Lux Arcadia Novels & Stories

to tuck in. When my appetite was appeased, my natural curiosity had me wandering around the corridors, and I soon realised that Lahmal lived in the same luxury as Lucien. Every room was opulent and ostentatious to the extreme, with solid gold fixtures and fittings, beautiful linens and furs. It did not impress me; I had never shaken off my slavelike beginnings, when I had nothing but threadbare sheets and hand-me-down clothes. Lucien wanted to dress me in haute couture designer clothes and was very offended when I refused, preferring jeans and T-shirts. Of course, I had submitted to wearing them on more formal occasions; I knew that, as Lucien was the Lycan King, I could not look like a wai

She said and took a sip of her hot chocolate. “This is quite tame and thrifty compared to my colleagues.” He shrugged, and she almost choked on her drink. “Tame!” She sputtered. Alaric’s house was tame?! Tame? How in the world was it tame? If that was their own version of tame, then what was their luxury? Did they leave in giant mansions and palaces? “There are a lot of pecks of being a teacher, Nox-Luminis. An elite teacher enjoys even more.” Alaric winked at her.

Marcus replied, his face a mask of cold efficiency as he vanished back into the main hall, his thumb already flying across his encrypted screen as the call connected. Adrian turned back to Lydia, his hands sliding down to her waist, pulling her body tight against his chest. The sheer brilliance of her play, the absolute elegance of her new position, left him utterly intoxicated. She was no longer just the woman he loved, the woman he had sworn to protect from the vultures of New York society; she was an equal sovereign, a brilliant titan who had just handed him the blade to decapitate their greatest rival.

Lillian. “So, remind me again why I let you bribe me with imported cigars and front-row tickets to that stupid racing thing?” Luca leaned against the counter next to me, nursing a martini he hadn’t touched. “This place reeks of desperation and old money. And the shrimp is soggy.” I gave him a sidelong glance. “You love desperation. You thrive on it.” “Touche.” He swirled the drink absently. “Still, I expected something more dramatic. You’ve barely looked her way since I chastised you.” he wiped imaginary tears, “I'm proud of you, son.”

The old Lancaster was still the rightful owner of the business and the cabinet supreme too. "Look father, he ruined my shoes...what kind of servants are you keeping?" Aunt Macy complained with a puppy expression which didn't suit her obese figure and extremely makeup-caked face. She intentionally mocked Khuraan by calling him a servant. Ecca’s own family was trying to put her down.

His voice cracked as he whispered fiercely into her ear, “You’ve given me everything, Maddie. Everything.” Darcus chuckled deeply. He slipped an arm around Lucinda’s waist and pulled her close. “Looks like Marcus has beaten me to it,” he teased, his eyes glinting with mischief. Then, louder, so all could hear, he said, “Don’t worry, my Luna, I’ll put a child in you soon enough.” The hall erupted in laughter, whistles, and claps. Lucinda’s face burned, her jaw dropping in embarrassment as she smacked Darcus’s arm lightly. “Darcus!” she hissed, though her own laugh betrayed her happiness.

-Désolé, but Mme Lucia n'est pas pour le moment. Marcus nodded, and just as the butler was about to close the door, the butler interrupted him - there was an urge screaming inside him to do so. -I am called Marcus, s'il vous plaît, je... je suis le fils de Mme Lucia. The butler's almond eyes widened and his mouth dropped to the floor as he opened the door. And moments later Marcus and Amy found themselves settled in a luxurious gray velvet room with light roses. Wow, my mother has won in life. Wow, Marcus' mother is the dream of many.

Bodies tangled shamelessly—males thrusting deep into dancers while those same dancers pleasured Lycan mates with hungry mouths. Each angle was a tableau of lust, the air thick with moans. Some scenes bordered on the unreal: an Alpha bending his mate in two, her legs held high while she fingered a dancer to the brink of ecstasy. Others plunged into raw, animalistic coupling—some taking their mates anally, others going hard and unrestrained. Arcadians were famed for their appetites, and tonight the banquet hall was their playground. From the corner of her eye, Mira saw Nicolas shift in his seat. His Adam’s apple bobbed; his hands curled into fists as though resisting the urge to snap. The scen

“Luca, you romantic FOOL.” Luca glared daggers. “I am not romantic. It was logical.” Aria laughed. “He brought out a ring under a jacaranda tree—” “ROMANTIC,” Lucia declared. Marco wiped his eyes. “I can’t believe it.” Lucia shushed him. “Let me have my moment.” Aria smiled down at Leon, who was crawling around on the rug, stealing cookies from the coffee table. “I think Leon’s the only one acting normal.”

“The others were Adrian’s.” Adrian. The name alone was poison. A rival who didn’t play by rules, who thrived on chaos. Where I built empires from discipline and control, he built kingdoms from ash and ruin. And now, he wanted mine. “Then Adrian’s mask is off,” I muttered. “Good. Makes it easier to cut off his head.” A murmur rippled through the room. But Luca wasn’t finished. He slid a photograph across the table. A warehouse. Abandoned. Crumbling. The kind of place where devils did their work.