Lucie Herondale Novels & Stories

Without hesitation, he accepted the greeting and gave a small nod, his expression gentler than before. The tension in the room eased. At that moment, Lucien noticed the young woman sitting opposite him. He looked at her with confusion. The woman smiled and stood up, walking toward him confidently. She extended her hand. “I’m Laura. Lyra’s younger sister,” she said brightly. “We haven’t met much after your marriage. I was always busy. But how come you don’t know me?” Lucien was about to shake her hand, but Lyra suddenly stepped in and slapped Laura’s hand away.

Lucr hungrily devoured her food which was like a mountain and even dished more. "WOW she eats like two grown wolves.'Rex said making me laugh as Everyone turned to look in my direction."What's so funny Cas?dad asked releasing his aura making me bare my neck in submission. "stopp_d_a_d."I manage to mind link him but it seems Alec was angry at me for God knows what."what's wrong mom? you seem pressured."our heads snap towards Luci who was shoving crayfish into her mouth. Dad reliazed that his aura was affecting Jane in the process of making me submit but it was not affecting Lucy which kept us wondering why?

However, in North Hill everybody seemed to be getting along and when I believed I wouldn’t find Lucien’s mansion, I was easily directed to it, by some kind persons. On arrival at the mansion, I noticed that the building was quite enormous but not compared to Harry’s mansion. I noticed the outrageous number of soldiers stationed at each side of the house and when I was eventually allowed to step in, I was graced with Lucien’s presence. “You are the psycho woman my daughter told me about, when I fled from East coast.” He said, pointing towards me. “I am not psycho, I am your daughter. Selene Marcellus is my name.” I admitted, but got a very dangerous look from Lucien.

"What? What on earth for?" "I don't know. That carriage. It has been with us for quite a few streets." "Lucien, we're in a popular part of London. No doubt someone is shopping and ordering their carriage to keep close." "Hmm," was all he said before he turned his attention back to Horatia and her footman. One of her spare gloves fell out of her cloak and onto the ground, going unnoticed by both her and her servant. Lucien debated briefly whether or not he should interfere and alert her to the fact that he and Charles had been following her. When she continued to walk ahead, leaving her glove behind, he made his decision.

She let go of my hand and now, she played with my hair. "You are so beautiful, Yula. I know that you are aware about that. You are lucky with Simoun. He is rich. A teacher! His family owns a big grocery store! And if he would ever ask your hand for marriage, do not hesitate to say yes! Your future is secured!" Lucille smiled at me. Lucille was a petite woman with bronzed skin. Her shoulder length hair perfectly highlighted her features. Nessa looked like her because they are cousins. Their facial features are not far from each other. The only difference was Nessa is taller than Lucille.

she beam and free her hand from Lucien who intentionally let go of her She still have her eyes close as she spread her hands in the air, feeling the thrilling esctacy. It is kind of windy today and Alexis loves it, she loves the feelings it gives on her skin Though there are many flowers with different sweet scent but the only scent that Lucien can perceive is that of his little mate and it is driving him crazy He just stood watching her enjoying the cool breeze, taking in all her beauty. She is just fifteen but have a very beautiful and wonderful shape... she is just too perfect

They stood there, neither daring to move, as the sunlight dimmed into gold. Hours later, Lucien would return to the palace with his heart both heavy and light—light, because he had found her again, the girl who’d unknowingly held his soul for years; heavy, because he knew the truth of his curse. He could not love her without risking the world. And yet… he already did.

Movement. Energy. There was something in the way she carried herself— Soft, but self-contained. Bright, but guarded. Ordinary, yet not quite forgettable. His brow lowered—barely—at the odd sensation of recognizing nothing about her and yet feeling… stopped. Interrupted. Lucien’s thumb tapped the edge of the screen once. An unconscious gesture. He should have scrolled on. He didn’t. ---

In the early morning, Lucien was already dressed in a black tailored suit ready to leave his mansion. He checked the time on his Patek Philippe watch gleaming on his wrist. Gifted to him by his grandmother. His mood was heavy as he remembered those days when his grandmother was strong and capable of commanding power in the company, but now she was bedridden. The doctor’s voice from last night’s call suddenly echoed in his mind, filling him with hope: “She’s showing a surprising response. You should come.”

Lucien turned another page. "Her education?" "We found records of her medical training and some of the institutions she was associated with." "Family?" "Very little." Lucien's fingers paused. "Very little?" "Yes. We found names listed as her parents, but there isn't much information beyond that." He continued reading. Then his eyes stopped. "She's from Westbrooke?" Hayden looked at him and nodded. "She's from the same hometown as Madam." Lucien's eyes immediately sharpened. For a moment, he said nothing.