Lucia Noceda Novels & Stories

Lorenza immediately countered, “Mr. Colonna was trained in a sanctuary.” At that moment, Lucia descended the stairs. She intended to ask the kitchen to prepare soup the children liked. Lorenza turned to her, eyes gleaming. “Lucia, what’s your horoscope?” Lucia calmly replied, “I’m a Virgo. Why?” Lorenza’s eyes widened. “So you are a Virgo…” She turned quickly to Leonardo. “That means—” Lucia didn’t wait. She turned and walked into the kitchen, silent and composed—like a guest in her own home.

she stated earning a roaring laughter from Roman. “fine, you win be ready in 15” Camila jumbled off the couch with a huge smile on her face and headed for the stairs. She picked out a long black gown that didn’t hug her figure so that her stomach won’t show that much. She paired it with a pair of black flats and a silver purse. She didn’t do any makeup, just curled her hair and was rushing down the stairs. Roman was already ready there, waiting. He was dressed in a black suit and was looking down at his watch.

She picked it up, turned it slightly, then set it down with a quiet clink. “You’ve embarrassed me,” she finally said, her voice calm. Camila’s heart pounded. “I—I was just trying to—” Lucia turned. Her stare was like a scalpel, slicing straight through Camila’s defenses. “You were just trying to what?” Camila’s throat clamped shut. “Trying to take back what’s mine,” she whispered. Lucia laughed. “You are not Estella De Luca,” she said, walking toward her daughter with slow, deliberate steps. “You are not a woman of value. You are a spoiled, pathetic little girl who doesn’t know when to let go.”

She’d deal with Lucia later, when Franco could witness it himself. Lucia climbed into the back of the taxi, which then drove off. Chloe exhaled, tension she hadn’t even realized she was holding onto finally leaving her body. She immediately pulled out her phone and dialed Nova. Nova answered on the first ring. "Hey, what’s up? Have you gotten home already?" Chloe didn’t waste a moment. “Nova, you’re not going to believe what just happened. I just saw Lucia with Lina. And guess who was in the car, nodding like a damn mafia boss?”

The next morning in Italvia. Lucia had just woken up when Francesca walked in, face tight. Lucia glanced up. "Mom? What's wrong?" Francesca paused, voice low. "Message from Jared. From Khelmark." Lucia—now Lucia Loredan—froze. Then flatly: "I don't want to hear it." Francesca's eyes narrowed. "You sure?" At first, Francesca had been ready to shut it down. Anything from Jared? Not worth it.

"Lucia Belmonte. She seems to have a history with Macro Falcone. We need to find out more about their relationship." Liam's eyes narrowed, his mind racing to connect the dots. "You're right, Alice. Lucia could be the key to unlocking Macro's identity. Let's look into her background, see if we can uncover any hidden connections." As we continued our research, we delved into Lucia Belmonte's past, searching for any trace of her involvement with Macro. We reached out to contacts, explored social media profiles, and even ventured into the darker corners of the internet, where whispers of secrets often lingered.

Glass doors let in the soft light from the rainy morning, a few people sat quietly on couches, some reading, others staring at nothing. A nurse moved between them, checking notes. And there she was. Lucia. She sat in a corner armchair, wrapped in a cream blanket. Her hair was thinner than in the photos, her skin pale, lips dry. But her face was the same. Still beautiful, still delicate, still broken. Leonardo stepped inside. Lucia looked up slowly when she heard the door open, her eyes met his and for a second, they didn’t move. She blinked once, then again.

Luciana De_Luca She walked out of school alone her friends were doing some after school activities she had no interest in. The stretch limo drove past, he looked out the window at the dark haired beauty he had to get to know her. He had a three day holiday and tomorrow he would return and make himself known to her. He’d lived with his father since he was four he had no idea who his mother was. Nicolo had hardly spoke about her he said he had to wait until he was old enough to understand and that would be any day soon he was turning sixteen in a month.

“How…” Nyla picked up her phone from a nearby stand, tapped a few times, and turned it toward Lucia. On the screen…Lucia saw herself. Pressed against Draco in the room. Moaning against his neck. Begging him to take her harder. Manipulating. Scheming. And all of it recorded in clear, damning clarity. Lucia’s face was now completely drained of color. Nyla tapped the screen casually. “Your maid was quite a good camerawoman,” she said. “Very loyal to me. Isn’t it funny how you thought she served you?”

His face is blurry to me. His voice is muffled. I inhale as my eyes shut. Now too heavy to open. But a scent fills my nostrils, a family scent. I cling to it as I truly fall into oblivion. ---- Andrea Something soft is touching my face. Patting my cheek delicately. Andrea. Open your eyes. I don't want to though. I'm warm, comfortable. The softness continues to caress my face. Leaving tingles trailing it as it moves.