Lucian And Roxanne Novel Novels & Stories

"These thirty-six days—I've hurt a thousand times more." His mouth crushed hers, punishing, claiming. The kiss devoured every protest. Cynthia's resistance slowly melted into surrender. Her nails raked down his back, leaving angry red trails. The moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting their entangled shadows across the wall in flickering shapes. When the storm had passed, Lucien held her in his arms, his fingers twining through her hair. "If you didn't leave for money, why didn't you reach out?" His voice was low and raw. "Afraid your husband would find out?"

In the ten years that he had known Lucian, there was never a single day that he had ever shown interest in any lady, and this had made many people think that maybe he was gay save that he had never shown any interest in any man too. Ronnie applauded Lucian in his mind. They had just arrived last night, and here his boss had already hooked up with a lady. Seeing the condition of the bed, very disorganized and with a red stain on the sheets, he knew that the two had most probably shared a very rough night. A mischievous smirk tugged at the corners of Ronnie's lips. Immediately, he wanted to tease Lucian for a moment, but Lucian cut him short before he could speak. "Don't even think about it Ro

"Well, your full name is Cincinnati Roxanne Lopez, twenty three years old, ex-stripper, hitman, other vices and there are also a few other details." "Like?" "You have people dear to your heart, Reynolds, Renata and Lauren the old widow." "Don't call her that!" I flipped. "Sorry, I didn't mean it that way." He apologized, a bit laid-back. "Wait how did you even find out I go by Roxanne? It's not even on my birth certificate or records." "I have my ways?" "Riiiight." I drawled. "How old are you?" "Twenty five, in August though."

"Lucy, may I borrow the book on the curse and the Lycan Lord? It has piqued my interest, and I would like to know more about how the story unfolds.” Lucy's eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze fixed on Lucian, analysing the motives behind his request. Silence lingered between them, a subtle exchange of unspoken understanding. Moments stretched into eternity, but then, with a nod, Lucy broke the tension, her voice infused with a touch of trust. "Of course, Lucian," she responded, her tone resonating with a mixture of certainty and belief. "I can see your genuine interest. You can take the book." Lucy swiftly pivoted towards the table; her movements filled with purpose. Without hesitation, she rea

"There's nothing more to say now. Roxy has gone home to take over her Famiglia's business. We also couldn't keep her here any longer. We've already held her up long enough." Maria began to weep as she spoke. She buried her face in her hands, overcome with grief. Stefano fell into deep thought, his mind not at all registering anything Lucia had said. All he heard was that Roxanne was returning to Loxley. He immediately rushed out the door and started calling her number repeatedly. … Roxanne's POV I heard my phone ringing, but I didn't have the strength to answer it. Originally, I had planned to leave right away. But because I had lost too much blood, I could no longer hold on after walking on

"The rose conservatory on Long Island. Madam had men set it on fire." On the screen, the glasshouse that had once been red with roses burned like a small, private hell. Flames licked up the iron ribs of the dome, turning the night orange. It was the place Lucian had built for me with his own hands, the place where he had once asked me to marry him—and the one place he thought I would never be ruthless enough to burn.

**Evelyn** “What did you say?!” I asked Lucian, my eyes wide with disbelief. Certainly he didn't say what I think he did? Lucian straightened up, his eyes flashing with determination. “I said Ryan doesn't love you anymore. He wants his fated mate, and he is going to marry her!” “You are lying!” How dare he slander my Ryan like that?! Lucian shook his head before looking me straight in the eyes. “Does it look as if I am lying? Is it even something I could lie about when you can easily find the truth?” He asked before sighing. “Wake up, Rose. He moved on as soon as you left the pack. You meant that little to him.”

“Shame.” Lucian set his drink down and stood slowly. “Rafe’s alive,” Cruz said. Lucian paused mid-step. “Well now,” he murmured. “Isn’t that interesting?” “He called the cabin. Said I’ve got something he wants.” Lucian’s eyes gleamed. “And what’s that?” Cruz hesitated, then said nothing. Lucian smirked. “Ah, a girl.” Cruz’s jaw clenched. “That Quinn girl,” Lucian added, almost to himself. “Pretty little thing, slipped away in the middle of the night, didn’t she?”

Not with Shane somewhere in the house. He was far enough that he wouldn’t hear her…but still. Eveline closed her eyes, and a face slid into her thoughts. Deep gray eyes, chiseled jaw, a wicked mouth, and lean, long fingers that just knew how to work their way around her pussy. Lucien Roswood. She was thinking about him, in a house with her fiancé. But she couldn’t stop. Eveline bit her lip hard, her head falling back against the cool porcelain edge. She tried to fight it—clenching her thighs together under the water—but the ache only sharpened.

With a fearsome growl, I lunged forward, striking fear into the hearts of the rebels. The guards in key positions fell before me, their defenses crumbling as I tore through their ranks with unparalleled strength and agility. The rebel soldiers gasped in terror, their resolve waning as they witnessed the might of the lycan unleashed upon them. In mere moments, the area that once seemed impenetrable now lay conquered at our feet. Prince Vaemond approached me, his eyes wide with awe and admiration. “Cain, I have never seen such prowess in battle,” he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine praise. “Your transformation is an incredible asset to our cause. Together, we will triumph.”