Lucian Book Novels & Stories

And the more I looked around, the more I started believing it too. "Found something." Lucian called out to me from the other end of the room. He had put on gloves and held a leather back book. "Looks like its was her's." He commented after opening the first page. I walked to his side. He quickly flipped through the book and it was filled eith entries. Lucian and I looked at one another with knowing looks. He opened a random page and we started reading.

I checked for something else, three books and no single plan on his present mission. Maybe I was searching for the wrong part. I walked away from his working table to the shelf, but what I saw were mostly old ancient novels and battle strategies. “Shit Lucian! Where the fuck are you. Goddess please give me a sign, I need an answer desperately, history can’t reoccur again, Lucian needs to come back home.” After checking the list of books, I finally gave up. I sat on his bed in defeat, what if Lucian never really comes back, what if he was sick and died outside the pack and I sent him to his death. What if?

“I never told you anything about this book, how did you know that this book was what Lucian wanted?" “I installed a mini camera on Lucian. And I heard him talking to you in the dungeon about the book. So I had to go to your study to look for the book”. I answered "Was the book blank when you opened it?”. He asked "Yes, it was blank”. "Did it work after he used the blood?”. "I don't know if it worked because he didn't get back to me” "Thank you once again for what you did for me and my daughter”. Said Mr Richard before stepping down from the car.

Kael paid, and this time Lucian didn't reach for the bill, which meant something about the eleven weeks of recalibration, the small negotiations of who did what when, settling into something that worked for both of them without requiring discussion. Outside, they walked back to the car in the grey morning. At the car Lucian stopped. Kael looked at him. "The books," Lucian said. "On the shelf. The order." "You don't have to explain it." "I want to." He looked at the car, not at Kael. "The ones I read when I needed to think about something other than the plan. Each one is from a different year. The order is the years." He paused. "Markers. So I knew how long it had been."

She had spent the last three hours entirely immersed in Lucian's personal ledgers, her charcoal pencil flying across the pages of her notebook as she cataloged the volumes in strict chronological order. The initial terror of her morning dream had transformed into a deep, consuming fascination. Reading Lucian's history wasn't like reading a textbook; it was a devastatingly raw encounter with the ghost of the world. He had been there. His elegant, flowing script detailed the paranoia of the European witch trials, the mud and blood of the trenches in the Great War, and the blinding, horrific ash of Hiroshima.

She scowled. "if he isn't Human, then What is he? A beast? A demon? A monster? All I see tied down is a normal human being, suffering, in pain, and-" Anne looked at Olivia with a hint of anger in her voice, " Enough! You know nothing. You know nothing about this world you live in , there are demons, monsters, witches, whatever you thought were fairy tales, they exist. You want to know what Lucas is? LYCAN! Lucas is a Lycan, is that enough to make you proceed with the experiment?."

Lucien sat still on the bed, covered up to his chest with the duvet, watching silently. Once the bodyguards were done, they bowed slightly toward Roman, and exited the room without a word, closing the door behind them. A still silence followed. Roman took a step forward. “The books have been arranged… so, you can start reading whenever you feel like it.” Lucien gave a weak smile, but his eyes didn’t match it. They looked distant. Troubled. Roman’s brow furrowed. “You’re not happy?” he asked gently. Lucien's fingers clenched around the bedsheet. “I am... I just…” He hesitated and then whispered, “Is he going to hit me… or punish me again?”

In Lucian’s world, art and lust are inseparable, and Elias is willing to surrender everything, his body, his limits, and his pleasure to become the ultimate living masterpiece. Chapter 1: The First Sitting The late afternoon light poured through the tall studio windows like liquid gold, casting long shadows across the polished hardwood floor as Lucian stood behind his easel, charcoal in hand, watching the young man who had just stepped into his private domain. At forty-two, Lucian was a master of form and desire, his reputation built on paintings that captured not just the body but the raw hunger beneath the skin. His own body was still powerful, broad shoulders, strong hands stained with ye

“He’s… not real, right? But I can see him. I’ve heard you sometimes… scream late at night. Moaning, gasping. I thought you were watching something sexual and masturbating, but this… please Can I… touch him?” Lucian looked at me, he got furious and aroused. “You brought her here? Into my world, without my consent??” “She won’t tell anyone Lucian ,” I said quickly, my voice damn shaking. Lucian’s angry face was scary. “Sophie let me explain everything…he’s real here okay?. These books you see are fantasies that make things happen. Whatever sex you read from this erotic series, you would feel it. You want to feel it too?”

And that enemy was whoever had helped Elinda Milburn escape. "Lucas is back, my son." But don't worry, I'll tame him." He patted his back, drifting him off into his half-conscious state of mind. "Just like I said, look for Karen Milburn while I try to take care of him." Don't let any of the guards know that the monster they are out there looking for is your brother. It may raise eyebrows, you know. "He is now our biggest enemy, considering what he has done." He gestured toward the body reamains with his chin.