Lucinda Riley Books Novels & Stories

As with all things, the man was more a sinner than a saint, she was quite sure. "I blame Lucien. He's been reading those stories by that awful L. R. Gloucester. I wouldn't touch them, but Lucien wagered I couldn't finish one. And then I admit I was rather sucked in. I am ashamed to admit I've devoured every book she's written." "She?" Rosalind stared the initials on the book. "How do you know it's a woman?" Ashton came around the table and joined her at the shelf, pulling the volume out.

~VITTORIA~ “I think you’re misunderstanding, Miss Lilith Belluci. I honestly, like from the depth of the organ that pumps my blood, dislike you. Bitterly. Why do you always come here?” Yara, the most welcoming person I know said as she poked her head through the little open space of the door she held. I smiled at her, “Oh... If it isn’t Yara the angel whom the whole nation finds to be so kind and full of love. Imagine they finally find out you’ve been putting on a facade.” I said to her. “And your little princess business comes down to nothing.”

What was she? A distraction? A threat? A ticking bomb? Or something else entirely? Whatever she was, one thing was clear: someone wanted her rattled. And if there were people from her past circling back… he needed answers. --- That night, Riley sat cross-legged on her apartment floor, pages of the old book scattered around her. She’d locked all the doors, drawn the blinds, and left every light on. But it didn’t stop the sense of dread pooling in her gut. She kept circling one line over and over again:

There were piles of books on her table, and there was a request for more books that she had drafted out. “My lady, let us leave.” Liora begged, following behind me impatiently. I checked through some of her books, and they were mostly fiction. My eyes caught a particular book under a pile of books, and I reached for it instantly. “My lady, you're going to get me killed.” Liora groaned as I picked up the book. “THE ADVENTURES OF LADY KILMARTIN.” I read out loud. “Huh?” Liora mumbled.

The light falls warm and gold across both of them, turning the whole scene into something that looks almost staged, almost too intimate to interrupt. Riley sits cross-legged on the floor with a medieval literature anthology spread open across her knees. The book is enormous, pages dense with scholarly annotation, the kind of text she would normally guard like a secret. She has the look of someone who actually wanted to spend a storm night with it, cheeks bright, eyes alive in a way I have not seen in weeks. Liam sits beside her.

Five minutes later and Lucianda could no longer maintain the numbness that usually comes easily to her and all she wanted to do was to scream and beg for mercy but she knew begging at this stage will only annoy this man who is now at the end of his patience for her. Full of hatred for her late husband, all he has in his heart and mine is revenge and payment for late Alex Castos’s sins and Luci felt like she was in a bad dream and anytime from now she should wake up. But when the man gave her nipple a gentle bite that shot arrows into her brain, she forgot all about her late husband and gave a little whimper that immediately changed to a moan when she felt his fingers feathering lightly on he

Neither of then knew whether she wiuld be coming after seven years ago or she was going to come back soon enough. Elinda and the spy, whom people came to find out her name was Ana, were loathed by eveyone. Everywhere they went to, they were knocked aside as if they were some dustbins and chased away from people’s presence. All the pack member’s beileved, Karen had decided to go away because of them. Harriet, Peter, Kelvin and Patrilia, suck themselves into magic books and anciet libraries looking in there was anywhere written about raising then long gone souls.

Lindy quickly went back to her room and locked her door. "Hormones raging." Lindy mumbled. She sat back down on her chair and placed her cup of coffee down. Lindy glanced her watch and it was already eleven in the evening. "I wonder what happened to him." Lindy ignored her thoughts about Milo who is currently sleeping to wake up early the next day for another flight. She grabbed her book again and continued reading her notes for her exam the next day but she kept glancing at her phone, still waiting for a text. She finally grabbed it but there was no text message from him. She stood up and went over her laptop.

Squeaky groans and squeaks so much that Luc feared it will fall from the ceiling and slice her in her sleep but Squeaky did not get her, the Atlantic ocean beat Squeaky to it. There was a time that Lucinda was not Luc but Lucie. That was before she got admitted into the University, before she started wearing crop tops, mini skirts, lots of jewellery and nude makeup. It was before she started buying and hiding bottles of expensive alcoholic drinks in her wardrobe, before she started ignoring me and treated me like there was not a mere one year gap between our ages. It was before she met her soulmate, Joseph.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s