Lucian Books And Wine Reviews Novels & Stories

My head kept replaying it again and again, and no matter how much I tried to push it away, the sound clung to me like a shadow. I looked down at the wine glass in my hand, surprised because I rarely drank wine unless forced by politeness, and I preferred sweet drinks like honey water or berry syrup, and I had no idea when this wine would reach my lips. Before I could say anything, Lucian’s voice was heard. “Don’t pour her more wine,” he said. I lifted my eyes and found him looking straight at me, and for a second, the whole room paused. His ruby-red eyes softened as they met mine, and something inside me melted at that look.

This… it was something I did not expect. “Like it?” Lucien asked lightly and I nodded. “Are you up to the task?” he inquired with a raised eyebrow. ‘Am I up to the task?’ of course I was. This was definitely one in a million opportunities that I will ever get, so how can I not like it? “How did you do it?” I asked as I read through the documents. Although I know that my husband is formidable, this is way beyond my expectations. “I just waged a price war and with all the scandals surrounding him, the shares kept falling in price until they were saturated. I thought that it will be a good practicing ground for you as you prepare to build your own empire!” Lucien said and I looked at him with a

This was his moment to get something incriminating. “What is it my lord?” He asked, his attention fully drawn. “I want to gift the winner of the tournament something precious”. He said. “To show my support”. Lucifer wrinkled his brows in confusion. “My lord, the promotion should be rewarding enough”. Lucifer argued. “Yes, yes it is. Still, I want to reward the winner with a special gift”. God said. “What is it?” He asked. Another silence. “A sword”. Lucifer almost laughed. Of all things, he wanted to gift a sword. It was the least thing he had expected and also not incriminating in the slightest.

Confident, sexy, seductive. "You're a genius, Luca," I whispered. He grinned, "You're gorgeous, Soph. You just needed a little TLC. Shit, you could go in a potato sack and look incredible, though." I chuckled as we entered the living room, and light swayed from the crystal chandelier above us. A bottle of red wine waited on the table along with two glasses, ready to calm my jittery nerves. Luca generously overfilled the two glasses, then turned to me and said, "Cheers, Sophia. Here's to finding out how Jacopo Rossi is in bed."

It tasted strong and glorious, so I gulped it all down and poured more for myself. Lucian smiled and spoke assuredly. "Don't worry, Calla. I have to covered. Just up when I tell you to, then you can have what you want." "Like what?" I feigned ignorance. "Like the food you are eating. You even added the wine to the list." "And you feel that food and a rare bottle of wine is enough to bring for boring and annoying dinner dates with you." With that, I was confident enough that I have pushed Lucian to the wall.

Without it, his scent was blooming again, a soft, honeyed jasmine that sought out the cedar in the room like a vine seeking a trellis. Across from him, Lucian sat in a low armchair, a glass of amber liquid forgotten in his hand. He wasn't looking at the fire. He was looking at a small, weathered leather book—not a ledger of Academy politics or a tactical manual, but something private. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the corded muscle of his forearms, but his posture was devoid of its usual predatory tension. He looked, for the first time, like a man who was simply tired of carrying the world on his shoulders. "You’ve been staring at that page for twenty minutes," Thalynn said softly, h

It was much obvious on the way he ogled my body with hunger as if he wanted to devour me. I cleared my throat reaching for an empty glass of wine when Lucian was holding the bottle. "Would you pour me one too?" I smiled as he slowly filled my glass. "I like your tattoo; it looks like a dragon Vrtra." I took a sip of my wine. "I'm into legends and whatnot." I grabbed the elastic on my head letting my hair fall on my shoulders. "I'm sorry, continue with your talk." Lucian was gaping wide at me. But he immediately fixed his composure, a knowing look passed between us.

Once the last dregs of wine have been drained from their bottles, I rise from my chair, moving toward the bar cart with steady deliberation. The low glow of the lamp casts long shadows across the room as I select a bottle of my finest scotch. Two cut crystal glasses catch the light, their sharp edges gleaming as I pour a generous measure into each. Lucian sinks into the chair across from mine with a tired sigh, the weight of the years evident in the way he carries himself. For a long moment, he says nothing, merely swirling the amber liquid beneath his nose before taking a deep pull.

CHAPTER 60 Lucian My hand moved on its own, eager, trembling with a strange craving I had never felt before. My mouth, dry and warm, suddenly longed for something—anything—to quench a thirst I hadn’t known existed until now. The moment the rim of the glass touched my lips, I drank like a man who had wandered for days in a sunless desert. The wine was rich—full-bodied, smooth, and expensive in a way words could never describe. It wasn’t just wine. It was like drinking velvet wrapped in flame. Before I even realized it, the glass was already half empty.

he said, and I frowned at him because I was sitting right in front of him. "Did you mean in the waking world?" I asked, and he laughed. "Of course, the wine is delicious. I had it picked especially for you, darling. Your scent is of lavender and honey," He said, and what he said did not tally with what I had said. This was one of those meaningless dreams again. He got the scent and taste of the wine right. There were times we would have meaningful conversations and flow. There were times we would speak like this. I guess this was one of those nights.