Lucia Novels Novels & Stories

A Thousand years after Derek received the prophecy that Lucia was the one to kill him, finally Lucia was born. Lucia was already 22 years and was already a graduate but had no male or other female friends except from Daniella. She grew up in a peaceful, loving family, and she has grown up to be a good girl aside from fighting those who wants to harm her. Some even compared her to an untainted snow, well and pure, but some mocked her, calling her little Monster.

Emma, I held Katya in my arms while I watched Luca leave. I prayed to the goddess to protect him. I knew his father was not out to get him, but I couldn't say the same for his father's bitch and half-brothers. I prayed he would achieve his goal in Ashfield and return to me alive and well. Katya struggled to get down, and I let her go. She went to Catalina, who lifted her up and winked at me. Just then, Luciano came, and he kissed Catalina. I was glad to see that they had settled their difference. There was little time to remain mad at each other. Tomorrow was not a guarantee, especially in the Mafia. I was glad Catalina could see that and move past his transgressions. I smiled at her and her

even if it means kidnapping her and taking her back forcefully. Lucia was bored, all alone in the mansion since she had nowhere to go. She then decided to take a walk around the mansion so she could get a bit familiar with the place. After a while, she reached a part of the mansion which looked dormant. like it's been locked for a long time. something like a basement. Lucia got curious, but she also didn't want to invade Graciela's private place. she looked through the windows from outside the room, although the dusty yellow curtains inside the room somehow blocked her views from seeing what was inside.

Allissa Eira flung herself over me, her magic a last-ditch wall of icy blue, but Angelica’s attack punched right through. The pressure slammed me to the bed, pinned me by the throat, and for one long, surreal second, everything went quiet. I saw Eira on the floor, twitching but alive, her hands clamped around her body as she writhed in pain. Another wave of gold came rushing at me and I moved to protect my unborn baby. Just when I should have been hit, the world tore sideways.

Lucian’s POV As I stood by Elisa's side, gazing down at our newborn son, Lucien, a rush of emotions surged through me, overwhelming in their intensity. I watched as Elisa cradled him in her arms, her expression a mixture of wonder and exhaustion. The bond between a mother and her child was a marvel to witness, and in that moment, I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of awe and gratitude.

My mind racked even as I said the words, trying to find out whether I knew the rude stranger, and if I had done something to her to deserve such verbal assaults. “You heard me-” Whatever she was going to say was cut off by Silvie’s loud mention of my name as she sashayed over to us. “What are you doing here? And where are the boys?” She asked, her eyes sweeping over the bar to see if I came with my brothers. “Oh, they left.” I answered. “They were being quite the handful, plus… they have that conference tomorrow so…” I trailed of slowly, Silvie’s gaze straying to the woman beside me. “Lisa! I see you’ve met Lucia.” She told her. Lisa’s eyes widened in shock. “Lucia is the Brielle Renaud?” Sh

Veronica arrived not long after, draped in crimson, her hair woven with rubies. In all this, I kept my eyes out for Lilian. It felt like she just vanished disappointing and appearing at her own convenience. Almost all the maids would be here today, so I would find her for sure. Soon after, Lucian entered, dressed in deep navy and silver, his presence loud even in silence. As he passed by me, our eyes met—briefly, unintentionally—but it shook me. Something flickered in his gaze. But I didn't know what it was, and I didn't even want to care. But I did.

She suspected he enjoyed these arguments. Not because they fought. Because she challenged him. The realization annoyed her even more. Later that night Lucia couldn’t sleep. The mansion remained unusually quiet. Most people had already retired. Only security personnel continued moving through the halls. Lucia wandered into the library. A habit she had developed months ago. Books rarely solved problems. But they helped organize thoughts. Tonight she needed that. Her mind felt crowded. The betrayal. The war. The leak. Alessio. Everything seemed connected. Yet none of it fully made sense.

His mouth closed around her nipple and he began to suck on it. Despite herself, Lucia moaned out. He took his mouth away. “Did you like that?” Lucia shook her head but her moan had betrayed her. She gasped when Julio pushed her legs opened and tugged down her panties. “This filthy little slut, look at how wet she is.” He marveled as he showed the rest her soaked panties. Lucia wanted to yell that it was the drug’s doing not them but those words got stuck in her throat when she felt two fingers inside her drenched slit.

Five minutes later and Lucianda could no longer maintain the numbness that usually comes easily to her and all she wanted to do was to scream and beg for mercy but she knew begging at this stage will only annoy this man who is now at the end of his patience for her. Full of hatred for her late husband, all he has in his heart and mine is revenge and payment for late Alex Castos’s sins and Luci felt like she was in a bad dream and anytime from now she should wake up. But when the man gave her nipple a gentle bite that shot arrows into her brain, she forgot all about her late husband and gave a little whimper that immediately changed to a moan when she felt his fingers feathering lightly on he