Novel & Cerita Lucius Fanart

The veins on his temple pop up like thick worms as his eyes lock onto the two frauds standing before him. "I have zero respect for your political games, Luciano," Luca says, his voice dropping into a dangerous, low rumble that makes the floorboards shake. "But my claws do not twist the truth or fake a scent just to spite your face. If your old wolf is so confused about why my mind selected young Master Rapha’s map painting, then bring your nose over here and look at it yourself!" Luca steps back, clearing a path near the heavy wooden display frame, and points a long finger directly at my art piece.

Lucius stood in the doorframe, leaning against it, arms crossed in front of his chest. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or annoyed, his facial expression was nearly unreadable and for a split second, he looked hurt, but I wasn’t sure. “Thank you, Diana, you may return to your duties,” he spoke to the maid with such finality in his voice, it was clear his words weren’t to be questioned. Diana bowed and muttered, “of course, my King.” Then, she was gone and for the first time ever, I stood face to face with my captor. To say Lucius was stupidly handsome would be to put it in lightly. Extremely tall, muscular, dark hair and piercing blue eyes. I almost forgot how to breathe.

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

, I may not remember her, but my heart knows her. Lucian made a decision at that moment. Grabbing his blue tooth, he made a phone call. “Marcus wade please, I’ll wait. Hello, Marcu, its Lucian. Yeah, I doing okay. Hows the wife and kids? Good, good. I’m glad to hear it. I need a favor Marcus. Dad can’t know about this, It’s between you and me, here’s what I need.” Marcus was one a few of Lucas’s friends. He was an investigator that Adrian and Lucian used from time to time.

the nun informed us, her voice carrying a hopeful tone. “Yeah, Lucian, I know how much you adore children,” I decided to torment him, enjoying the opportunity. Sister Flora looked at him with hopeful eyes, awaiting his response. I could see him struggling to decline. “Sure, we’ll be there. My wife has been searching for some artwork to adorn our home,” he said cheerfully, casting a glance in my direction. My playful smugness quickly transformed into a resentful glare. Now, it was Lucian who was grinning like a fool. He wrapped his arm around my waist, displaying a false sense of affection. I forced a fake smile towards the nun, who regarded us with adoring eyes.

First, he played the role of the good guy, the loyal, level-headed Beta, the 'king of cool. Everyone assumed he was highly favored by the King because of his good nature and the fact that he was simply a better person than Artemis—but no, Lucian was the worst kind of evil, desperate enough to deliberately make Artemis look incompetent to his father, going as far as fooling Sera just so he could satisfy his sick urge to take everything Artemis has. He has no sense of loyalty, and he’d just about lick anybody’s ass to get what he wants. But what does Lucian really want?

Lucius declared, glaring at him. “Obsessive much, well I guess I will stick with my other plan” he said and stood up. Lucius then decided to pull the trigger at him at that moment but he couldn’t because he felt a small pain in his right leg and his eyes turned blurry. His legs gave away and he fell on the floor and the last thing he saw was Bratva's shoe coming toward him before he blacked out completely. The Bratva looked at the unconscious Lucius and smiled, he had always heard about the infamous first son of Juventus who was as ruthless and dangerous as his mother but he never got to meet him.

The man enjoyed controversies. “We don't want to keep relying on promises, we all want to know when that moment will be. We dare to inquire about your choice. I believe there should be a justification for a delay in this," he hesitated and then, “Besides, I have a stunning daughter." Lucius was unable to conceal his displeasure. How could he tell them about his daughter after the drama he had just pulled off? "Fin here as well as a daughter and I am sure every one of you here has a daughter too. Why don't you choose one of them instead?" Lucius spat.

Or he could be Porcius, a tough thug, who had a mouth so strong he fought his way through death mills and arenas to be, again, a soldier, killing and oppressing others like himself. Lucius? A genuine Roman from Italy? Rufus smiled as he jogged, knowing he only watched out for him in case they encountered natives, and so he could have his supper rations delivered to him, which he didn’t share. He utterly despised Lucius and prayed to Lugh to send a shining spear to spite the olive-skinned man and take him away from slavery. Though not overly cruel, Lucius had served longer than most and neared an end to his career.

looking all frightened, and loyal. My brother…Lucius, always had a talent for turning a home into a kingdom, and a kingdom into a prison. I dropped the cigar and dragged a finger across the laptop trackpad, rewinding the footage again. And in no time the horseman himself appeared on the screen. It was Lucian. He was pacing anxiously, shouting. His temper had never aged a day. “Good” I nodded with satisfaction.“ He should be furious” The flash drive beside the keyboard caught the light.