Novel & Cerita Lucien Castle

The sight froze him. Castelle was inside — frail, bruised, but glowing with a softness he hadn’t seen in months. She sat on the chair by Lucien’s bed, her hand resting over his. Lucien, pale but alive, smiled faintly as if her presence had been the only medicine he needed. “…And then I opened the little baking shop,” Castelle was saying. “During the day, I drowned myself in work. At night… I cried, I missed him, even when I tried not to.”

I dragged my box, and grabbed my son's finger. This is just the beginning of their agony, I'm going to get rid of Madison at all costs. Furthermore, I walked out of the castle's gate, staring at the big castle. Is this how much Lucien loves Madison? He's ready to kick his first love out with his child? Okay! I know Marvin is not actually his child, but he has no idea, right? “I hope you never return to the castle again” I heard his voice from the corridor of a story building.

⸻ That night, when the halls emptied and whispers spread like wildfire, Zaria paced their chamber. “He appeared from nowhere,” she said, her voice low but sharp. “And no one dared stop him. Who is he, Lucien?” Lucien stood by the window, moonlight gilding his profile, his jaw tense. “A ghost the estate pretends doesn’t exist. Cassian. A rival too dangerous to banish, too clever to kill.” Zaria’s heart thudded. “And he’s watching us.” Lucien turned then, crossing to her in two strides. He cupped her face, his touch both tender and fierce. “Then let him watch. Let them all watch. You are not a tether, Zaria. You are fire.”

Getting out of the car was Lucian clad in all white outfit, with black sun shades covering his eyes. "He is so handsome, and at the same time, extremely rich. I want him." One of the women staring at Lucian spoke up. Roseline stared at him for a while, have a feeling of familiarity towards this guy. Like she had seen him before, that was weird. She turned around to leave, but overheard different praises about this man in white. "He is smart, handsome rich, intelligent, and owner of a real life company." "I wish I had parents who can give me a company I can run. I will live my life as a queen."

For the first time, Lucien didn't sound like a king discussing politics. He sounded like a man stating facts. Unpleasant facts. --- "Then why bring me here?" The question escaped her lips. Lucien answered without hesitation. "Because Castle Nocturne is the safest place in the world." Elara laughed. The sound surprised both of them. "Safe?" She gestured around the room. "This place is full of vampires." "Exactly." The confidence in his answer irritated her. Yet a small part of her understood. No army could invade Castle Nocturne.

"You’re going to get hit by it." I stare at him, my thoughts a mess. Minutes ago, he was laughing with me over sandwiches, winning at air hockey like nothing in the world was broken. Now I’m looking at a man who isn’t sure whether he’s planning a murder or calling it justice so cold it might as well be the same. Lucien wants an heir. Marcel wants blood. And somehow, I’m the only one standing in the middle of a battlefield that’s about to explode.

Not angry. Just calm. Too calm. Rain hits the tall glass windows behind Adrian’s desk. The city looks blurred tonight. Gray and silver and sharp edges. The office lights are low, casting shadows across Lucien’s face. He looks younger in this light. Softer. But Adrian knows better. Lucien Moreau has never been soft. Adrian leans back in his chair slowly. “You didn’t read it.” “I did,” Lucien replies. “You skimmed it.” Lucien lifts one shoulder. “I trust you.”

He was the one Clemont Hill. "Don't worry at all. You are safe with me," he said as he poured a glass of champagne for me. I was uncomfortable with my dress but he didn't care at all infact he enjoyed it and I had to relax. "Remind me of your name." "Am Charlotte Roisin," I replied as I tried to pull my dress down. I remembered their words, not to trigger his anger at all. I remained calm but avoided his stares. "You have heard of me, am sure," he paused and I affirmatively shook my head fear. "Am Clemont Hill, I own and run the city. You are lucky to be my wife and I don't condone nonsense at all."