Lucien Lachance Novels & Stories

I was sitting in the waiting room and praying to God. I really hope I get this job. Joseph Lachlan needed a personal assistant. As soon as I read this advertisement in the newspaper I knew that it was my only chance. The pay will obviously be good considering the fact “The Lachlan Enterprises” was the most successful business empire in the world. At the age of 75, He didn’t work much. His grandsons did everything but never took any credit. Thankfully my best friend was married to one of his grandsons due to which I got this interview.

The remaining Councillors voted Lucien as the next High Lord after Stefano’s father retired. “What are you doing here, Lucien?” Stefano asked, heading to the bar in the corner of the living room to pour himself a glass of wine. “I see that you keep the place intact,” Lucien said, continued to look around the portraits on the walls of the living room. His strong French accent indicated he had been spending time in France. Lucien was never the type who stayed in one place permanently. After the wars stopped, he began to travel around, adapting more cultures and languages.

Eli said. “I love it here,” Lucien said, in the present tense. “But you left.” “Saint Aurelius was my father’s plan,” Lucien said. “And then it became mine for different reasons.” He looked at the street. “And then someone showed up with a lemon tart and it became something else entirely.” Eli looked at him. “A lemon tart,” Eli said. “A very good lemon tart,” Lucien said. “I knew it,” Eli said. “I knew that tart did something.”

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

The man nodded and left in a hurry. Lucien glanced at Oceane- who felt a little uncomfortable at the set up. He then glanced at the two couples- who were just minding their own business, “Oh right! I still haven’t introduced you to each other.” Lucien interrupted the two. “Baby, this is Alexander, my cousin and this woman beside me is Mademoiselle Xu, she is dating Alexander. And Alexander, Ms. Xu, this is Oceane- my fiance.” Lucien introduces and Jingfei instantly bowed her head, “I know you already but it is a pleasure to know you personally.” She uttered to Oceane.

Elizabeth’s mouth dropped open at the sight, he was magnificent “Hi, my name is Lucien and I am so sorry.” “It’s alright, you apologized and that is what matters" “It is really nice to meet you Miss…” “Elizabeth” “Miss Elizabeth, I am Lucien like I said earlier. Lucien Rodrigues.” He said, extending his palm for a hand shake. Lucien Rodrigues, most definitely related to Jason whom she had just finished speaking with. Damn!

The twelve weeks she had been given would be ending soon and she hasn't even raised half of the money. How was going to handle him this around, it would be hard to convince that man to give her a few more days. Champagne felt her head ache immediately when she thought of that man coming after her, she shuddered in fear and her muscles became tense. "Champagne.. " the familiar voice cut through her thoughts and her eyes flew open, champagne knew that voice. She turned to look behind her and caught sight of her little sister Lilly. Her nostrils flared and her brows knitted.

He had been commissioned by Alaric to design the New Sterling Wing for the post-merger empire. But more importantly, Lucian Dupond had spent three years as the head patron of the real Jean-Pierre’s bistro in Lyon. "Ah, and here is the man of the hour!" Alaric announced, leaning heavily on his cane, looking like he’d aged a decade since the soufflé incident. "Our culinary genius, Jean-Pierre." Lucian turned, his eyes narrowing behind round, designer frames. He looked at me, then looked again. He didn't see a chef; he saw a puzzle that didn't fit.

He simply watched Xavier’s performance in silence. Half an hour later, Xavier finally paused, feeling parched. He reached for his tea and took a long sip before continuing. “Oh, and guess what? Lucien couldn’t sit still. He actually called me himself, putting aside his pride. The mighty CEO of Lucas Corporation, begging for a meeting.

Her face tightened in anger and she all but rounded on Claude but Lucien draped an arm over his Woman’s waist and pulled her resisting frame onto his lap as he growled. “Are you suggesting your Mumma and I should go in for another child, then boy?” Proserpina struggled, while Tara dimpled blithely, Camille who had come in with the breakfast, chuckled and shrugged when Lucien fixed her with a look. Rudy had dissolved into chuckles and Louis looked uncomfortable. “I already have a stable of young men and women, boy. “ drawled Lucien as he squeezed Proserpina’s ars*. She had risen to her feet, her magnificent breasts heaving in anger and embarrassment just as Danille and Grace walked in.