Lucia Novel Novels & Stories

Khristian gave Lucia a smile, The Prince couldn't help but sneer. Once the bestfriends had made it home, Lucia told Khristian she was going for a swim to clear her mind. She was only three months and a half. Her belly bumb was now visible. She walked alone there with her hair tied into a pony tail. The dress she wore outlined her pregnant tummy. She sat on the grass, watching as the water flowed. She wasn't expecting anyone as sge threw small stones into the water. She stopped expecting anything the day it finally dawned onto her that she meant nothing to the Prince and that more than anything he deserved better than her and that would be Princess Amelia of France. It finally dawned onto her

A beautiful girl trapped in a cursed place, which starts from running away from her engagement event, to being locked up in a embroidery house. 🌞🌞🌞 “Let me go, damn it! Why are you even holding me? What place is this?” shouted Lucia. Lucia's hands were grabbed by two big men and she was thrown into the room. Lucia banged on her door the moment she found out she was locked from the outside.

There, in the margins, Weston’s ghost lived on in faint scrawl: “I trust you… to burn me if you must.” Savannah approached, each breath taut with fury stitched into control. She was a daughter, a mother, a weapon now. "You taught me fear," she said. Her voice wasn't loud—it corroded. Lucia didn’t blink. Her fingers moved over the notebook, pausing like she could read its contents through touch. Her expression was the practiced neutrality of empires—perfectly still, faintly disapproving. "Fear is currency," Lucia murmured. "My currency."

“I want people to know that I had implemented what your mother dreamed of. She had the brain and the purity. I had the balls.” Elky stared at her like he no longer recognized the shape of his own blood. “You want full height statues or something?” he said. “I want accuracy,” she said. “History is written by survivors. And I intend to survive.” I leaned back a little, watching her, trying to catch the shadow behind her shadowy mind. Lucia didn’t play one game at a time. Her brain was an apartment block full of locked rooms. Something wasn’t lining up there. This wasn’t about greed alone. It wasn’t fear alone. It wasn’t burning ambition either.

Their guess was right; Lucia's clone was on Ferin's side. Her name is Aliana. Aliana is a formerly enslaved person belonging to Lucia, a human who gave blood to vampires. About five years ago, when Lucia decided not to drink human blood, Lucia let Aliana go and broke the contract that bound them. Lucia lets Aliana live as a normal human even though Carlen and the higher-ups of the kingdom oppose this decision.

"Okay I'll get the book but what does it look like? I can't find a book I have no idea what it looks like." "It's a round book called II libro d'goeteia" "II libro d'goeteia?" "Yes" "Leave it to me, I'll start searching and get you the book as soon as possible" "I knew I could count on you" Lucia was all smiles "You like him, don't you?" "What are you saying?" "Never mind" Audrey shook her head with smiling ripping the corners of her mouth off. "Lucia is a goner, she won't admit it." She told herself

Leonardo voiced his confusion, prompting Lucia to shift her gaze nervously. The question struck her like a bolt of lightning. Why had she changed her mind so suddenly? However, that wasn't even the most important question at this moment. Furthermore, it wasn't Leonardo's concern. After Elena's departure from the house they once shared, Lucia felt compelled to clean up her room. It was during this process that she stumbled upon something resembling a diary—a diary Elena had asked about when she had lost it in the past. Driven by curiosity, Lucia couldn't resist the temptation to leaf through its pages, only to discover the most astonishing news. Elena harbored a deep-seated vendetta against t

Lucian gestured to her. "What are you reading?" Clarissa manages to ask. "It's a fantasy novel, werewolf bond, I never knew this world had a little knowledge about us, " Lucian said with a frown. "Humans like to romanticize everything," Clarissa said. "I can see that" Lucian pointed to the book in his hand. The two had a little awkward laughter. "I'm sorry about earlier, " she said. Lucian knitted his brow at her, " Earlier?" he asked confused.

Lucia walked faster, wanting to get out of Veteris. "Slow down, you might hurt yourself," Hugh said, and as he finished his sentence, Lucia stepped on a stone. She could not balance herself. She closed her, expecting pain, but she felt a strong arm, envelope her. Lucia, felt momentarily safe, in Hugh's arms, and didn't want to stay away.

“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.”