روايات وقصص ضمن Lucie Herondale

She was afraid that greatly diminished her chances of success. It was Lucien’s stare that made her feel her shortcomings so completely. He saw a lot with those X-ray eyes. He always had. He’d immediately seen her foolishness when they’d first met at his parents’ estate in Nice. Elise had been a headstrong, wild thing, desperate for her preoccupied parents’ attention, for the staff’s, other houseguests’ . . . anyone’s. Lucien had been a coolly elusive twenty-one to her fourteen years that summer. From the beginning, he’d seen her ragged neediness, although she ha

Especially Lucien? "Now tell me your name, little one." With one thick swallow of hesitation and uncertainty, despite her mind telling her not to and her heart thumping loudly in her chest, said, "Soren." Giselle smiled, loving her name. My lord, she's cute. For a moment, Giselle was starting to see why Lucien saved her. Or maybe, what she thought was the reason why Lucien saved her. She was so small, fragile looking and cute. With a small face, thin pink lips, button nose as thick shaped brows. Her lashes were long and framed her eyes each time she blinked. Lucien was right, she looked so innocent, so why would she want to kill herself. So far, she hadn't perceived any scent of evil or wron

Hador clarified with a smile, “He’s single and without a wife. He harbors feelings for someone he can’t have.” “Who?” James inquired. Hador sighed, “Lucille’s mother, Celeste Babs. He fell victim to an unrequited love. After seeing Lucille, his heart must’ve been broken.” James looked at him in shock, asking, “Xachary’s daughter, Lucille…” Hador interjected, abruptly halting James. “She’s not Xachary’s daughter. Her father is Franciscus, and she inherited a Veleno Body.” James’ eyes widened in shock.

She had to have thrown it just in time, but at the cost of her own life. “Roman…” hearing Lucille’s voice, I turned only to find her looking at her hands as she began turning to dust; piece by piece, she disintegrated. With Hades dying, so was his magic, and Lucille’s second chance at life was a product of that. I didn’t feel an ounce of guilt as I turned my back to her; after all, she’d bought all of this upon herself. Placing an arm under Cleo’s legs and another under her head, I picked her up and carried her to the alter where our pup lay. I knew she would have wanted to say goodbye to Daphne, but I hoped she would take solace in knowing she had saved us all and that her sister would be a

And now here she is before him. Her hands are drenched in sweat and her heart is panting, her insides shivering. She's never been more nervous in her life than she is right now. Perhaps it's because she's never fallen this deeply in love with a guy before. Especially for one like Lucien. She takes a moment to calm her nerves and with her head raised high like a Goddess, walks towards Lucien with a rhythmic pace of her high heels. Lucien's face is flushed with surprise at the sight of the young lady walking toward him. He sure recognizes her. She is the granddaughter of Bruce Boden, the helmsman of the Bodens, and the only sister of Jordan, Nikki Boden.

My breathing was slow and for me, time had stopped. In my final moments, that dream that had never felt quite like a dream became lucid; I was dressed in an ancient long-sleeved gown and wolves charged at me. The only difference was that as they had made to attack me, the 6’4 stranger who was always my saviour appeared from nowhere and defeated them all. “Here, Eloise, let me help you up,” his familiar voice said, and when I looked up at him, I discovered it wasn’t a stranger. It was someone I knew maybe not too well, but very well. It was Lucien. Lucien O’Hara.

I could not pass. “Let's dance sister.” Lucille appeared from nowhere as she held my shoulder. She was dressed in a white long gown which screams luxury. It fitted her perfectly. Her necklace shined brightly, and her makeup was good. Eva did justice with her look. I put on a smile as we began swaying to the beat. Silence erodes my thoughts. “Have you seen how handsome my husband is?” She giggled, making me let out a sigh. If only she knew her husband was nothing but a Casanova.

"It's a life sentence. And I’ve always been very fond of long-term commitments." He pulled back just enough to look at her, a dark, predatory smile tugging at his lips. On the tablet, the villa’s roof finally gave way, a slow-motion collapse of timber and slate into the dark water below. The past was gone. The board was set. "Get dressed," Lucien commanded, standing up and smoothing his coat. "The car is downstairs. It’s time to show the world what happens when a Hale decides to collect on a debt. And Evelyn? Wear the black dress. The one that looks like a shroud for an entire family."

His cronies leered, one pinning her arm while the other blocked the exit, their heavy breaths mingling with the metallic tang of her fresh cut—a shallow slice on her palm from the scuffle, blood welling in crimson beads. Lucien filled the doorway like a storm incarnate, his pale skin taut over sharp cheekbones, tailored black coat swirling around lean muscles honed by centuries of predation. He'd tracked her scent through the gardens, that intoxicating mix of wild heather and steel resolve pulling him like a tether. Careful always—reverent, even. Stolen glances during training sessions, brushes of knuckles when handing her a blade, but never a kiss. Not yet. Her boundaries were sacred, her f

Together, we wandered through the aisles, exploring shops and admiring the array of clothing and accessories on display. As we passed by one of the biggest shops in the building, Killian steered us inside, a smile playing on his lips. A beautiful woman greeted us warmly as we entered, her eyes lighting up with recognition as she spotted Killian. "Alpha Killian, it's a pleasure to see you again," she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine warmth. "And who might this lovely lady be?" Killian turned to me, a proud smile gracing his features. "This is Lucienne, my new personal assistant," he introduced me, his tone filled with pride. “She needs a full wardrobe, so I thought we'd pay you a visi