan grew tired of her. He wanted full power. He allied with a young, ambitious Alpha named Lucien, and his mistress, Malia. Together, they poisoned Elara, and then, they set a trap for you, Nadia.” I was shaking. Neal saw it. He put his arm around me, pulling me close. He was warm, solid. An anchor in the storm.

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

Because no one knew who I was. No one knew that I was Lucien and Agatha’s daughter. A secret born from tragedy. After the meeting, I returned to my house, slipping off my gloves with absentminded precision. The weight of a gaze pressed against my back, familiar and inescapable. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. "Did you forget what I told you?" I finally faced him, leaning against the nightstand, watching as Azriel stood there, rigid, his presence commanding. His eyes bore into me, a mixture of frustration and something deeper—something I couldn’t name.

—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.

Alexandro noticed and immediately approached. "Are you okay?" he asked. Lucia nodded. "Just tired." She went upstairs first. Alexandro followed after making sure Leo and Aurora were in their rooms. When he opened the master bedroom door, Lucia was already sitting on the edge of the bed. Her shoulder bones protruded beneath the loose shirt she wore. Eight years ago, Lucia's body was full, round, and warm. Now her ribs were visible every time she breathed, and her collarbone jutted out sharply.

Lucia, a lady in her sixties who was like a drug dealer respected and listened to by everyone there, held a machete in one hand and the other hand on her hip, as if waiting for Cloe: “ Look who decided to show up” Lucia came crashing down the slope, her overweight, especially in the abdomen area, swaying, her hair so white it was grayish, short and wavy, thick-framed glasses, Cloe felt no fear. Even when she saw people around her becoming apprehensive, since Lucia was nervous and made no effort to shout at someone. According to Tulio, the woman had an extensive record and had killed many, including her point there, had been taken from a thirty year old drug dealer. Gringo called her a "band

"You can't accuse me of what you have no evidence of, you damn woman! My men will look for me, and when they find me, I'll finish what I didn't do before." The young woman lets out a laugh that echoes throughout the place. Poor fool, no one will be able to find him here in the middle of the countryside, and she knows it well. "Don't laugh, you bitch!" Lucio shouts again, completely out of his mind. "Damn you, I will destroy you with my own hands. You know nothing about me." "I know more than you think," Nadia walks up to him and stands in front of him. Seeing her without the hood, Lucio immediately recognizes her. "The bills you gave us at the fair were your earnings for all these scars."

"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.

Elena harbored a deep-seated vendetta against the Romanos. At first, Lucia was overwhelmed by a mix of emotions, but fear soon took hold. She found herself terrified of unwittingly becoming an accomplice in Elena's secret mission. Her initial instinct was to expose Elena's true intentions. If Elena were to be caught in the future, Lucia might become implicated as well. To protect herself, she knew she had to get closer to Mr. Romano and infiltrate the Romano Group. Building a bond with Andrea and earning his trust became her mission, even if it meant suppressing her timidity or appearing cowardly.

“Sisters tell each other the things no one else believes.” I think of Leah’s dreams. Of knowing Livia before Rome. Of information bleeding sideways through time and intimacy. “Did Lucia work with Aurelia?” I ask, the name tasting bitter. The woman’s eyes sharpen instantly. “You know that word,” she says. “Yes.” Her gaze holds mine. “Then you know enough to be dangerous.” “I know enough to be lied to,” I say. She considers that. Then nods. “Lucia was not officially employed by anyone,” she says. “She was a student. Brilliant. Curious. Curious enough to be useful.”