Novel & Cerita Lucifer Morningstar X Reader

Sitting the hour's slip by as they talk before going home, stopping at the door, she takes out her keys, and Mich steps towards her as his lips find hers. “I may see you around tomorrow. Get some sleep.” Kissing her again, he walks home. Going into the house, she falls back onto the bed—exhaustion sweeping her away in blissful dreams. As the night passes, she becomes unsettled, once again Lucifer plaguing her mind as she sleeps. A small whimper escapes her mouth as she watches his hands slide along her flesh. His nails slowly drag down her body. Waking, she looks around the dark room, her eyes adjusting to everything.

“You? Adapt? You’re a relic, Xavier. A rusted name living off fear and nostalgia.” I smiled—cold, deliberate. “Let me show you adaptation.” I pressed a button on my intercom. “Tell Dem to bring in the Eclipse files.” That got his attention. His smirk faltered, just for a breath.“What’s Eclipse?” I leaned forward, locking eyes with him. “That’s the future. And you’re just in time to witness it.” He scoffed, trying to recover. “I’m shaking in my boots, Xavier.” “You should be.” There’s no Eclipse file. But he doesn’t need to know that.

"Who are you?" Luna demanded, her voice shaking with anger as she stared at the man in front of her. "I am Alpha Marcus," the man replied, his voice smooth and confident. "And I have come to offer you a deal." Luna felt a chill run down her spine as she heard the name. Alpha Marcus was known throughout the supernatural world as one of the most powerful and ruthless alphas. "What kind of deal?" she asked, her voice cautious. "I can give you what you want," Marcus said, his eyes flicking to Jaxon. "Power, wealth, anything you desire. All you have to do is join my pack."

Lucifer is a tall, fair-skinned man with light blond hair tied in a long ponytail, sea-blue pupils, wearing contact lenses and dressed in a white shirt and long black pants. Tighten thighs and legs together. Part of her hair protrudes a long part down to cover her right eye. He sat on the wooden chair in front of the house and read the newspaper with his legs crossed, because his legs were very slim and long. Andy and Venture, who were fast asleep on top of him, walked in to greet Lucifer. "Hello uncle, is Celica back yet?" "I don't know, I don't know how he got into the house, but he's sleeping on the bed looking very tired."

Damien turned to him and said, “I want you to see if she has the same gift as you to read minds.” My heart was racing and my head was spinning. The demon named Hex took a step closer to me and looked at me curiously for a minute, “No, she does not have the ability,” I was slightly saddened by this news, reading minds would have been awesome. “Lucifer would like to meet her, though,” he said to Damien.

Not because the magic chose her. But because I had tasted her sorrow— and no king worthy of the title lets such injustice stand. --- Samantha POV Lucien stood abruptly. A cold wind rushed through the broken window. And then frost wrote itself across the wall: HELLO, LITTLE SUNLIGHT. Lucien stepped in front of me instantly. “Do not read it.” “I ALREADY READ IT,” I squeaked. “It is meant to unsettle you.” “It WORKED.” The frost dissolved. A whisper followed, curling through the air:

On the table, he had his hand over his record. I didn't realise I had forgotten it there last night. "Good morning." Xander beamed at me, which made me flare my eyes. "Uh, this better be the afterlife, cause…" "This is not that indifferent to what you've always known." Xander snapped, batting his eyes at me. I took a seat opposite Lucious who had dropped the book he was reading and slid it to me. "So, you really did read this." "Well, what do I say? I am a curious person."

Bodies everywhere, as if they were cloaked in invisibility and suddenly dropped it. At the front, just before the Allfather’s great chair, stands a tall, ridiculously attractive man—Middle Eastern complexion, chiseled body, long brown hair, scruffy beard. “Welcome, friends,” he says, smiling. “We’ve been waiting for you.” “And who the fuck are you?” Puck growls at my side. The man grins. “I’m Lucifer. The Morningstar.” His smile sharpens. “And you’re about to die.”

Lucian kicked the punching bag one last time before moving on to the wooden dummy, practicing the latest moves taught by his Kung Fu master. Alexa had her nose buried in Cynthia Eden’s Night watch series. “How long are you going to read that?” Lucian asked between the hitting and kicking, his breath heaved with the movement. “Quiet, Lucian! This has so many interesting shifters. This story is about a Tiger shifter and there are werewolves, vampires, witches and what not’s,” Alexa mumbled without taking her gaze off the book.

I was Luella fucking Morningstar, heir to Hell, not some swooning maiden. "In your dreams, bloodsucker," I retorted, summoning every ounce of willpower I possessed. "Now back off before I decide to redecorate this room with your entrails." Sebastian chuckled, the sound low and rich. "Such fire," he murmured appreciatively. "You truly are fascinating, Luella Morningstar."