Lucien Lachance Novels & Stories

She turned around and shouted at Xachary, “You bastard! You’re a heartless monster!” Faced with Lucille’s furious scolding, Xachary simply closed his eyes and remained indifferent. Lucille shouted, “You’ve been despicable and shameless for most of your life, and look where that brought you? Now that your position as the Timaeus Sect’s Leader is in danger, you’re venting on other people? You’re disgusting!” Xachary’s lips twitch at her insults. He opened his eyes and said, “I’m your father…” Lucille interrupted him, barking, “I don’t have a father! It’s a disgrace to have a father like you!”

“She’s my wife, since she has made a big mistake, I’m willing to make amends on her behalf and so, I’ll drink in her stead.” He expected Mr Dumont to refuse. He had only said that so the people around them could see that he had tried to help Aurora. But Mr Dumont nodded and said, sarcastically. “You’re truly a good husband, drink up.” Lucien swallowed and looked around. He should have just ignored what the people had been saying. Now, it was too late to back out of this. With resignation, he started to drink. He drank glass after glass. He had never been good with alcohol, coupled with that fact that he was still recovering from the cold he caught last night, he still tried to push on.

I followed it, half-walking, half-running, despite the pain. It didn’t take long before I reached the end of the path. It led to a lagoon. The waterfall roared as steam rose from the milky-blue water, with mountains looming in the background. It felt almost supernatural. But even though the lagoon was breathtaking, my eyes were drawn to the man beneath the falls. He stood under the cascade, letting the water pour over him. The water only reached his waist, leaving his beautiful back fully exposed. His muscles flexed as he ran his fingers through his hair. I couldn’t help but part my lips, drinking in the sight of him until he noticed me.

Men like Lance come here not only for perfection in their attire but for the assurance that what happens here will never slip into the outside world. The tailor himself, Marcel Leclair, is a man in his late fifties. He is compact, precise in movement, with a thin frame that seems designed for efficiency. His face is lined, not from weariness, but from years of intense concentration, his gray hair combed back neatly, his glasses sitting firmly on the bridge of his nose. Marcel has clothed men who ruled industries, politicians who shaped laws, and actors who dazzled the world. Yet, when Lance Vallerand walks through his door, Marcel treats him as though he is the pinnacle of his career. For Ma

Talking with Clavier, who had walked all kinds of life in his long age, was almost felt like Brandon in a history class, listening to his teacher. Brandon read the files silently and noticed no new update on them. Everything on the files was everything he knew from Mira. Lucien de Vincenzo was a master strategist and craftsman. He never lacked innovations and visions, even in the most harrowing situation. Lucien always had something up in his sleeves, and his success was guaranteed with every trick he pulled. His relationship with Stefano deteriorated when Stefano refused to marry Lucien's sister, Helena. Lucien started to aim for the High Lord seat in the Daemons Council, further worsening

I ask Luke because I’m so certain that we have met before. Luke bursts into laughing. Why is he laughing at me? Did I say something funny? “And why is a high school kid asking me if we have met before?” Luke asks me ironically. There’s no need to be rude. I just want to know who he is. Is he so important that I cannot ask who he is? “Ignore him. My father owns the biggest ranch, and my family runs it. We sell organic beef and other stuff. Even livestock.” Justin explains to me.

“Now that we’re bound in one string, your enemies become ours. Arrogant dogs, thinking they can bite the lions.” “They tried to seize my eastern territory.” Killian scoffed sharply with disdain. “When they failed, they set their sights on my southern route. And still, they lost. Pathetic.” His smirk was sharp and merciless. Alessandro was quite impressed. He leaned forward slightly. Curiosity sharpened his gaze. “Lucien Moreau.. you never mentioned how you know Killian Salvatore.” Lucien leaned back slightly, “That’s right. You know the former king of Spain? Albert Davis. He was close to my grandfather. Years back, he sent Killian Salvatore to France. During that time, we trained together. H

Emily's POV I gave a snorted laugh. “I’m not sure I am. I just haven’t given him a reason to throw me out yet.” Lucien studied me for a moment before returning his attention to the pan. “He does seem different with you,” he said. “I’ve known him for twenty-two years. He has zero patience for incompetence… yet I heard he spared you after you fed him garlic.” He lowered the burner and turned to face me. “You wouldn’t want to know what he did to the last chef who made that mistake.”

Lia: Luna Isobel walked us to the door herself. She did not touch Marcel, nor did she try to prolong the farewell. But her eyes lingered on him, not searching, not demanding. Just grateful. “I’m glad you both came,” she said quietly. “I know that you might not have wanted to, but thank you for coming.” Marcel inclined his head once. Nothing more. But it was more than he had given her in months. She turned to me next, her expression softening. “Rest well. And eat. Your body is going to be burning a lot more in the next few months, and you are going to need to allow it the nourishment that it needs.”

“ I do not think we have met. My name is Brianna Lucchese Trentineo. “ I repeated the same name I had given her father. She didn’t want to shake my hand but she had no choice. Lucchese was a feared name worldwide. I wanted to assert my dangerous nature so she wouldn’t try messing with me. Her father was nothing compared to mine. I wasn’t bragging. She shook my hand and when she let go, she put it on Nikolai’s arm again. “ I would appreciate it if you removed your hand from my husband. It is disrespectful and I do not take disrespect lightly. We Luccheses are like that. “ I said in a calm tone.