Lucien Castle Novels & Stories

Cassian had dragged him out by the collar of his shirt, packed his bags without asking, and forced him onto the private flight to the alpine estate. “You’re not dying in this house, Lucien,”Cassian had told him. At seventeen, Cassian had been the only force strong enough to pierce the static in Lucien’s head, the only decent thing left in a world that had suddenly turned completely mechanical. The morning after the drunk night at the chalet had been blindingly bright. Lucien remembered sitting at the edge of the marble island, his fingers tracing the cold grain of the stone while his head throbbed.

Not the way he wanted them to. Jason wasn’t rattled. He never was. Truth was, Caspian could throw all the shadows he wanted, but at the end of the day, he was still a man trying to play king. Although it was hard to believe or grasp: The Montgomery family, with all their might were nothing compared to Lucan Vale, in terms of influence a power. What Caspian didn’t know and couldn’t know, was that Lucan Vale, the name whispered in power circles like a myth, was standing right in front of him. And Lucan Vale made Caspian Montgomery look like a child pretending at empire.

"Looking for me?" Lucien's voice cut through the air like ice. He stared at her, his gaze seemingly calm but laced with something darker beneath the surface. "Did Harley say something to you?" Cynthia forced herself not to retreat, knowing running wouldn't solve anything. "He's your son. What do you think he might say?" Lucien's tone was laced with thorns. Cynthia opened her mouth, trying to respond, but Lucien had already lost interest. "I'm tired," he muttered, then brushed past her into the bedroom. He stripped off his clothes and collapsed onto the bed, shutting his eyes as if she no longer existed.

Standing at the entrance of the castle, bathed in the soft glow of lantern light, was Lucien’s brother—Sebastian. I could feel the tension between the two brothers, thick and palpable. They were the same, yet so different. Lucien had always been the dark, brooding alpha—the one who ruled with iron and fear. Sebastian, on the other hand, was more charming, a smile that could melt the hearts of the most hardened warriors. But it was a smile that masked the true nature of the man beneath. Lucien’s expression darkened as he dismounted, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What do you want, Sebastian?"

A message from Ryan. Ryan: “Boss, I dug up some info. You might want to sit for this.” Me: “What did you find?” Ryan: “She’s not just Lucy Castle. Her full name is Lucy Castleworth... heir to the Castleworth Group. The same company your father’s firm has been trying to partner with for months.” My grip on the phone tightened. Castleworth Group? That name hit like a thunderbolt. No way. That meant Lucy wasn’t just some rising designer.

He looked up when I came in. "Sit," he said. I sat down in the chair across from him. "You did good work last night," Noah said. "Gamma Liam talked. He told us everything." Noah pushed a glass of wine toward me. I shook my head. "The shipment the guards talked about was weapons," Noah said. "Lucien is giving weapons to our enemies. He wants to build an army against us." He looked at me closely. "You were right. Lucien is up to something.”

It looked positively sinful and delicious. “Oh you know him then?” Lancelot asked sharply. “Seen him in the newspaper. He is a big businessman, the one who has the maximum share in oil,” said Nathan as he cut off a huge slice of that Dundee cake in the middle of the table. “My father would regard it as a huge honour if you would dine with him at Bradburt Manor this evening,” continued Lancelot with a smile on his face all the time as he continued his conversational struggle going on with Nathan and Susan felt no inclination at all to help him out. After all he himself had landed himself in this soup and he needed to get out of it himself.

—Yes, wonderfully, Santiago is a great man. -Santiago? - Luciana asked in a whisper, when Irina was going to answer the two men arrived. —I think we can go now, Santi has arrived. — Said Saúl who at that moment looked from him to Luciana — Lu, meet my best friend Santiago O'Brien. — And then he turned to his friend — and I present to you Luciana Brown, Irina's best friend. — They both looked at each other surprised, Santiago couldn't help but look at her from top to bottom with her gaze.

He turned to his friend Liam and frowned, thinking that the friend was not handsome for Lucille to praise. "He's not handsome," Judiel said so Lucille turned to that with a smile on her lips. She could see that Judiel was jealous, she just praised Liam but Judiel frowned. "He's handsome, if I'm not your girlfriend maybe I'll like him—" Lucille stopped talking when Judiel looked at her badly, she zipped her mouth as well. She wanted to laugh at Judiel's angry face. "I will kill Liam when we come back," Judiel said. Lucille almost lost her breath laughing because of Judiel.