Lucian One Piece Novels & Stories

"I thought, putting on my shirt which I took of when working out. I saw Luciana hurring out of campus towards the woods when I reached the parking lot."umm that's strange."I thought as Luciana never leaves the campus these early."Why do I even care?"l asked myself, shaking my head to clear all thought of luci out of my mind.

"You're a guest tonight. Eat." "I know, but it's just — strange." She smiled, taking a bite of salmon. "I've worked in this house forever, and I've never seen this room look warm before." "That's because the company's usually terrible," Lucien said from the head of the table. I looked at him, honestly stunned. Collar unbuttoned, actual smile on his face, sipping wine like a regular guy instead of the man the entire business world tiptoed around. Even Vivienne behaved — mostly glaring at her vegetables, one look from Lucien enough to shut down anything sharper than a sigh.

But underneath the words was something far more dangerous, something he wasn’t showing. Lucian’s smile deepened, almost playful. “I’m giving you a chance to work on your survival skills. Right now they’re comparable to that of a dodo bird.” The door behind us slammed open. Lomi. She strode in, her eyes narrowing as they landed on me. “So you’re the little pup that wandered into the snake’s den. Tsk, tsk. I’ve never seen prey deliver itself to its predator.” Lucian’s hand slammed down on the table beside him, rattling beakers, sending glass crashing to the floor. His eyes narrowed to slits as he glared at his sister.

“You should be proud. You lasted against Ronin. That’s like surviving a damn tornado.” I took a sip of the bitter coffee. “Surviving isn’t the same as winning.” Mara leaned closer, her voice dropping. “You think Lucian’s going to let you disappear now?” I glanced at her, uncertain. “What are you talking about?” Before she could answer, the room fell into a sudden hush. Lucian had entered. He walked like the floor didn’t dare creak under his boots. Eyes followed his every move, shoulders straightening, voices vanishing. He stopped at the front, beside a silver-bound scroll held by one of the elders.

“Oh, I prefer to be out here with the warriors. You can’t trust your warriors unless you know firsthand that they’re doing the work.” Lucian smiles. “That’s great. I was thinking about stepping into the ring today with them. Why don’t you join me?” Her mouth drops open. Surely, he doesn’t expect her to actually fight any of these meatheads? Lucian just smiles. “I was just coming out to ask if I could join. I’ll see if you can join as well.” Before Viola can respond, Lucian turns and heads straight for Tavis. “You’re Tavis, right? The head warrior of Moonstone?” Lucian holds out a hand and Tavis takes it. “I’m Alpha Lucian of Silverfang.”

"It's nothing. Gianna is coming in three days. I have to prepare for her arrival and, of course, the baby's arrival. You know, the pram, cot, and foam rubber sealing strips. It's just not as easy as I've expected." "OK. I don't know whatever the fuck you've just said, but I know what you need right now," I grinned and said. "No, Luke. I don't need whores. Please don't send them to my tent tonight. I have to patrol the camp and go to have an assuming bubble bath with Alpha Zackery." Lucian said. "That fucking gigolo just don't know his fucking boundary," I became grumpy. "He's a Lycan, Luke. The most trusty adviser and stepbrother to His Majesty the King. He owns everything in this Kingdom, i

I felt like Lucian and I were about to lose the connection that we had just built. I ran a shaky hand through my hair and exhaled. I didn’t want to feel like this. I didn’t want to be jealous, or insecure, or whatever this strange feeling was twisting inside me. But how could I not? Lucian had told me; he had sworn that his first mate was murdered. That he saw her lifeless body with his own eyes. And yet, the woman who collapsed into his arms, the woman who had called out his name, was the very same mate he had believed dead.

Something he could own. Jamil kept twirling his wine glass, acting calm, but his hands gave him away. He was nervous. Too nervous. "Nineteen, right?" Lucian asked, tilting his head. Lina gave a quick nod, then realized that might not be enough. "Yes, sir," she said, her voice a little stronger this time. Lucian smiled again. But it wasn’t a nice smile. It was the kind of smile a hunter gives after catching something. Cold. Final. Then his voice dropped. "Lina, turn around. We want to see."

“Crowe won’t let what he doesn’t understand keep breathing.” There was a weight to the name. “You knew him.” “Once,” Lucian said. “When I still thought power could be taught.” I caught sight of the spiral brand on his wrist. It looked half-healed, half-remembered. “Let me guess—he doesn’t take students well.” “He takes them apart,” Lucian said simply. He turned a page in a book stitched with black thread. The letters rearranged under the lamplight into a word I recognized: bargain.

The call ended. I braced both hands against the sink, breathing hard. Then the restroom door opened behind me. Lucian. Of course. He looked just as destroyed as I felt. Blood stained his black shirt. His silver hair was disheveled. His knuckles were split open. But his eyes still looked ready for war. “You bastard,” he said flatly. “Did you do it? Did you betray Ariel?” I froze instantly. “What do you mean?” His jaw tightened. Something dangerous flashed between us again.