Lucian And Roxanne Novel Novels & Stories

Lucian’s P.O.V. I look around the small expanse of fresh, green grass that laid below the sun’s light, making up the park that was overflowing with families. My legs remain stretched out beneath me, a hand supporting my head as I watch with tired eyes. Following the happy families of attentive parents and cheerful children playing without a single concern for the eye to see, pain blisters through me from the sight of it. I pull my eyes away and focus them instead on my feet. I knock them together to distract myself, trying to make the knocking loud enough to drown out the laughter that echoed through my ears.

Logan, Olivia, and Enzo all came rushing into our apartment. Olivia rushed to me, checking me over, but I assured her that I was not hurt, and she relaxed a little. The rouge was bending under the power of Lucians' aura, and she was in no way able to move away. And Lucian, who was furious, stood there baring his canines, growling. “What are you doing here? How dare you enter my home and treat my mate?” Lucian growled. “The rouge king, the only real king, wants scrolls and the books. He can change our world, make it safe.” The rouge said under the influence of the aura.

She invited Luciana back to the estate in Brooklyn one night just like old times, she said; wine, laughter, a meal like they used to have back when they didn’t wear diamonds to dinner and carry secrets sharper than steak knives. Luciana came of course she did, loyalty was a sickness she never shook off but something in her had shifted, her laugh didn’t ring like it used to, her smile held something bitter under it and when Rosalie turned her back to fetch the glasses, Luciana—sweet soft spoken Luciana slipped a few drops of something she’d gotten from a contact in Chicago into the bottle It was meant to stop a heart, quiet, no mess. Rosalie wasn’t stupid, she’d been raised by wolves and marr

He asked with a laugh. "Getting what I want." Roxanne said as she guided herself on him, gasping as she slid him into her. "Princess!" Jaxon let out a ragged moan at the warmth of her that enveloped him. Roxanne began to move her hips in a circular motion, one hand on his chest, the other in her hair. She threw her head back as she rode him, feeling like a queen on her throne. _________________ Loo sat in apartment, phone pressed to her ear as she spoke to Sentinel. Her voice was laced with frustration as she recounted her latest encounter with the police.

‎ ‎Cigar immediately protested. ‎ ‎“Absolutely not.” ‎ ‎But Roderick continued. ‎ ‎“If she truly is chosen by the Moon Goddess… we will know.” ‎ ‎Lucian’s jaw tightened. ‎ ‎He didn’t like this. ‎ ‎Not one bit. ‎Lyra wandered along the creek path, enjoying the quiet. ‎ ‎She didn’t notice the moment Lucian approached behind her. ‎ ‎But she felt it. ‎ ‎That strange warmth again. ‎ ‎“Lucian.”

he said flatly. Eshnu spread his arms. “Straight to business. I like that.” “You have one minute.” Lucien sounded bored. One of Eshnu’s guards shifted nervously. Even among nobles, Lucien’s reputation was infamous. Lucien, the illegitimate son of the Alpha King. He was cast aside and forgotten. Eshnu tilted his head. “Your dear brother found his mate.” Lucien’s expression didn’t change. “That’s hardly surprising.” “Oh, but the female is...” Eshnu stepped closer. “She’s from the Wolfless Zone.”

“Thank you, for your kind words.” “How did you and the Duke meet?” Lucianna asks. “We…” Roseanne glances at Dmitri who is still talking to the other guests. “We met through a friend,” she lies. Lucianna raises an eyebrow. A human is friends with a Lycan? She does not say it out loud but Roseanne can feel her questioning gaze. “He is an elusive man,” Lucianna notes. “I see that you are still not marked.” “I-I…” Roseanne stammers but Lucianna continues to talk.

“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.

Touching her was never an option. Still, she tried. She tried to win his heart, clinging to the hope that time might soften him. That something—anything—could change. Until the night when every fragile line between them was erased. When Luciano woke the next morning and found himself naked in bed with her, his fury was beyond anything she had ever seen. Convinced that Rosa had drugged him to sleep with her, Luciano threw her out of his house, handed her divorce papers without giving her a chance to explain, and had his men force her to leave the country.

════════ ✥.❖.✥ ════════ ❝Chapter 52❞ Juliet Lucienne Moreau's story wasn't long. As a daughter born from a prestigious noble family, she was destined to be crowned as the Empress of the Empire. But when she realized that the Crown Prince whom she fell in love is in love with another woman, she chose to run away from their supposedly marriage and went off, riding on the villain's lap.