Novel & Cerita Lucian's Regret Novel & Pdf

Chapter 54: Retribution’s Wrath LUCIAN’S POV The study was my sanctuary, the Miami skyline a blur through the window as I stood shirtless, sweat still clinging to my skin from the gym, a Cuban cigar smoldering between my fingers. I’d been sober for three days, fighting the urge to drown in whiskey, to numb the shame that burned since I’d mistaken Marco for Ethan, my lips on his, my hands desperate for a ghost. I avoided Marco, his presence a reminder of my weakness, my heart still raw from Ethan’s betrayal—his silence, his absence, the void he’d left when I woke from the coma. I exhaled, smoke curling, my chest tight, trying to bury the ache under work, under control, under the empire I’d bu

the doctor replied. Lucian turned his gaze to his uncle. He walked over and sat on the bed, holding his uncle's hand with his sad, worried eyes on his uncle's face. He felt so guilty. He would never forgive himself for what he had done to his uncle. ******** Nearly two hours had passed, but Luther still closed his eyes. Selina and Lucian, who were sitting on the chair beside the bed, kept staring at their uncle with swollen eyes and hoped their uncle would open his eyes soon. Selina kept holding her uncle's hand. Not a single word came out of their mouths. Only Selina's sobs were heard.

The pages, once filled with Isabella's careful, urgent hand, sat blank again in the moonlight, as though none of it had ever been written at all. Nobody spoke for a long moment. Lucien's expression hadn't changed, but something behind his eyes had, a flicker of something Elara couldn't quite name, somewhere between recognition and dread. "Lucien," she said quietly. "Do you regret it?" He looked at her for a long time before answering. "Every day," he said. "That's how I know it wasn't me she meant." Nobody asked who Isabella had meant instead. Some questions, Elara was learning, were more dangerous to answer out loud than to simply carry forward, unspoken, until the story was ready to give u

Chapter 4 Lucian's POV “Mate!” Her words keep ringing in my ears like a hammer on an anvil as I walk out of the prison house with no clear destination in mind. I have finally seen her after waiting patiently for over eight years. I’m supposed to be happy, but I can't afford to be. She is the perfect definition of everything that could go wrong. She has almost every wrong combination of things I hate. First, she might be a human, a creature I don't trust due to their constant betrayal. Also, I'm one of the leading Alphas in the world, and I need a very strong and capable Luna beside me.

It was etched in his bones, and it had been his ruin. Fortunately, really, Fortunately, that face had appeared before him again. Like a drowning rat with no savior in sight, Finn desperately clung to his rare light, hoping to return to safe ground. Even though he knew he wasn't worth it. But then again, he had always been known to be a greedy person. Why else would he hurt so many people? "Lucian..." He called. "I regret it. I regretted it so much. And... I keep regretting it every day." From the moment he received that call, what he felt was a deep regret.

“Okay.” Joanna stared at me, trying to find even the slightest flicker of emotion on my face. Finally, she found it. I frowned and said to her, “You're blocking my light. I’m trying to read.” Joanna immediately started cursing, “Laura, drop the act! You’re basically a dead woman—if you have any sense, you'd leave Jack right now!” I laughed and placed the stack of daily love letters Jack had written for me right in front of her.

“That has been puzzling me, but still I know very well that it was my mistake for not going prepared that caused her death; else she'll still be alive.” “I promised her, Novela. She asked me to save her, and I assured her that I would definitely get away from Raphael, but I failed”. Lucian hits the table hard, thinking about his promise and how he still couldn't save her at all, the memory of how he stood just staring at the car as it burned with her inside, unable to do anything. Novela, staring at Lucian, could tell he was already filled with anger and rage. She hadn't seen him like this ever, and now the incident had brought out the side of him that didn't seem good.

The sound of her laugh reached him faintly a sound he hadn't heard in years. For a brief moment, his heart eased. But then he looked back at the folder on his desk, at Mirana's face frozen in a smile too familiar, too deceptive. His expression hardened again. "They took one life from me," Lucian murmured to himself. "This time, I'll make sure they never touches what's mine again." ----- The air smelled faintly of jasmine, and a soft breeze rustled the pages of the book in Caliste's hand.

The air between us burned with unspoken fear, with longing, with regret. But Lucien did what he always did. He stepped back, retreating into his armor of control and coldness. “Stay out of those books,” he said, voice neutral again. “Sometimes the past is better left buried.” Then he turned, his coat sweeping behind him as he walked away, leaving me alone in the library, clutching a book full of ghosts. I don't regret finding out what I did, I wasn't going to let myself be a recipient to indifference and hatred from Lucien without knowing what exactly I did.

"I didn’t wake up one day and decide to become a monster. I was made a monster." He finished and advanced towards me with full force. I wasn't prepared for the attack that Luke made. He occupied me with his words and dashed towards me with his claws out. He slapped the gun out of my hand before he struck me with his claws. "Aah!" I cried as I felt a burning sensation in my left shoulder. As I lay on the floor crying, Luke paced around me. "I didn't really want to start Flesh Trade, Verena. Initially my plan was something else. I thought I would bring you back and let all the men fúck you for making my life hell." He kicked me, making my vision waver.