Lucien Lachance Novels & Stories

"I don't know how to command a god, Lucien." "It’s not a god," Lucien snapped, his eyes flashing with a sudden, icy ferocity. "It’s a failed corporation’s spreadsheet that grew too large to manage. I built the math. You have the access. Between the two of us, we’re going to burn this spreadsheet to the ground."

Luigi had come there to get some takeout, we'd nodded at each other, and I'd spent hours explaning to Lan why Mariano's chaffeur could afford a Harley. He was also his bodyguard, I'd told him. And he was, for the majority of the day, yes. Mariano's mansion was guarded by brothers Semerin and Semerino and their huge team. I hadn't bonded with them yet, not like I had bonded with Luca, Antonio, or Carter. I made a mental note for that. I didn't like lying to Lan about the man I was seeing, but I finally understood the thrill of a forbidden romance. "Ice cream?" Lan asked as we settled down on his motorbike.

they never get happy endings. ** ** ** ** "Mr. Laurent is currently in a meeting right now," Henry's assistant informed Lance, politely. "Would you like to wait or shall I scheduled another appointment with..." Lance glared at the assistant. Since when did he need to schedule an appointment with his own father. "I don't have time to wait." Lance growled. "Take me to him." "I'm sorry Mr. Laurent, but I cannot do that. Mr. Laurent has made it very clear that his time is limited, I cannot allow you to..." Before the assistant could complete his words, the door to Henry's office opened and Claude walked out, the said man walking beside him.

“After more than 14 years as vice president of Chrome Machine, Luciano Delclaux has decided to retire from the company…” “Grand and emotional farewell to engineer Luciano Delclaux…” “In his farewell speech, Luciano Delclaux mentioned Christopher Tanner, who was not only his best friend but also the person who gave him the opportunity to grow as a person and professional. 'Christopher, rest in peace, was the only person who gave me the chance to prove my abilities. I was just a mechanic when I started working at Chrome Machine. Everything I am today, I owe to my best friend,' Delclaux said.”

My eyes widened a little as I was pulled back against another body. “And you are…” Lucien. “Ah, Mr. Alden. It is nice meeting you. I am Charles Carlton. Pardon my manners.” Lucien only nodded in reply as he watched the man before us. “Let’s leave here,” Lucien whispered in my ear. “Thank you so much for your company.” “No need to thank me. Let me invite you to dinner when you are less busy?” he said, bringing out his card and handing it over to me. Lucien was fast enough to collect it from him.

Today is such a beautiful day in Salem, I can already tell by the early dawn sun shining through my window. What does today have in store for me? Work! I work at The Jonathan Corwin House which is known locally as The Witch House. It's famous as the original owner of the same namesake was one of the judges who presided over the notorious trials and it's now a museum and I'm lucky enough to run it. What's even better is, I live opposite so it's simply a short walk to work every day.

“Our alliance is still fractured. My wolf is not receptive to your touch tonight.” “There is no fracture in this room, Chika. Only an undisciplined pup who needs to remember who holds the territory,” Lucien murmured hoarsely. He stripped the remnants of my trousers away, his heavy hands gripping my inner thighs and forcing them wide as his voice dropped into a dark, gravelly register. “How dare you refuse my rations and run with low-district scum because of a nameless kitchen servant.”

"Miss Nerissa. Your grandfather is waiting for you in the solarium. He has a guest." ​"Thank you, Henri," I replied, my voice steady and clear. ​The solarium was bathed in bright, crisp sunlight. My grandfather, Edouard Vane, sat at the head of a wrought-iron glass table, sipping espresso. Across from him sat a man I had not seen in years, though his reputation in the financial world preceded him. ​Lucien. ​He was a high-ranking tycoon and one of my grandfather’s most trusted proteges. Lucien possessed a sharp, aristocratic profile, striking silver-gray eyes, and an aura of authority. He was dressed in a bespoke charcoal suit that screamed old money and ruthless ambition.

And now… He turned to Zayn slowly, realization dawning. “You mean…” Lucien’s voice cracked. “You weren’t… with her?” Zayn looked at him with disbelief, then laughed softly. “ She’s a decorator.” Lucia smiled politely. “Only business, Mr. Lucien. Your husband wanted everything perfect.” Lucien’s throat tightened. Relief washed over him, mixed with shame at his doubt. He reached for Zayn’s hand, gripping it tightly. “I’m sorry for ever doubting you,” he whispered.

Lucien was now in his study, flipping through the pages of a file with a glass of whiskey resting calmly at his side. "Well" Lucien said without taking his eyes from the file. "Boss, a VIP is arriving in two days. He booked one of our hotels" Jace said. Lucien arched a brow. "VIP?" "Yes. The management reported this" "Name?" Lucien's voice was curt. Jace passed him the tablet in his hand. "Dr Connor. The famous cardiologist" Lucien paused. Then lifted his gaze slowly. "The one who never stays anywhere twice?"