روايات وقصص ضمن Lucie Herondale

Strolling over, he picked up the document and gazed at it, an unexplained feeling he couldn’t quite describe played around in his heart, causing the redhead to blink his eyes in confusion. ‘She signed it?’ Lucien thought and looked around the living area, confirming her departure, but yet the scent of her usual lavender perfume still wafted through the air, making him feel her presence even though the female herself was nowhere to be seen. Lucien finally placed away the documents, a sigh escaping his lips as his fingers reached up and undid his tie. This was what he wanted, but why…?His train of thought dwindled as his eyes caught sight of a shiny gift box. Lucien popped open the lid, surpri

Her phone dropped to the floor. If it hadn't been for that accident, the baby that had only lived in her womb for three months would be seven by now—possibly the same age as Harley—calling them "Mom" and "Dad" in a sweet voice... Seeing the color drain from her face, Lucien bent down to pick up the phone and gently placed it in her hand. Then, without another word, he turned and left the room, his steps slow and heavy. His retreating figure seemed wrapped in sorrow and loneliness.

“I’m never letting you go to the ‘right man.’ I’ll be that man.” My tears slipped free, but this time they were happy tears because, fortunately—or unfortunately—I was too good at playing wife. Too good to the point that not only did I catch feelings, but got them returned even more fiercely than before. He was falling, bit by bit, for me. Celine. The fake substitute bride. ~~~ Later, Lucien guided me into the car. The door shut softly behind us, and as soon as we started moving, he raised the tinted window between us and the driver.

I asked, my finger sweeping through my hair. Lucille thought for a while before speaking. “I liked her from the start. I knew she was abducted eleven years ago by her father's cousin, Lucian Xavier. I knew she was in Paris and rumour had it you two were having an affair…” she shrugged, then continued. “Seems like it's true. I can tell she's pregnant.” I grinned, my eyes locking with hers. “No one knows about that, and if they…” “I won't tell anyone. I really like Amelia Xavier. She's your type of woman, and you're so into her,” she cut me off.

“But guess what, you know this mysterious young alpha from the Hart family right?” “You mean alpha Lucien?” “Yes, I don’t know what she did but she managed to hook up with him and now she is shamelessly clinging to him.” “How can she have no shame? But I have heard that, that man Lucien is very powerful and very ruthless. If anyone dares to play tricks on him, they will die without knowing how!”

The pious purist still preferred to wear his 14th century priest garments during meetings. Beside him was Raoul Mercer, a man built like a fortress. Once Lucien’s best friend, there wasn’t a day that now went by that Raoul wouldn’t sneer wickedly at him, his jaws clenching so tightly in eternal distrust. Next to Raoul was Lady Isolde Lennox, an English noblewoman with fine alabaster skin and eyes older than the earth. “Lucien Draeger”, Dorian intoned. “You’re late.” “I’m not”, he replied coolly. “I am precisely on time. You are simply impatient.”

I have no obligation to report my love life to that little girl. Lucien looked away, feeling confused and irritated by how strangely sensitive his emotions had become ever since what happened at the hotel that afternoon. He turned his tall body around, intending to leave and return to his study. Click. The sound of the door hinge turning suddenly broke the silence of the hallway. Lucien flinched, instinctively turning back to find the bedroom door now half-open. Isolde stood there. Her long black hair, still damp, had been neatly combed, and her loose white T-shirt draped over her curvy figure.

Lillian asked, completely confused, “No. Sarah is Lucien’s mate.” “Wrong,” Lucy said, walking to the table and pouring herself a glass of wine. She was too shocked to see Nyssa, she had dropped her glass by mistake. Her hand trembled slightly, “Sarah never was. That girl in the red gown- that’s Lucien's chosen mate by the goddess”. “Huh?” Lucy turned to Lillian with furrowed brows as she said, “She’s supposed to be dead.” “I wonder…” The last sentence, she whispered it to herself alone.

Her red hair is twisted in braids, different colored crystals hanging from them in a decorative way. “Lilian, give her our equipment to carry. She is going to be our little helper today.” A bag flies toward me, heavy with glass and metal and before I can grab it, it floats midair. I blink. Then a voice comes from behind her. “The little human is my helper today, Hilda. I suggest you find yours.” Lucien steps forward, a grin on his face with that gorgeous hair of his glowing in the light…….seriously, how does he live with the kind of attention his hair brings?

Early in the night, Odette was happily eating grilled meat, but in the middle of the night, someone suddenly barged into her house and tried to kill her. Odette recalled Lucia Adhelard in her mind. Lucia was around eighteen or nineteen years old while the one who ordered the assassin was the Second daughter of the Adhelard family. It meant Lucia’s sister, who was still a really young girl. Maybe around seventeen or sixteen or fifteen? It was so young. How could she have the courage to hire an assassin? Odette still couldn’t believe it. From Rion’s story, Lucas was the pride of his family. The man was also very much loved by his other siblings.