Lucie Herondale Novels & Stories

“I asked to stay that morning and my father said yes and I was there. I was sitting beside her.” The room was completely still. “I held her hand,” Lucien said. “At the end. I don’t know if she knew I was there, she wasn’t fully conscious, but she turned toward my voice once and I held her hand and I didn’t say anything because there was nothing I could think of that was adequate and I was twelve years old and I didn’t know how to say goodbye to someone I wasn’t ready to lose.” He stopped. He looked at his hands on his knees, the silver bracelets catching the lamp light, and felt the thing he had been carrying for eight years sit in the room with him for the first time without being buried.

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.

"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

Lucinda is an orphan living in an orphanage. She became the Douglas family's servant the day she turned eighteen. Her friend tricked her, making her accidentally discover a terrible secret of the Douglas family. Since then, she got into trouble, which caused her almost to die several times. Everyone thinks Lucinda is just an ordinary person, but it seems she has a hidden identity that even she has forgotten. Can Lucinda regain her memories and identity? Will she escape the Douglas family to live a free life or be imprisoned forever?

I watched my bride-to-be looking around the venue with great curiosity but then something happened that piqued my interest. As soon as her eyes fell on Lucien and co, she shuddered as if scared of something. She looked away immediately towards me and I noticed the hands holding her flowers, started trembling. 'What was going on? Does she know him personally?' I pondered but then remembered the cliff she killed herself was Lucien's property. I stifffened, my blood turning cold. Do not tell me it was what I was thinking. I turned to look at Lucien who was also staring at her and licking his lower lips lustfully.

She looked at his torn clothes, his bloodied arms. “You lived,” she said. Lucien smirked. “Told you I would.” She said nothing else. Just reached out— And gripped his hand. Warm. Steady. Real. That night, Lucien stood on the battlements, watching the horizon. And whispered into the wind: “Come, Morvani. You’ll have to kill me to take her.”

Helen dazedly mumbles while turning to Lucien who is already hugging his wife. "He looks like him" she repeated and this time she pointed at Lucien. And as she confirms, the more Lexie cries. "What's happening? What's wrong, my doll?" frustrated by his wife's tears, Lucien anxiously asks. He never wants Lexie crying, she's been through rough times these past months. "My brave little Lucy is here, Lucien" Lexie tearfully raves while raising the box for Lucien to see. "See, he gave me another gift" she happily added while showing her husband the box like a child.

Carrying a Chanel's handbag from the recent winter collection, she walked briskly toward the crowd. She had dazzling gold hair cascading over her shoulder, but her face was wrapped with bandage and only revealed her eyes. As expected, she was Lucile, the person whom Rex met during the blind date. All he had in his mind at that time during the blind date was to escape, so he did not really take a close look at her. When he met her again today he found that she was indeed Connie's daughter, Hilda's half sister from a different father. She resembled Hilda in her demeanor and gait.