Novel & Cerita Lucien Castle

Despite not fully understanding what his parents were doing, he was so ecstatic while watching them. "It's been long overdue, but I want the world to know you are my wife, my queen to this castle" Lucien continues with a tearful smile. He doesn't want to waste time anymore. He almost died without telling Lexie they are still married, so he won't be continuing the same mistake.

"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."

Whatever she saw made her entire posture shift — spine longer, chin higher. "Ambassador Lockwood." Her voice went formal and warm at once. "I wasn't expecting you…" "Plans change." The voice was deep and vaguely familiar. Lucien turned, the figure before him was a carbon copy of Xavier. His heart skipped a beat. Mrs. Aldric turned back to Lucien. "Would you mind stepping outside for a few minutes?" Lucien nodded and stepped out. The corridor was empty. He stood beside the door, paper burning a hole in his pocket, and tried to breathe steadily. Through the door, the Ambassador's voice carried low and even.

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.

Lucian had appointed a young man named Josiah to handle the back-and-forth trips between the former Lycan kingdom and the castle to collect essential goods, including fruits, vegetables, and other supplies. Lucian became suspicious of Josiah's prolonged stay in the south tower, where he would store the shipments. Curiosity compelled Lucian to follow Josiah one morning and discover the reason behind his lingering. To his surprise, he found Josiah gazing intently out of a window that offered a breathtaking view of the small lake behind the castle. Lucian noticed that Josiah's eyes were fixated on something intensely, his breathing heavy as he licked his lips and began to unbuckle his belt.

Back there in the vampire kingdom it was the time to set everything in place as planned by Lucien and Curtis. As the moon cast an eerie glow over the ancient castle, Lucien, the young and charismatic vampire, stood before the vampire lord Khal, the imposing Vampire supreme, in his dark throne room. Lucien's piercing red eyes were filled with determination as he tried to persuade Khal to take action against Pierce, his supposed ally. Lucien: "My Lord Khal, I come to you with urgent news. Pierce, your trusted ally, has been acting against your wishes. He has been making secret deals with other supernatural beings and has been plotting to undermine your authority."

Hasgard stared sharply, his blood boiling at the sight of a half-human inside the palace, dirty blood that had wiped out many wolves eight years ago. Lucien folded his arms across his chest and lifted his chin, displaying authority and threat. “No one must know about this. She is my little toy.” “I will throw her away once I’m bored,” Lucien declared, shocking Hasgard. “But Your Majesty, dirty blood flows in her veins, the descendant of a demon who...” Hasgard was about to mention the incident from eight years ago, but before he could continue... Lucien turned to him, staring with sharp ocean-blue eyes. Without even touching him, Hasgard’s body suddenly slammed onto the grand palace floor.

I smile and follow Kane to the elevator. Neither one of us speaks in the elevator, the door opens to the floor, and my stomach knots when I see Lucien perched on my desk, waiting. He’s never waited in my office before. He doesn’t look at Kane when we enter; his eyes are fixed on me, face unreadable. “Sit down,’ he says, voice flat. I sit, thankful because my legs weren’t going to hold out much longer under his cold stare. “I want to be very clear about something.” His voice is low and even. “That wasn’t Castello in my building, right?” Right, nothing goes unnoticed with him.