Lucien Grey Novels & Stories

Lucius is going to get hurt by the fact that he isn't as strong as Stephen is. My face turned pale as I stared at those who were seated close to the ring, and my eyes landed on that of Alpha Aiden, who has a smirk on his face. He stared at me with a smile, which I found creepy. His eyes pierced through mine, and he looked at me like he could read through me. I could feel goosebumps form on my body. He pointed his hand at Lucius and made a gesture with his hands, which he made like he wanted to cut his head off.

The room went deathly silent. Lucien, who had been “playing” with a toy car, froze. For a split second, his steel-gray eyes locked onto mine sharp, assessing, and completely lucid. Not the childish gaze. The real one. The wolf. Then the mask snapped back into place so fast it made my head spin. “Pretty Mummy is smart!” he chirped, voice high and sweet, but his fingers brushed mine under the table with deliberate pressure warm, steady, approving. “Lucien likes to be smart.”

Lucia felt a pang of embarrassment. "I just… being ‘Mrs. Grayson’ feels like too much. Everyone knows you’ve never had a wife—suddenly announcing you’re married will raise so many questions." "That’s my problem, not yours—don’t worry about it. But if you have ideas for how to get back at Lucas and his mistress, it’s up to you. Just remember this, Lucia: the best way to get revenge on my worthless nephew is to stand by me as my wife. Lucas is only after my company and everything I own. I have the money, power, and influence to turn his life upside down and teach him a lesson he’ll never forget."

I push her playfully toward Fallon and mutter, “You need to get a handle on my sister, Fallon.” Fallon wraps his arm around her shoulder and grins, “I try, but she’s quite a handful.” Lana lightly punches his tight stomach while giving me a feigned glare, “Fallon knows better than to say anything, sis.” Lucifer stops beside us and waves his mobile. “I texted Michael and asked him if he would join us. Fate’s can be cruel creatures when crossed.” Bree’s brow furrows. “Why is that? Aren’t they like Oracles or seers?”

Caleb stood there for a moment watching the car leave before letting out a quiet sigh and walking away. --- When Lucien got home, the butler came out immediately and helped him out of the car. The driver had already informed him about Lucien’s condition. “I’m not drunk, would you stop helping me like I’m some child,” Lucien complained as he was being supported. The butler didn’t respond. “Where’s that woman?” Lucien continued. “Mrs Grey is in one of the guest rooms upstairs,” the butler replied. “Take me to her room,” Lucien said.

Rivulets of sweat trickled down her forehead as she fearfully shifted between thick bedsheets. Her grey face was marred with terror. Will Still and Moreno were brothers and great friends. Both were mafias and allies of my producer. "Somebody send you to get rid of her? Mmmh… who is he?" A throaty voice escaped from his lips as he folded his hands behind his back.

She had been dumped at my foot in the palace, had no friends or family to go back to, and was most probably taught her entire life that lycans are vicious. “Hmm, well then try to be her friend” I offered and Grace gave a sad smile. “Yes, your majesty.” I looked away from her and began reading through the file. Grace waited for a second or two before realizing that I was done with her. She walked out of the room, closing the door and letting me read peacefully. The file had a lot of information on the Vampire lord with his recent photos doing various things, one was him at a party holding a glass of whisky, another was in a meeting with his clan, and many more.

The second I clear the border, I put my nose flat to the ground and try to track his scent. I knew his scent. I could never, ever forget it. Lucian’s scent always stood in stark contrast to his rough exterior, a warm, rosy fragrance that had always made my heart flutter. It was a scent he carried from the literal day he was born, back when I held him in my arms for the first time while he just lay there, silent and observant.

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.”

“I was under the impression you didn’t have a mate as yet.” I keep my face passive. “It’s complicated. Which is why I asked for an audience.” “Then please explain.” Lucini says with a grin that if I didn’t know better would be completely disarming. “We have all night.” Of course he fucking does. Vampires don’t sleep. But even now, I’m acutely aware of where my mate is, that she’s with Cain, in his bed, in his arms and more than anything, I want to storm out of this room and go join them.