Lucius Fanart Novels & Stories

“That’s what brothers do.” I let out a cold laugh. “I’d rather throw my money at a harlot than hand it over to you again. You are a failure and a disappointment; you keep disappointing me, and I won't let that happen again.” Lucius’ smirk faded for the quickest second, but then he laughed again. “You’ll regret this, Dante.” I grinned evilly. “I won't regret anything, Lucius. I am the Don; there is nothing you can do!” His face darkened. “Of course, there is something I can do. I'll get the money elsewhere, and I will tarnish your image.”

Lucian grins at the man who stands and gathers the papers. Deacon Lancaster: Smart man. Just bring your A-game to the showcase next year. Lucian Slater: Boy, I'm gon' be on your ass like lint on faux-cotton. Lucian circles the desk and gives the man an affectionate pat on his shoulder. Deacon Lancaster: Meet for drinks later? Lucian shakes his head and Deacon nods. Lucian Slater: The babysitter isn't available tonight, and my son wants us to go to this art thing.

Lucius said. "Ah, I love women, but tonight I have a meeting with Alexander. You know, your twin brother is hard to refuse," said Gart, a man who willingly dyed his hair silver to look like Lucius. "Alexander will be my problem. Just do your job. I need to get back to my employer's house and give them a report," Lucius said, handing Gart a debit card registered under Alexander's name. Lucius left the inn, letting Gart take over his role to satisfy the desires of a young woman infatuated with him. Lucius had to return to the Svarga household, but he received a call from Alexander on his way.

Isabella’s eyes widened in disbelief as she pointed at the painting in his hand, "This piece of garbage made from a bunch of paint is worth tens of millions?" Lucius smiled mysteriously, "Just trust me. I’ve appraised countless famous paintings, and this one is definitely genuine." Isabella looked at him skeptically, "Were you a painter or an art appraiser in the past? By the way, have you recovered your memory?" Lucius quickly denied, "No, I haven’t. Even though I have amnesia, if someone has a skill, it becomes ingrained and unforgettable. A true masterpiece like this would start at a million. Your stepmother and her crowd are waiting to see you make a fool of yourself. Do you really want

"You're disgusting! But you might be disappointed. Your brother doesn't love me." Lucius looked back at Antoninus and said, "No, he definitely loves you." "He doesn't." If there was one thing Antoninus loved most in this world, it was his "work." He was willing to sacrifice even his life for it. But Lucius insisted on arguing with me, "He does love you." So I snorted and sarcastically remarked, "What, do you also understand what makes men fall for someone? Have you slept with many men?" Lucius' mouth twitched, and his eyes held a thin anger. "Has anyone ever told you that you have an annoying mouth?"

Eren sighed, rubbing his head tiredly "I can't believe the evil in that man. He can't be a good person even with his only grandson." Lucas laughed sarcastically “What do you expect from a man who was not good even with his own child? For Arthur, everyone around him is just a toy, pawns that he moves according to his interests.” Eren sighed as he stood up to prepare to leave, before looking at Lucas who was still lying on the couch “Well, now we know where the vileness that was present in Lucian came from?” Lucas smiled as he looked at him, before the other left, leaving Lucas alone in the room to put his hand over his eyes

” “And to you. do I owe the pleasure. but let’s be clear Eugene. You are a coward. And the moment I get I get my hands on you?, I don’t care what Rosette says you are, I’ll rip you apart, limb to—“ “Then that makes you the coward Lorenzo.” Eugene cut me short. His voice falling to a chilling quiet and amused rhythm. “I mean I do detest you, and every other person I’ve ever met, —Im a killer, it thrills me but one thing you’d never call me is dumb.” He stretched a tight smile. “I’m smart enough to know that I can’t kill you Lucas. Not while Alexander is still monarch.” What was he talking about?, was there a missing piece in my puzzle of memories? Or was this one of his brilliant mind tricks?

Lucas smirked as they were out of the forest and now staring at the busy street and a bar opposite them “I’m thinking more of batman and robin” Roman exhaled as he stared intently at the bar, “And I’m guessing you’re robin?” Lucas looked at Roman with the corner of his eye, typical of them to be joking around when they could be hearing screams from a distance in no time if legion decides to start his revenge plot. “I’m more of batman don’t you think?” Roman arched a brow at Lucas with a teasing yet devilish grin “And why is that?” Lucas asked but Roman was already walking across the street to get into the bar,

He began to beg, “Please, sir, please forgive me. I won’t dare to have any more malicious thoughts towards Faye ever again. Please forgive me…” Everyone knew Lucius well, and their impression of him was that he was a cool and arrogant person with deep knowledge and exceptional skills. Plus, because of his high status within their circle, he would always be the one who bullied others, so when would they have ever possibly seen him beg others this way? However, Zayn was able to notice that Lucius’ pleas for mercy were fake and that his eyes were filled with strong hatred and dismay. Plus, Lucius still wanted to have his revenge, so Zayn would never go soft on people like him.

“You know the artificial shares are for the rich ones, the fucking bastards who hide their crap behind a suit. I’ve never sold those shares to the people who really work to succeed. I’m not as shameless as you.” The man laughed. Lucian was losing his patience. Those people didn’t know anything about him and the reason why he decided to step into forbidden lands. It was out of hatred and resentment, not because he wanted to be just a powerful man. There was so much more. “Any you say, Lucian” another man said, getting up from his seat. He seemed to be the second oldest in that group, “your wife is free to go. Also your son. But you, Son of Hades…”