Lucien Lachance Novels & Stories

the man asked, confused. “Oh, I guess I should let you know,” Lucien said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “That chopper is the final scene, it’s going to burn everything down even your legacies, and before this day ends, you’ll be nothing but a memory. You were no longer the Mafia king. I am.” He leaned closer, his breath warm against the man’s ear. But his words brought a menacing chill, the man’s eyes widened, and his veins caught in fear.

Nothing but child’s play to them. And yet, Maribel was desperate. Desperate enough to run straight to the one person who could destroy her. Alaric’s lips curled into a slow, calculating smile. She had no idea she had already lost. As soon as the door closed behind her, Alaric reached for his phone. He pressed a single button. Lucien Bellamy. A businessman by day, the owner of L'Étoile Nocturne, the most exclusive club in Country F. But that was just a mask. In reality, Lucien was an intelligence officer, one of the best trackers in the world. Maribel thought she was slipping away unseen. She was wrong.

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?”

I miss Hunter and Alyssa day by day but I know it's for the best. I feel bad for lying to them all, but I had to. Today's Wednesday and Mr. Dechart is coming to get his money. All I wish is that I could've found a legal way without having to borrow money from anymore people. I didn't want to take money from my brothers or my children but they are stubborn and won't take no for an answer.

“This is delicious.” Lance leaned forward and poured more champagne into my glass, and this time I didn’t stop him. The bottle said Dom Perignon. It must be his personal favorite. He held up the empty bottle and the lovely vampire disappeared. “I’m pleased that you like it. It’s one of my favorites.” “You’re changing the subject.” I took a bite of the pasta and it was just as divine as the lobster, with spinach and Hollandaise sauce. It was the best Lobster Florentine that I had ever tasted. “You told me that you lived about a hundred years after King Arthur?”