Lucia Noceda Novels & Stories

Suspicion buried under wine and noise. Latina watched it all. She watched how easily the night swallowed Enzo. She watched how easily the others followed their leader’s laughter instead of their instincts. And she smiled. Not openly. Just enough for herself. Lucia observed from the palace balcony, wrapped in silk and shadows. The wind teased her hair, carrying distant echoes of laughter from the encampment below the hill. She closed her eyes. So the cup had failed. Interesting. Her lips curved slightly. Failure often revealed more than success.

“Lucia, meet Nadia, my daughter.” He said it so nicely that I couldn't help smiling. It made me feel bad that I had been against him and Mom some weeks ago. I picked up a glass of water and drank while he talked. “And Nadia, this is Lucia,” he started. “Ares' fiancée.” I spat out the water, shocked at what he said. His what? I tried to talk, but choked, coughing loudly while Luca offered me the water to drink. He didn't just say the words I thought I heard him say, right?

She whispered, “Would you have stayed if I hadn’t hurt you?” She closed her eyes. “I wish I hadn’t.” - - - Matteo’s call came a week later. Lucien stared at the screen. “She’s alive. Teaching ballet in Tuscany. Has a child.” Lucien’s throat closed. “A child?” Matteo hesitated. “Lucio. Born around nine months after the trial.” Lucien said nothing for a long time. Then only, “Does she know you’re watching?” “No. You told me to stay away. I did.”

About turning his evil into something redemptive. "I need to talk to Dante. But yes. If this is real. If we can actually help his victims. I'm in." "Good. Because I've already started digging. And what I've found. It's bigger than you think." Lucia reveals she's a lawyer specializing in international crime. She offers to help Dante and Sienna ensure that all of Lorenzo's remaining assets are seized and distributed to his victims.

He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, silhouetted against the moonlight. "It's time I tell you a story," he said quietly. "A story of the beginning. Long ago, we were more than just step siblings- we were lovers, bound by a connection that terrified the heavens. But the laws of our kind are cruel, alongside our creator. When our father saw the way we looked at each other, he intervened. He forced you to marry Harrow, a tyrant. The ruler of the Lycans and a sorcerer so powerful he could bend the stars." Despite how bizarre and surreal his words sounded. A cold shiver ran down my spine at the name. Harrow.

He glanced at her with mild curiosity, clearly not buying the performance but intrigued nonetheless. “You’re already there? Great. Wait for me, I’m almost there,” Lucia cooed before ending the call with a soft hum. She slipped her phone back into her pocket and turned in her seat, glancing at the back row. Luciana was curled up with her knees drawn to her chest, her head resting against the car window. She had drifted off to sleep somewhere between the first argument and the tollgate. Luca, on the other hand, sat beside her, her gaze locked on the blur of the outside world. Her expression was unreadable, calm yet distant, as if her mind were miles away from the noise around her.

It was a memory painted in the hues of joy, innocence, and shared endeavor. . . . Lucia Accardi, a woman with a spirit as fiery as the southern sun, had not grown up amidst opulence. Her roots were grounded in a humble agricultural village, where the sun-soaked earth and the dance of nature were her companions. It was this connection to the land that she brought with her when she married Angelo Lorenzo Accardi, a man whose name carried weight in the underworld.

They must know that I am not only Lucia Hazel Gray, but I am also Luciana Edith. The Luciana Edith who died one year ago, because of the cruel massacre that took place in her pack, The Crescent Moon Pack. Luciana Edith who lost her parents in a horrible way. Luciana Edith who had lost all her family members as well as the rest of her pack. Luciana Edith who lost her family's heirloom gem.

Just as the Don was about to say my name. “Wait! Father!” Lucia’s shriek cut through the air, sharp and desperate. She threw herself at Vincenzo and Emma’s feet. Her perfect curls were a mess, her makeup smudged by tears. She looked fragile, helpless. “It was all an accident!” Lucia cried, clutching Emma’s dress. Her whole body shook, her voice choked with desperation and begging. “I can’t accept this, I just can’t…”

Nora nodded knowingly. “It looks like she’s already falling for him.” Lucia let out a broken laugh. “She has already fallen for that bastard. How could she fall for someone else while I’m here—suffering because of her?” Nora blinked. “Excuse you? Are you saying I’m not taking care of you? Because—” Lucia shook her head quickly. “That’s not what I meant, Nora… I just— I’m miserable without her. Can’t you see that?” Nora’s face softened.