Novel & Cerita Lucifer Crying Meaning

"Eve Spencer, I just got into an accident. I hit someone, and I think he's your son!" The day after getting her driver's license, my best friend, Esther Lawson, insisted on driving alone to pick up her son from kindergarten. I warned her that the road was full of heavy trucks and told her to practice a few more days. She rolled her eyes. "Don't worry. I'm a great driver!" She floored the gas pedal and sped off. Not long after, she called me. She was crying so hard she could barely breathe. She said she hit a child at the kindergarten. The boy's face was covered in blood, and he looked like my son. I froze. My son had a fever today. He didn't even go to kindergarten. So who had she hit?

I needed money, not love, not sin, not to become a fuck toy. Just enough to save my dying mother. So when a mysterious woman offered me a deal, one night with a rich client for a life-changing amount, I said yes. A decision I thought I’d regret for just a night…. not for eternity. But everything twisted when I didn't sleep with the man who paid for my virginity. I fucked not ordinary men instead. They’re the Velvet twins. Lucifer, the calm, manipulative, and calculative one Raven, the wild, and dangerous one, addicted to chaos. Sons of the mafia king who destroyed my father. They claim I’m theirs, their contract, their property, their future. And most importantly, the Mother of their unborn child. That's when I realized I didn't sell one night of my life. Turns out, I sold my future. Now I’m trapped between two devils who want to own me, break me, and maybe even love me. But when the truth surfaces, one question burns: Which of them murdered my father? Then, more questions stack. But what if the man who killed my father is the one I’m falling for? What if the twins didn’t just buy my body, they bought my bloodline?

During a long holiday, my husband booked flights for a family vacation. On the way to the airport, I suddenly saw numbers appearing on everyone’s head. The numbers on my husband’s head indicated sixty years, but my parents and I had only six hours indicated on our heads. While I was puzzled over the meaning of those numbers, I noticed that the driver next to us only had six seconds indicated over his head through the car window. Five… Four… Three… Two… One. When the number turned zero, a massive truck immediately rammed into the car next to us. I saw flickers of fire, flesh and blood exploding before my eyes. People were screaming for help, but I could not hear anything. I trembled as cold sweat drenched my entire body. It was because my flight would be taking off in six hours.

I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

They call him useless. A man who eats his wife’s food, endures endless insults from his in-laws, and lives as a shadow in his own home. For three years, he has been the city’s biggest joke—the despised son-in-law who never fights back. But when fate stirs and long-buried secrets resurface, the man they mocked as worthless begins to show a different face. Behind his silence lies unimaginable power, wealth, and influence. Enemies who once toyed with him will kneel. Allies who doubted him will beg for his favor. And a wife who never believed in him will discover the true meaning of pride and love. This is the journey of a fallen man rising to his rightful place, where betrayal is punished, loyalty rewarded, and respect earned through fire and blood. The city thought he was trash. Soon, they will call him king.

Zoya Ironwood was nothing significant. Just a star fighter at Shadow Rings. She didn't have to be significant to survive. Zoya hid her identity as an omega for years. She was mated to Alpha Xander. Everything was fine. Until her whole world collided with Ragnar Throne, the cold immortal Lycan, or in simpler terms, pure evil and destruction. In one day, everything she struggles to build comes crashing down. She is left rejected and alone. She is forced to do his bidding and endure his manipulate ways if she wants to survive. It's almost bearable... But doesn't he know the meaning of personal space? Zoya can't imagine why he is coming close to her. But if she wants her freedom, then she must study her enemy very closely. Playing a dangerous game of love is the only way to end him. But whoever falls first looses.

-LUCIFER- I thrum my fingers on the armrest of my golden throne impatiently. It has been three months since the demon seer Greta had come to me claiming that I, the King of Hell, have a mate. In all my thousands of years, I had never expected to come across her. Hell, I didn’t expect that my Father would have even gifted me with a mate, after everything I had done to be kicked from Heaven. To my dismay, Greta hadn’t been very helpful with information regarding my mate and her whereabouts. So that same day I paid the Fates a visit. Two of the three old crones are quite fond of me and usually assist me whenever I require it. “Ah, Lucifer, this is a pleasant surprise.” Clotho comments as she works with the thread of destiny in her hands. “Yes, it’s been too long since your last visit.” Lachesis says as she turns towards me, her eyes roaming over my body appreciatively. Even if I wasn’t here about my mate, I would never touch her. Her and her sisters are literally shriveled up old ladies with grey hair and wrinkled skin...even the Devil has standards.

A witch alone in a cursed house should know better than to answer voices in the dark. Hidden deep within the Blackwood forest, Eleanor lives behind ancient wards with her feared husband—a dangerously powerful man whispered about in frightened prayers and old legends. Though ruthless to the world, he has only ever been gentle with her. Before leaving on one of his mysterious journeys, he gives her a single warning: Do not open the door after sundown. But when Eleanor hears her dead mother crying outside in the storm, she breaks the wards protecting their home—and invites something ancient inside. Now the house groans with restless spirits, shadows move without light, and something inhuman stalks the halls at night whispering her name. As the darkness tightens around her throat, Eleanor realizes the creatures hunting her are not the most terrifying thing in Blackwood. Because her husband is coming home. And the man who would burn kingdoms for his wife has discovered something touched what belongs to him.

After being reborn, I stop asking questions about what my husband, Giulio Panzeri, does with his childhood friend, Camilla Messina. I let Camilla summon him away from my side again and again. She calls him in tears, saying, "I'm scared, Giulio… I heard gunshots outside the estate, and Nico is crying in fear. Can you come over to keep us company?" Even as Giulio hesitates, I thoughtfully hand him his jacket and tell him, "Quick. Go to them. They must be terrified." Giulio pauses in his tracks and looks at me with a complicated gaze. The old me would've teared up, bursting with emotions as I questioned him who was more important to him, us or them. But now that I've been reborn, I warmly and gently go along with everything he does. Once my daughter, Romina Panzeri, receives her kidney transplant, I'll take her with me and leave him for good.

"Does this mean you approached me on purpose?" Lucas asked with his eyes narrowed darkly and pure anger floating around his blue iris. "Fucking speak! Tell me the bloody reason you approached me?" Lucas yelled in her face as he slammed her back against the wall in the process. She stared in his face for a brief moment, looking very deep in his anger filled eyes, then she let out a mocking chuckle. "Yeah, I, Susan Owen approached you on purpose and I swear on everything unholy, I won't rest until I've made you feel every ounch of pain you made me feel" she let out a spooky laugh which sent an eerie chill down Lucas' spine, even her makeup is making her look like Lucifer's bride at the moment. Sophia Owen was once a sweet and lovely lady, just like every sweet ladies out there. She had always dream to graduate with good grades and get a good job, to cater for her family. But sadly, she met him and that was the end of her dream. However she found another dream and that's to make Lucas and his entire generation pay for what he did to her. Will she get her revenge?