Lucio The Arcana Romane & Geschichten

"If father said that then it can happen. But I am not sure for how much time. Because the Lucifer I know... loves to destroy things. Even if that human girl is unlucky enough and falls for him then also... he will make sure to hurt her so bad that she will fall out of her love. Trust me mother... I know him. He loves to break his favourite things... just to see if he can survive without them or not and he always does...." Arcangelo's POV I have played my game for today. I didn't give her much time that she can think of a way out. She is smart I have to give it to her but too naive. She trusts so easily. When she is in problem she uses her brain but doesn't use it when she trusts. How can she

"Shut your mouth David that makes you even guiltier. I can see right through you that you are still madly in love with this woman and making yourself pass through so much pain and torture" Lucio glanced around, he had a feeling that he was going to do something that would make him prove that David was still madly in love with his friend. When he heads towards his bed stand, he chases after him which only further proves that he was in love with Valerie and he was hiding something in there. Reaching his stand, he saw a decorated portrait of Valerie on the stand. That was the only thing that put him out of his misery. He couldn't fall asleep late; the only way he could put himself to sleep was

“Shall we?” Lucia smirked at the old-fashioned gesture and curled her fingers around Solomon’s muscle. “Following you, Master Solomon.” “Careful. You certainly don’t want to give me ideas.” A startled laugh escaped Lucia. “You have a convoluted and devious mind, don’t you?” “I’m a Lycan. What can I say?”

My knees trembled at Lucifer's stare. "W-what do you want?" I asked. Lucifer wasn't one of the friendly and fun-loving angels in the Kingdom. He was the most devious species that ever existed to the point that everyone here was doing their best to avoid him. He playfully smirked. "Guess what." I looked away, I couldn't even stand his creepy grin.

“The carving depicts a figure scholars believe may have been the True Luna surrounded by the four command wolves of a Sacred Pack. This book predates that carving by several centuries.” The names and faces came too quickly. Grant beneath the lanterns. Julien offering me his hand. Brax carrying pizza through a laundry window. Linc noticing everything I tried to hide. Four command wolves. I pushed the thoughts away before they could form anything solid. “What does any of that have to do with me?” Professor Mansfield studied me for several seconds. “That is what we need to determine.” She opened the cabinet, returned the book to its place, and locked it away. “Until then, do not remove the neck

"He’s not going to give you that key, Athena! The moment he logs his anchor token into your device, you’ll have full visibility of what his father did to your family in 2019. He’s using you to keep me away from the files, but he’s never going to let you see the actual ledger!" The doubt crept into my chest for a split second, cold and sharp. Was Arthur right? Was this engagement, this entire rescue mission in the stairwell and the garage, just a high-stakes play for Lucien to secure his father’s dark legacy before anyone else could touch it? If I unlocked that archive, I was walking into the truth blind. But then Lucien reached out with his left hand. Without breaking eye contact with Arthur

Aurora walked closer, ignoring the way his fists clenched. I miss you, I miss getting your attention, Aurora whisper… He laughed bitterly. “You’re insane.” “Maybe.” She stopped right in front of him, close enough to see the faint tremor in his hands. “But you’re not getting rid of me that easily.” Vincenzo stepped back, putting distance between them. He went back to the chair and table. He grabbed another file; this particular one thicker, older, and stamped **“LUCIFER – LEGACY PROJECT, He flipped it open, pretending to read.

Lucas didn’t turn to look at them, he just kept his eyes fixed on his bottle of wine. But most importantly, from the side of my eyes, I could hear Christopher Lorenzo's heavy, furious breath from the front row, and the snap of media cameras trying to capture my humiliation. My face burned with a terrible, hot shame. I stared at the side of Lucas's face, but his jaw was completely relaxed, his expression totally bored as he swirled the dark liquid inside the bottle. “Errr…” the priest adjusted his tiny glasses once again, “do you care to repeat that Mr Lucas Lorenzo?” He asked solemnly.

Dante obeyed without question. “Sorry pussies but I lied. Neither of you deserves to live” Luciano turned, his bloodlust rising. This wasn’t just about betrayal or the shipment. Sure those things were infuriating but something darker pulsed in him. A fire he hadn’t been able to control lately. Araceli had been the spark. Ever since she entered his home, something in him had twisted. Bent. Cracked. His need for her and his failure to control it had left him a ravenous beast hungry for any sort of release. He needed an outlet and the two dangling men would have to do...for now.