روايات وقصص ضمن Lucie Herondale

So I have to be on time for the meeting. —Okay, go, I love you, take care of yourself. "I love you too, see you," Luciana said before hanging up and immediately leaving for the company. She had arrived a few minutes before the meeting, and when she was in the hallway that went to the meeting room she heard crying, which was He was surprised, he followed the sound and found a small girl, beautiful, with black hair and waves, her eyes were brown and she had a beautiful mole near her nose on the left side of her face that was under her secretary's desk.

Claim her. But he couldn't. So he walked. And that’s when he caught it. The scent. Faint. Sweet. Her. It was like someone struck a match inside his chest. Lucien turned sharply, following the trail like a predator locked onto its prey. Through the back corridors, down the eastern stairs, into the lower courtyard— There she was. Alone, again. Aria stood by the garden well, pouring water into a basin, her hair tied back, moonlight gleaming off her pale skin.

Lilith who was full of envy and resentment, obeyed no matter how much she dislikes it. The throne was promised to her long ago, even on the time Elspeth was already born, the crown was promised to her. Until Veronica was born, everything Hikaris have promised her was then dedicated to the woman with amethyst eyes: Veronica. “Is everybody ready?” Taylor asked as she points her rifle on the exact angle to distract the guards. “We are ready to engage, General.” Taylor’s team said in union.

The silent winds shoved the leafs side to the side. The front view was captivating, talk more of the inner houses. Roseline fed her eyes on the beautiful mansion, being accompanied by a maid. She was being led towards the pool silently. She does love the peaceful environment, and wished she could have something similar and simple after college. Just like an ordinary woman. A smile crept up her face. She silently approaches Lucian who bent down to pick his phone. "Lucian?" She called. Dumbstruck, Lucian lifts up his head to see her coming towards him with a smile on her face.

The necklace had pulled her into the mirror, bringing her to the riverbank and in front of Lucien. Lucien screamed, almost falling down the rock when Caidyn appeared in front of him. It wasn’t hard to identify her as a goddess because there were ancient markings on her arms and chest. Her eyes glowed brightly due to the presence of the teal necklace and her hair flowed in the wind. “Caidyn.” Lucien said in a low whisper and she heard him. At this, Caidyn knew what she had to do. She drowned Lucien in the water of loss that night, doing himself and her a favor.

Harvey wasn’t sure whether this Young Master Thompson was indeed Hector himself, or someone else… However, he wasn’t in a rush to know either. If Harvey didn’t know about it, then it would be perfectly fine. But now that he had he overheard everything, he had to make sure of this man’s identity. With that in mind, Harvey sorted out his expression and walked forward. “Excuse me. Are you Aunty Lowe?” “I’m here to pick you up.” Lucie sized up Harvey, her face filled with utter disdain. “What’s wrong with that Lilian? Why did she send a hillbilly to fetch me?”

David soon introduced her to his “extra workload!” Out of all of David’s employees she was the most enthusiastic about the work. She had taken to it like a duck to water. She had hardly seemed surprised when she was faced with the creature in the basement of the dead couple’s flat that they visited that first night. It was guarded; they always were before they reached full strength in this world. Alice had beaten David to the punch in killing it. The… things demise ruined her clothes but she had to admit that she had a really good time doing it.

Zoe rises from her perch, walks over to a bag strewn near the doorway and removes several large binders. Walking back to the sofa, she removes everything from the coffee table, opens the binder, and empties its contents across the table’s barren surface. Everyone slips forward in their seats and looks down at the pictures and files strewn across the table. She lifts an old black and white picture and holds it up for us to see. “In one of my previous lives, I worked at a fabric factory. On the same night that Lucifer murdered me, a fire started in the factory and killed five women. One of them was Lana.”