Lucian Books And Wine Reviews นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He didn't need much light, he'd never worked well under bright lights. While he searched for any particular book to answer his numerous questions, his hands bumped against a large hardcover book. It was arranged towards the end of the cabinet and it was a really large book, deep brown with golden cursive writing titled "The Art Of The Greek Numbers." Lucian frowned and wondered what this kind of book would be doing in his father's cabinet. His late father was never the type to waste his time and energy on books that didn't add tangible information or information that would help The Garoeux Estate progress. So, what was it doing here?

Lucian glanced up at me with narrowed eyes and a frown. "Sorry, grumpy butt,'' I mumbled, heading to the refrigerator for some blood. Opening the door I heard Lucian say that there wasn't any blood and more would be delivered tomorrow and I hissed out my frustration. "I know, I am hungry as well." I heard Lucian growling. I closed the door and eyed him looking as if he were intoxicated. "Where is the special blood you have hidden in wine bottles?" I asked bluntly and he chuckled. "I drank it all…do you think I'm attractive?" He asked me. My eyes narrowed at him and I shook my head.

"Lucian, it's you." Wearing a navy blue long-sleeved shirt that made his calm blue eyes darker and black pants that made him look much taller, Lucian Liu was strikingly handsome. He smiled at her and then pointed at the book she was holding with his long forefinger. "That's Demetrian cuisines. If you're looking for Demetrian languages, then it's in the other shelf." Jucel laughed a little bit. She shook her head and hugged the book to her chest before she cocked her hips to one side. "I wanted to learn how Demetrians cook. I already know enough Demetrian languages to last a lifetime."

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.

Lucian, Livie's father-in-law says as he lops his arm around hers and pulls her toward the elevator, and presses the last floor where the wine cellars are located. It was the first time she would c]visit the cellars, and she had tried to think of an excuse to visit the place to see it. Her jaw drips the moment she sees the doors open. The wine cellars were almost endless. So many different wines of all kinds, dating to more than fifty years. Lucian took pride in his collection.

The unease was written all over it, like I was the cover page of Worried Weekly. Lucian, bless his calm, didn’t say anything. He just walked over to the food and drinks cabinet—it was a serve-yourself situation, which honestly felt like a trap if you’re bad at portion control. He loaded up different kinds of food and small chops onto our plates like he was preparing for a group meeting. Then he grabbed two bottles of wine and set them on a tray with glass cups before bringing everything over to the table. I smiled at him. I couldn’t help it. That little gesture melted something in me.

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.

Pouring the wine for himself in the glass, he picked it up and swirled the wine inside the glass. He brought the wine glass closer to his mouth and took the scent of the wine. He sipped it and closed his eyes. What he has turned himself into! He was good when he was not involved with Alieana but now reverse was happening- he was confused and was baffled seeing those changes in him. Lucian ruffled his hair and put the wine glass on the sofa table there. He stood up from the sofa and picked his hat from the hat stand. He wore the hat and disappeared from his house.

Lucian smiled and put a hand on his shoulder "How great is your mistake, Galadriel. Your mistake does not even compare to one iota of what I did to Amelia. I killed every beautiful person between us, and despite that I still pursue her. I will not allow her to get away from me. As long as you breathe, you still have a chance, and your chance of getting your mate back is greater than... Mine, so don't give up even if she rejects you once, twice or a thousand. Don't give up, just keep trying ." Galadriel looked in front of him, remembering all his mistakes against Grace, every insult, every beating, every rape, even the child he wanted so badly to kill. "It's very easy to talk, Lucian. I'm los