Lumiere Plumette Novels & Stories

they were fucking fast. "You're just stalling, aren't you?" Noah pointed out, realizing Lumiére's attempt to delay the inevitable. "so you’ll be late and your date might bail before you even arrive. Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but you'll be wearing one of these suits," Noah said, gesturing towards the three options laid out on the bed. Lumiére let out a sigh, hoping he could have a little more time before facing what he considered his impending doom. He glanced at the three suits, carefully examining each one. After some consideration, he settled on a suave caramel-colored suit that caught his eye.

It seemed Pete had better taste in things like this. “Are you frequent?” She asked while looking at the bar's interior. The lights were dim but bright enough to spot irregular activities but there were some tables with darker lights than the others. “Yes, my friend own this place. We come here to chill some weekends.” Amelia nodded, maybe she got him wrong. Maybe not. “Aren't you going to get me drinks?” Amelia asked. “What do you want?” “Tequila. Five bottles.” Pete smiled, “Okay.” Even though he wasn't going to get as much as that.

For a heartbeat, I worried I’d said too much, or too little. “With this being said,” I exhaled softly, steadying my voice, “I present to you what I might call Lumé. From Lumen, meaning light, representing purity and subtlety.” Cassia walked forward with poised confidence, handing the slender bottle to Mr. Julien first, then to the other board members. The bottle itself shimmered faintly under the light, frosted glass with a golden rim, simple yet magnetic. Julien turned it over in his hand, inspecting it like it was something rare. He pressed the nozzle, a soft pssst filling the air, and mist rained over the test strip. He waved it lightly, then lifted it to his nose.

The envoy from the Sunlit pack arrived a week later, the envoy consisted of seven men and five women with the Alpha included. The Alpha George was a tall huge chunk of a man with bluish black hair that brought attentions to his fiery eyes. He had an intimidating aura surrounding him that screamed for submission. The Alpha Lucien, his son Damien and a few emissaries were present to welcome them. Though of smaller built than George, Lucien was no less intimidating with his pale white skin, cold blue eyes and well-proportioned muscles.

“You’re taking a picture?” He shrugged, “Yes, I just couldn’t help but capture this moment with our child.” He replied and I snorted at the word child. “What? I consider her as our child from now on.” I would have felt a bit triggered by that but now, I am strangely I watched as Lumiere played with the stress ball, almost knocking down some of my vases and decorations. “Why did you name her Lumiere?” “It means light in french, Why? Do you want to change it?”

It seemed he knew something when Noah said the word “Starlight” On the other hand, Lux was trying to calm down and took a deep breath. The blonde-haired girl had a faint smile on her face, “Huft … looks like I have to use that. Like it or not, I have to do it in an emergency like this. In fact, I really don't want to use it because the side effects are quite troublesome.” Lux who showed a calm expression and she suddenly smiled faintly, it made the man who attacked her feel that something was strange.

She is ready to burn Ethan to the ground and I am more than ready to fan the flames. I cleared my throat, keeping my voice steady. “Well, the truth is… we don’t have a solid plan yet. That’s why I invited you both here. I wanted to know if you had something in mind.” Celine exhaled sharply, her fingers running through her sleek hair as her brows furrowed in thought. “Can you believe he even took them to La Lumière?” Tina suddenly blurted out, glaring at her phone screen. “What?!” Celine shrieked, her eyes wide. “La Lumière?! That’s the most exclusive restaurant in the city! You have to book at least a week in advance just to get in there!”

Maybe as she spent more time with him, things would be different. The restaurant, Bistro Lumière, was an upscale spot with an understated elegance that made it popular among those who preferred sophistication over flash. Its façade was a combination of dark, polished wood and frosted glass windows that allowed only a hint of the warm, ambient lighting within to spill out. A small brass plaque by the door held the restaurant's name in a sleek, minimalist font, illuminated softly from above.

“Humor me?” She laughed softly. “Always.” He guided her through the threshold. Warm lantern‑light flickered across stone, mingling with indigo sky where the first star winked alive. Merinette’s feast spread upon a low table draped in deep‑blue cloth: carved pheasant scented with sage, glazed carrots, two crystal flutes of berry cordial, and a platter of raspberry pastries dusted with sugar that sparkled like frost. Night‑blooming thyme and lupin spilled from ceramic vases, releasing gentle fragrance that mingled with sweet pastry air.

“Her walking through restrictions? Get very used to it.” Inside the chamber was a dome of glass and crystal. No furniture. No shelves. There was just a circular platform in the center, suspended slightly above the ground, with luminous streams flowing toward it from all directions like rivers of light. Above the platform hovered a three-dimensional map of Luminary—glowing, turning slowly. Continents, cities, mountains, and oceans are all made of pure luminous threads. Seraphine’s mouth fell open. “It’s… beautiful," Rian almost cried. “This is the greatest day of my life.”