Lucious Empire Real Name Novels & Stories

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

LUCY I matched back into the room to replug my phone, then went into the Living room to find Aurelio awake, stretching languidly. God-damned it, this man is fucking hot. I noticed he'd showered and changed into flesh clothes while I was asleep. The white shirt and black jeans he wore gave him that simple vibe, and still made him look more stunning. He sure knows how to wear his clothes because he looks fantastic in both casual and office wear.

Everyone wanted to know the guy with no expression on his lower face and a black mask covering his upper face who could dance too well to be a mafian. Curiosity. That's what is going to make them so invested. That's what is going to make me so announced. I, Ariel Winter D'Angelo, the next ruler of the Empire. I'd finally gotten what I wanted. What I spent 12 years of my life targeting. My hand went to my leg in that instant and I swiftly removed the knife which I had placed there in the restroom. With the last beautiful and glorious turn, I pulled closer to The Viper's chest and sent the knife in.

You must take it; you don't have to desire it, Antonio remarked. "Allow me to clarify, Antonio. Antonio's son Luca said with a deadly calm voice, "I do not want some whore you purchased. That word stung, now. It brought up spooky recollections for me. I slumped, relying on my two guys to support me while I fought back a panic attack. I inhaled gradually. The timing wasn't right now, Lucy. You're free, right? You're done. Breathe, breathe, breathe. Although I see how pitiful she is, our mafia owns her. She's worth billions," I found it perplexing. "Explain," Antonio commanded.

Lukretus was here as well… he’s standing on the golden lion platform with his sister Priscilla and his majesty the emperor Arthur Vein Solis Regulus. I can only say one thing… that man… is your idealistic charismatic handsome old man! My father sure is handsome but he’s stoic and emotionless… On the other hand… the eyes of that man are flaring with ambition and dignity of a Ruler! Moreover he’s got a beard! Beard, check! Handsome face, check! Well built body, check! That family sure is blessed by the goddess HoHoHoHo! By the way…I see that Pricilla is doing okay… seems like she forgot about that “incident”

“You’ve got the wrong place. We don’t know you.” One of the men raised his hands, his voice surprisingly calm. “Chris, we’re here to help.” I felt Emily come up beside me, her grip tightening on my arm. “Help? Who are you? How do you know us?” The taller of the two men took another cautious step forward, his face finally coming into view under the moonlight. His expression was grim, pain evident in his eyes. “My name’s Luc,” he said slowly. “I was once… one of them. But I left that life a long time ago.”

He's looking directly at me for one short second before turning to Millie when she starts talking again. Instead of the usual casual wear of jeans and t-shirt that I normally see him don, or if we were to be honest nowadays I see him more in his underwear or the lack of it, well, today he definitely looked different in that charcoal grey suit, radiating the aura of a leader. So his name is Luca? L.L.S. Luca Sinclair. He's not a millionaire as I imagined before? He actually works? Not inherit money or has a trust fund, coming from a wealthy, influenced family?

And now… He turned to Zayn slowly, realization dawning. “You mean…” Lucien’s voice cracked. “You weren’t… with her?” Zayn looked at him with disbelief, then laughed softly. “ She’s a decorator.” Lucia smiled politely. “Only business, Mr. Lucien. Your husband wanted everything perfect.” Lucien’s throat tightened. Relief washed over him, mixed with shame at his doubt. He reached for Zayn’s hand, gripping it tightly. “I’m sorry for ever doubting you,” he whispered.

“Good morning our wonderful viewers, today is such a beautiful morning. This is TV X and we have some exclusive news that will excite everyone.” “We know that everyone has been asking themselves about this mysterious young master called Lucien Hart. He is probably the youngest alpha in the history to take over such a huge pack and he is also the youngest CEO of Hart empire and his wealth and power cannot be rivaled.” The TV host stated, and it immediately attracted my attention after hearing Lucien's name. I raised the volume and listened intently.

It just couldn’t be, Lucian could not be the wolf, he just couldn’t be. Now thinking about it, she never asked how he knew all he knew about the barghest or the ‘actual’ Greek and Roman history. Most of all, about the supernatural, she had initially coined it to being a history professor. It was sort of his job to know all that, right?