Lucien Book Novels & Stories

Marco stood alone for a moment, staring after them, then turned and walked back toward the house. For a second Lucien didn't move, he stood there with a tight jaw as his eyes tracked the man until they disappeared. Then without a word, he turned towards the door. "Wait." He stopped, but didn't turn. "Can I get my book back? It's still in the other room… he first one I was locked in." I swallowed, suddenly feeling foolish. "The Jane Eyre. I was wondering if I could... have it back." He turned his head just enough for me to see the hard line of his jaw. Cruel as this man may be, God! He was fucking handsome. His green eyes met mine briefly before he walked out.

I turned around and almost lost my balance. A pair of strong arms immediately grabbed me. That’s when I looked straight into Lucien’s deep black eyes. “You scared me to death, Lucien,” I said under my breath. His presence was intense and suffocating, I might add. “I wonder if you know that curiosity killed the cat,” he said with a smirk at the corner of his mouth. “Excuse me?” I asked. “Maybe you need a guide to explain what you’re reading in that book?” he continued, deliberately ignoring my confusion.

“Whatever that scent is, get rid of it.” Lucien stopped swinging the pen around in his hand, instead staring at Xavier with his mouth wide open. “Wh—what do you…” He trailed off. Xavier turned around and ignored him, facing the book before him like it was suddenly the most important thing in the world. The confusion coursing through Lucien morphed into something more violent and vile. Anger. The pen in his hand almost bent sideways due to how hard he held it. For a second, he imagined it to be Xavier’s neck, or his hair… or those lips that he badly wanted to feel against his—

The sight of new releases from my favorite authors made my heart race. One, two, five, eight books piled in my arms until they reached my jaw and I couldn't hold another without dropping them. "'I'm fucking you because I can't stand not fucking you another second. Haven't you figured it out yet? I'm yours.'" My eyebrows shot up as I turned to find Lucien holding an open book, reading aloud. "These are the kind of books you read?" He grabbed another and flipped the pages. "'She loved the darkness in his eyes, the pleasure he gave her, the way he stopped to watch when she whimpered and wriggled.' Fascinating."

He hoped Wendy wouldn't be mad at how messy the study was. Lucian pulled out his seat and dropped the book on the desk with a thud. It gave off dust and Lucian cleaned it again. He opened the book and read the first page. 'Do Not Be Deceived By The Title.' Lucian wanted to laugh out loud at how crass and cliched this was. He could bet that this was a children's book. He was sure it was.

That's if I was after looks. I was a book freak when I had a life but I'm one who believed in reality more than what is portrayed in books. Lucien is a devil and I wondered if he had a heart. At least Mr Grey in the trilogy had families he is so free with. Lucien practically isn't that kind of guy who seemed to be impressed by families. “Go on..” his voice trailed before me and I coughed, slightly choking. “I don't have all day.” 3. That the Dormant will inflict pleasurable..

But she had read the same paragraph three times without understanding it. Her mind kept drifting. Back to the driveway. The way Lucien had looked at her. Not angry. Not annoyed. Just… distant. She flipped another page. Footsteps echoed softly from the hallway. Lucien walked through the room. He had changed into a dark sweater and rolled-up sleeves. He paused when he noticed her. “You’re still up.” “Yes.” He glanced at the book. “Good?” “I think so.” “You’re not sure?” “I haven’t decided yet.” Lucien nodded.

"Want me to fuck you the way Dorian fucks Jean? Hard and deep, until you're screaming my name?" I screamed loudly, the book flying out of my hands as I scrambled back against the headboard frantically. My heart slammed wildly in my chest. Lucien was leaning casually against the doorframe, looking clean and hot in a dark shirt that hugged his lean body perfectly. His lips curved into that wicked, sinful grin, his eyes gleaming predatorily. "You," I gasped breathlessly, clutching the sheet tightly to my chest like it could protect me. "How long have you been standing there?"

Without it, his scent was blooming again, a soft, honeyed jasmine that sought out the cedar in the room like a vine seeking a trellis. Across from him, Lucian sat in a low armchair, a glass of amber liquid forgotten in his hand. He wasn't looking at the fire. He was looking at a small, weathered leather book—not a ledger of Academy politics or a tactical manual, but something private. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing the corded muscle of his forearms, but his posture was devoid of its usual predatory tension. He looked, for the first time, like a man who was simply tired of carrying the world on his shoulders. "You’ve been staring at that page for twenty minutes," Thalynn said softly, h

My eyes widened as I took in the images unfolding on the walls. * The very first ritual. * Kaelith in chains, covered in blood. * Rose standing helplessly inside a magic circle. * And the man in the black robe—Lucien—holding an ancient book. "That's..." I whispered, my voice trembling. Simon frantically flipped open his own ancient text. "Oh, crap..." His eyes nearly popped out of his head. "The book... it’s identical!" Lucien laughed softly at our panic. "Of course it is. The book you’re holding is just a cheap copy left behind by my idiotic descendants."