Lucia Novel Novels & Stories

“Because, Lucan is the only one who can retrieve the Obsidian Dagger from its resting place. He's uniquely connected to its ancient energies, its layered defenses, in ways no other human could ever be. He's the only key that fits this lock." Nina's professional mask didn't slip, but Kairos saw the flicker of calculation in her eyes before it vanished. She inclined her head slightly. "Understood, sir. Lucan proceeds alone." Kairos returned his attention to the vast map, his gaze lingering on the island.

Chapter five The morning sun crept through the tall, sheer curtains of Lucia’s room, casting soft gold across the bedsheets. She blinked awake slowly, stretching her arms above her head. The events of the previous night, the mansion, the dinner, Lorenzo’s teasing lingered in her memory like a strange, vivid dream. She sat up and noticed a neatly folded piece of paper on the bedside table. Curious, she reached for it. Lucia, I had to leave early for an urgent business trip. Out of the country. I’ll be back in a few days. In the meantime, make yourself comfortable. A doctor will come to check your ankle later. If you need anything, ask any of the staff.

Everyone knows she's more of naya’s assistant. The thought makes me laugh as I turn the handle of my bedroom door. I open it quietly so I don't wake Lucia up and my jaw practically drops to the floor when I see the sight before me. Lucia is sprawled on the bed, one hand grips the sheets while the other moves freely inside her shorts as she touches herself. Desire instantly coats my eyes as I lock the door shut behind me. The click of the door draws Lucia's attention to me and she immediately shuts her leg as our eyes meet.

“What’s your address, Lucia?” For some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to answer his question. My tongue felt heavy in my mouth, and I desperately wanted to sleep. I willed myself to stay awake. “It’s-” Everything went dark after that. **** The first thing I noticed when I woke up, was that I was in a bed that was definitely not mine. Groaning loudly, I tried to sit up, pulling the covers up against my naked body. Wait, I was naked?! I began to panic slightly as I tried desperately to remember what happened last night. I had gone to Novelty with Silvie.

A moan escaped my lips as she buried her warm mouth between my thighs. Fuck. She grinned like she just won the lottery, like this was too easy for her. She grabbed my dick and started working on it for real this time. I groaned lightly as my eyes locked on her. And then it happened… I blinked and her face shifted. Red lips fade, dark messy brown hair, vulnerable painful eyes. Her. My body tensed as I saw Lucia right in front of me, her pain filled eyes locking down on mine in disgust. I instantly grabbed the wrist of the woman and shoved her off me.

Mia was crying, pleasing so bad. "Shut up you bitch!" Lucifer threw me and my back bumped into the wall. He quickly ran towards Mia. "Don't come near her!" I was trying to stand but my knees were weaker. Everything here felt painful! Why the hell was it supposed to be like this! She kneeled to Mia; held her chin until she looked at his devil face. She had no choice but to look at him while I was gathering all my strengths... "Please... p-please let us leave..." she begged as she continued crying.

Today I wipe my hands and sit back, watching as he tries to crawl away. Good luck. He gets further away from me, leaning forward; I grip his leg and drag him back, hearing his scream. Yeah, it's broken. "Did you think we wouldn't know or find out?" I shouldn't be doing this, but he deserves to be hurt. Lucia deserves peace knowing every man is dead that ever touched her that night. "It wasn't me!" He crawls away, and I grip him, pulling him back and hearing him screaming.

Lucia opened the door and got out of the car. Alexandro opened the door. He got out of the car. Lucia stood a few meters ahead, her back to him, her arms crossed over her chest. Her shoulders were rising and falling. She was still crying. Alexandro walked closer. Stopped right behind her. "Lulu." She didn't answer. "Lulu?" She didn't move. Alexandro sighed. His hand reached for Lucia's shoulder, turning her body slowly. Lucia's face was wet, her eyes red, her lips swollen from biting them to hold back sobs.

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated: