Lucia Noceda Novels & Stories

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

Lucio dies when he can no longer withstand the young woman's torture. She takes care of burying the body herself, in a grave she had been digging a little bit every day. In the evening, Nadia bathes and dresses in the same outfit as before. Nora had informed her in the morning, before leaving, that the other man was searching for the deceased in the vicinity of the town and this is the opportunity she had been waiting for to lure him into the same trap. She puts on some cream on her face and lipstick on her lips before taking Nora's container while she is in the forest picking some herbs for ointments.

"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.”

*~*~*~* It's Saturday, and I got that wonderful reminder from Noelle jumping up and down on Lucia's bed. Lucia and I both groan in protest, she stops her jumps and is silent. Curious as to why; I look up at her, I swear Noelle is going to grow up having every guy on their knees for her. Her eyes are watered and she's just staring at me with this somber look, Lucia and I look at each other shocked yet knowing what she's playing at. "Okay, we're up. Go run the water and I'll be right there," her tears disappear and she runs away squealing.

Gael reminded. Lucia swallowed. “I didn’t know better. But I’m telling you the truth now, Alora really loves you and you have to stop hurting her. You need to break up with Camila and get her back before it’s too late.” “I’ve already broken up with Camila. Also, cut the act, I know you’re not nice enough to concern yourself about my relationship with Alora, what’s with you?” “I want to be Don Lorenzo’s woman.” Lucia admitted. “In fact, his mother already approves of me but Alora is in my way so you have to get her back. I know you’re the one she really wants.”

Is that ok? ‘Yes, that’s fine. But she will be helping out for the actual ceremony. The fake one won’t need much work since it will be a battleground,’ Jade replied, and I smiled at Lucia. “Well, she agreed,” I uttered. “Oh nice… I’m slowly getting closer to the Luna circle,” Lucia giggled. “It’s an honour to be close to the Luna, and I’m so happy you’ve given me this opportunity to be part of the planning for your day. Thank you, Luna.”

“She knew about me… all along?” Lucia nodded. “She didn’t want to scare you. Or worse, put you in danger. So she watched. And waited.” “Where is she now?” Nathaniel asked again, voice firmer. “She’s in Prague,” Lucia said. “But… she left a message for Grace.” From a drawer, Lucia pulled out a USB drive. Grace took it like it was made of glass. The Message Back at their hotel suite, Grace inserted the drive into her laptop. A video file opened.

Sometimes she still woke expecting to hear his words again: If pride is memory, then remember. And she did. Every day. Lucia arrived late that morning, sunglasses perched in her hair, laptop under one arm. “Morning, sunshine,” she said, plopping onto a chair. “You look like a tragic painting.” Elena smiled faintly. “I was thinking.” “Dangerous habit.” “About Matteo.” Lucia’s tone softened. “Still?” Elena nodded. “Always.” Lucia set down her laptop, hesitated, then said, “You should know… I kept scanning the old frequencies. The ones tied to his codes.”