Romans & histoires Lucious Empire Real Name

His dark hair was down now to frame his square jaw, and he was wearing some kind of black fur cloak—although he was still shirtless beneath it, displaying those chiseled pecs and that strange tattoo in the center of his chest. Damn, I thought. He was born into the wrong world; could have been a successful model back home. “I don’t believe you,” he finally grunted. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “You can look me up online,” I said, growing a bit desperate. “Like I said, I’m a model and entrepreneur. I’m not a spy or whatever you seem to think I am.” The prince of the Lycans was silent for several long moments. Those blue eyes raked over me, studying me, appraising me.

He suddenly recognized the helpless orphan he had tortured so long ago. Devrim's eyes narrowed. "That is not my name. I am Emperor Devrim, husband to Her Majesty, Empress Aurora and foremost warrior in Valiant. I will defeat you." Ledford was shocked by the revelation. But it changed nothing. This man beneath him must die. The Captain pulled a knife from his belt and leaned back to finish off the Emperor. In a swift movement, Devrim pulled his knees to his chest and kicked Leford with all his might.

Though I know it is too late for me, I desperately want to get even. "Given that her father had committed numerous crimes throughout the empire, the traitor Duke Lucias Rominus—who had since been killed—had offended the Lafera family by giving birth to his daughter under a false name while under the care of Duke and Duchess Lafera. Then, the emperor signed the decree to execute Solstice Rominus, the only child of the traitor Lady and former crown princess of the Roman Empire."

Lucas looked at Emily playfully. At this time, Emily couldn't say a complete sentence. Emily stared at Lucas and asked, "Who are you?" Lucas lightly replied, "Didn't I say that my name is Lucas York?" Emily gritted her teeth, saying, "you should know that I'm not asking for your name." "I will not reveal my identity. you just need to know that I am a Rank 6 Ultimate King Ranked Realm," Lucas said slowly. "What?" Emily was taken aback. "You... you are a Rank 6 Ultimate King Ranked Realm?"

“I ruled the kingdom for ten years. That is something you can never do. You aren't man enough,Rostov, admit it. I took what rightfully belongs to me and I'll be damned if I let someone else take what I worked so hard for. Never.” “You mean not caring about the thousands of deaths that befall the vampires is your definition of being a king? Hundreds of vampires are killed on a daily basis all because of your negligence and you think that is the attribute of a good king?” “Let me make something clear to you, Lucious. Your mother lied to you. She told you the king was your biological father, right? Well sorry to break it to you but you were lied to, multiple times! Your mother was so desperate

Connor's guys didn't waste time—within a day, they had Zoe's location. The second he saw Lucian Lyttelton's name, his whole vibe shifted—stormy and dark. He knew that name. Knew that guy. Pierre had always spoiled Zoe out of guilt. That marriage pact? Totally his idea. Lucian wasn't just anyone—heir to the Lyttelton empire in Khelmark City, now running the whole thing. Polished on the outside, ruthless underneath. Took him only six months to lock down the top seat.

To him, she had the most beautiful face and body he had ever laid eyes on. He carefully took her shoes off and grabbed a soft blanket, and covered her. “Are these pajamas?” He asked in a shocked whisper shaking his head. “You’re one interesting mystery, princess.” He whispered in his deep voice and walked back to his work desk. Lucian was the only son of Remmy Rostova. A tech legend who had built a powerful company that was focused on technology and drugs, which they were in charge of supplying to the entire Laxon city. Remmy was about to retire and hand over the company to Lucian on the condition that he finds a wife before his thirtieth birthday. Lucian was reluctant until he set his eyes

The modern scent of this new city vanished, replaced by an illusion of gunpowder and wild lemongrass. The scent of the Palermo slums, eight years ago. Back then, Lucius wasn't a supreme Don. He was just an exiled teenager, covered in blood and knife wounds. I remembered that rainy night, hiding behind a leaking cargo container, sharing a piece of black bread that was hard as stone. With hands that hadn't been corrupted by power yet, he carefully wiped the dirt from my face, his eyes filled with absolute, desperate tenderness. "Rhea," his young voice had been so steady, "When I take back my name, I'm building you an estate on the highest peak of Sicily. You won't have to hold a gun or take a

“Kidnapping and even false imprisonment. Taking advantage of a woman in an intoxicated state is a legal nightmare, even for you.” He barked out a rough laugh that didn’t hold an ounce of humor and when those cold eyes dropped to mine again, I was hit with the chilling reminder of exactly who I was dealing with. This is Lucian Delacroix, the man who had built a kingdom on the bones of his competitors. One of the most powerful and feared men in the business world. And I’m currently in his house. Bare legs tangled in his sheets. Wearing one of his shirts. Triple fuck…