Lucien Lachance Novels & Stories

"No. I’m warning you. You can hate me, but don’t be stupid. Stay out of what’s coming." I scoffed. "You sound just like him." His jaw tightened. "Don’t say that." Lucien handed me a small card like we were about to exchange stock tips. "If you're ever ready to talk again… on real terms. Call me." His voice was smooth. I turned the card over. Minimalist. Black foil. Lucien Laurent. CEO, Vestra Holdings. "That it?" I asked. "No threats, no power moves?" He looked at me with unreadable eyes. "I don’t need to threaten you, Adrien. You’re already drowning. I’m offering you a life raft."

Professor Lucien's burns in my head. “I… I don’t know.”

He tried to decline again but I didn't let him. "He didn't order you to hoard that information from me, did he?" "No, he did not." Charles answered sincerely. "Okay, then you're not going against him by telling me where Matthieu is. Whatever piece of information you have on him, I want it." I knew Charles probably knew much more than Matthieu would want him to know. That was what made him the best person to get information from. Sighing, Charles eventually gave in to my request, "Mr Laurent is Mr Jacobs second cousin from his mother's family. He's been living in and out of France but eventually decided to settle down in France seven months ago."

Alpha Nicholas Exactly 6 hours and 32 minutes after we left the cells, we welcomed future Alpha Wade into the world. He came into this world kicking and screaming, weighing 9 lbs 3oz, and is one incredibly long pup. He is going to grow into a big guy when he's older, and I can't wait to see every minute of it. I may have missed the first few years of my daughter's life because I didn't know about her, but I'll be damned if I'm going to miss any part of my son's life.

LORENZO Camera flashes lit me up instantly, and I started my rehearsed, diplomatic speech. I wasn’t going to let months of work and millions invested sink my position as Patriarch. The press conference dragged on, but when the questions started drifting into things that had nothing to do with my labs, I stepped away. “That’s all for today,” I said, walking back toward the curtains. «Patriarch, is it true you were seriously injured?» «Are you going to take another Luna soon?»

Her hands were on his arms as she said, “Brian. I mean, Brain Gaulle...’ Before she could go on, he rumbled, ‘The Frenchman from Bhutan who wanted to f*ck you.’ His eyes moved to her face as her expression altered. She turned pink as she said, “Lucien, do not…’ Brian Gaulle had come forward. Stepping closer, he spoke easily, stretching his hand, “I am Brian Gaulle, an old friend of Proserpina’s.’ With a smile, he went on,’ We knew each other in Bhutan.’ Lucien nodded tersely but he kept his woman’s body pinned to his although he felt her try, ever so gently, to wriggle free. Gripping the other man’s hand, Lucien shook his hand and then said in his raspy voice,

When he did, his brown eyes went wide. “Lucien!” The brandy-filled glass sagged in Mario’s hand. Lucien’s gaze flicked rapidly to the singular bottle sitting on the counter—Cognac Dudognon Héritage, an item from the private stock in his office. Lucien tossed the polo mallet he’d been carrying on the mahogany bar, the sound of it ringing in the air like a remonstrance.

Lucien smiled as he presented him with a report on the armies he had recently defeated “Do you know, Lucien, that you are the only person I entrust my life to, and I trust you blindly, and most importantly, I depend on you in everything?” At that moment, Emilia felt that her heart was about to burst out of its place due to the intense happiness she was feeling, because of the good relationship between the king and Lucien. Lucien was not only the king’s favorite and trusted person. In addition to that, he had the title of keeper of the king’s secrets. The holder of this title is aware of all the goings-on inside the palace and the army, and Lucian, in the eyes of the Vampire King, was the onl

“Thank you for accepting to meet with us. It’s my pleasure.” Lucien shook the hand of the leader of the human faction, Michael Barnes, an ex-military commander, and a former werewolf hunter. He was widely regarded as a great warrior and leader even amongst the supernaturals. He had no love lost for the werewolves and coming here had been a big gamble on his part but he was willing to push his luck, he needed to have this element of surprise on his side if he was going to win this war against Fergus Black. “The pleasure is all mine, Lucien Fuller.” Michael’s hand was hard and bristled. He shook the hands of his brothers as well. “Shall we get on with it?”