Lucia Novel Novels & Stories

he says but I cry and push his hands away from me, while I cried out, I turned on the bed, kicking both my hands and feet over the bed crying. "Nova...stop this, Nova," he says again in a warning voice but I ignored him still crying. After a few minutes of my crying, I think I cried myself out, I didn't have any more tears to cry, instead, my eyes were starting to close now, I felt Lucifer walk around the room, but I'm mad at him for collaring me, I'm not a real puppy, he did say I belong to him, but I'm not a real puppy, I'm still a girl. I must have fallen asleep, I woke up feeling the need to go, I really need to go, I tried to get out of the bed, but there was something covering me keepi

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.

Hell, maybe he could even get his own spinoff. Leah flitted off to work with an extra cinnamon roll, and I was left alone in the apartment. It was still morning yet, so I had time to kill. I elected to curl up on the couch with one of the lycan books Blair sent with me. It was unusual to get a book from Blair that was not old, leather bound, and smelled of dust and aged paper. This one was the most interesting by far because it was a paperback that looked to be written within the past decade or so. It looked too… normal. It had a publishing date and everything.

She whipped her head around the direction of the wind when a large growl beamed near her as a large white and grey coloured wolf engulfed her head, tearing it apart and snatching her soul from its temporary host. "Mother! " Lucia screamed as she woke up abruptly from a profound dream. She was profusely sweating and panting. She held her head as a sharp pain passed her head. She trotted towards her study table grabbing her memoir, shuffling through the pages to find a paper that was half burnt and damaged over time.

Lucia snarked. I leaned forward in my chair, resting my elbows on my knees. "Lucia, I don't want to be at war with you—" "Do you know what they did to me?!" Lucia shouted, stopping anything else I might have wanted to say. "I don't," I replied. "But if you want to tell me…" "I was a revolving door for El Lobo's men!" Lucia said, tears starting to roll down her cheeks. "El Lobo thought he was saving me for something or someone—I don't know—but that's not how it worked out. That's not how it worked out at all!"

Isla nodded and left. Lucia stepped back inside, her fingers tightening around the envelope. She didn’t open it right away. She scanned the room, then drew the curtains shut, locking the door behind her. Only when she was alone.. truly alone.. did she tear the flap. Inside were photos. She pulled the first one out… then the second… then a third. Each one stabbed like ice. Ryan. Johanna. Together. In a car. Outside some hotel. Her lips near his cheek. His hand resting on her knee.

the young woman cries, and Lucia hums. "Actually, there is one more thing I need you to do for me,” Lucia coos, leaning forward and lifting the girl up through her chin. “Die.” What happened next was something that I could never explain. What a moment this girl was trembling at Lucia’s feet, and the next she lay lifeless with her throat slit open. Lucia raised her bloody nail and stuck it into her mouth and hummed. She killed a person with her nail. What the hell was this woman?

The city was calmer tonight,almost too calm I'd say. From up here, the lights stretched like they would never go out. Little splatters of gold beneath a darkened sky. It should have been the perfect, peaceful view but now it felt like peace had a price tag. Lucia had gone back to her own little space of course. I noticed it, the lengthy silences, the robotic politeness. The way she said “good morning” like a job with nothing sentimental attached to it.

And not some mere mortal. Lucia was lying flat on her bed, despite not eating dinner, she has grown thin and she wanes from worries day by day. Tired from parking she saw a shadow cast upon her as she raised her head to her right, she snapped immediately and from what was in the woman's eyes, tonight is going to be excruciatingly long, She raised her hands folded alongside the sharp object she yielded and turn the bed shredded. By now Lucia had rolled down the bed falling onto the floor, the darkness that was illuminated by the moon helped Lucia as she gaped her mouth with her hand looking for an escape route.

Brittney explained cautiously looking straight at Lucia. Lucia nodded and finished her porridge hurriedly. She lost interest in speaking to Brittney. She threw the empty food pack and walked to the bed. "Luci aren't you going to join me in the cake?" She shook her head and proceeded to climb into bed. "Luci take a bite. It's just one bite." Lucia stared at the cake for a while without a word, she sat on the bed. Brittney cut out a piece and handed it to her.