روايات وقصص ضمن Lucie Herondale

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?

As people began to mingle, I made my way towards Nimue. “Ugly Tabby Cat in Pink.” I clicked my tongue, sizing her up from top to bottom. She shot me a ‘back off glare’, “No one asked for your opinion.” I was going to say something hurtful to her when Lucille, dressed in a revealing red gown that brought out every contour of her curves, appeared beside me. Her arm linked through mine, and her perfume filled the air. “Ready to mingle, darling?” she purred. Oh, no! Not the fake girlfriend, please!

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.

Squeaky groans and squeaks so much that Luc feared it will fall from the ceiling and slice her in her sleep but Squeaky did not get her, the Atlantic ocean beat Squeaky to it. There was a time that Lucinda was not Luc but Lucie. That was before she got admitted into the University, before she started wearing crop tops, mini skirts, lots of jewellery and nude makeup. It was before she started buying and hiding bottles of expensive alcoholic drinks in her wardrobe, before she started ignoring me and treated me like there was not a mere one year gap between our ages. It was before she met her soulmate, Joseph.

While Lucien was having his dinner, the young man felt that someone stopped in front of his table. He slowly raised his head to see who the person was. A young lady, who he thinks is still in her twenties, was looking at him straight in the eyes. “Yes, how may I help you, young lady?” He politely questioned while placing his spoon down. “Monsieur, may I know if you are Lucien Heroux, the fiance of the famous model, Mademoiselle Oceane Delisle?” The woman directly asked him.

she said and went off . Lucien pushed open the door and found her sleeping . He went closer and dropped the stuffs on the bedside table . He took a closer look at her and observed her features . Tall and slender in height ,with pointed nose and full and curved pink lips . With beautiful curves She is beautiful. She sneezed and that brought Lucien to his environment back . She fluttered her eyelids open to reveal her hazel eyes . She stared around and when her eyes fell on the blue eyes looking at her ,she muttered

His silhouette was etched into her bones, and yet his face remained hidden behind a fog she couldn’t lift. She remembered the way his voice wrapped around her name like a lullaby—Selene, he’d call her. Never Selena. Just Selene. Like she was someone worth guarding. And then something shifted. Her ghost self trembled, flickered—and in a matter of a blink, she already found herself being her younger self. No longer floating. No longer just watching buy now there beside him. That same man. She turned to him—not out of will, but memory—and her mouth moved on its own.