Lux Arcadia Novels & Stories

Lucia's presence loomed outside, and instinctively, Amelia sought refuge in the closet, her desire to remain hidden overpowering. I opened the door, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Lucia stood before me, a seductive smile gracing her lips. Her intentions were clear, her words laced with temptation. "Alaric," she purred, her voice dripping with desire, "I can be your queen. Make love to me now. I want you, and I know you want me too."

“I know more than you think little girl! you are the first woman to be by Lenox side, so how can you just be a plaything? I guess that you are his mate, right? When I wanted to speak up, my body slump on the chair and sweat trickled down my forehead to my neck. I felt that I could not even breath well and the suffocation was killing me. … Lucien POV… It has been hectic since I came back to from city Y. I thought that with the mayor’s statement, those people will definitely give up, but I did not expect that they will cook up yet some another lie. I have been busy since I landed and I haven’t even spent time with Camilla. There were problems left, right and center and I did not know what to d

she repeated. It was obvious Luca wanted to speak but he couldn't. Aurora understood that he was in actual excruciating pain but was only acting strong because of her. It made her feel more emotional. Alex came out of Luca's Maybach, laughing like a hyena. While Luca was dieing in the bosom of his wife, he was actually happy. Leaning against Luca's Maybach, he watched the touching actions of the couple and laughed to stupor. He dialed a number and spoke into the phone,

Lucrezia laughed as all of them started walking back to the mansion. The day progressed as pleasant as it had since Ada had arrived. Later though Lucrezia had an anxiety attack when one of the warrior’s new shampoo smell drifted towards them making her freeze and eyes glaze over reminding of things Ada could only suspect. To take her mind off of it they made gelato together in the large modern kitchen. By dinner time Lucrezia was back to being calm and wasn’t forcing a smile on her face so Ada knew she was as content inside as she could be that day.

“No biggie then. I'll just drive slowly next to you until we get to school." “Okay okay, fine!" I get into the car and slam the door with a deep sigh. Kirrian Ashcroft is just as frustrating as his brother. He might not have joined the others in bullying me, but that doesn't make him better. Coming to Arcadia, I promised myself to steer clear of the rich kids and he's not exempted from that least. Especially now that there's a possibility of him being my mate. The ride back to school is painfully long and at some point I think I'd lose my mind just from sitting next to Arcadia's Casanova. The silence that fills the car doesn't really help.

But tonight was different. They’d been at a charity gala, and downed a lot of champagne. The partition was down, which was unusual, but not unheard of. Luca could see them in the mirror: ties loosened, sleeves rolled up, the top buttons of their shirts undone. Alexander’s hand rested casually on Julian’s thigh. Julian’s fingers toyed with the stem of an empty glass. “Luca,” Alexander said, voice smooth as velvet. “Yes, sir?” “Take the long route home. The scenic one.”

Luca and his team argued over every detail as if it were a huge global crisis. They finally picked a midnight blue suit. It fit so well that it felt like liquid on my skin. I wore a crisp white shirt and no tie. Those Italian shoes probably cost more than my old rent did. When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. "Now you look like you belong on Aldric Fenmore's arm," Luca purred. "I feel like a doll." “Darling, you're arm candy for billionaire Aldric at a society gala tonight. Your job is simple. Make every Alpha jealous of him, and every Omega jealous of you.”

I dug my fingers into the grass, enjoying the cool green scent of my garden. Arcadia is a strange part of Above. It can be whatever you want it to be; a memory, a perfect representation of a real place, a surreal world of oil pastel and golden light... whatever you need. It can be affected by your mood, who you're with, what you ate... It's a blank canvas, but what it ends up presenting you is not always what you expected. So I sat on the gentle slope and stared at the old oak that had been a young oak when I was buried beneath it.

She stomped outside to have one more word with her but instead saw she and her husband driving out in a flashy car. The lady on the counter ran out, calling. “Sir Damien, Sir Damien, don’t you need the table again?” Lucy turned to the lady. “Who is that guy?” The lady gave her a condescending look. “Haven’t you heard of the Wade’s? He was willing to be our shareholder even if we’re small and he gives good marketing advice too.” No words could Lucy form as she gawked at the flashy car driving at top speed. Should she have annoyed her cousin who somehow married a wealthy rich man?

Jealousy boiled off him so thick I could taste it—hot, ugly, like acid on snow. Lila stepped between us like a shield, arms crossed, her voice cutting like a honed blade. “The only desperate one here is you, Marcus, still sniffing around what you never had a claim to. Rose didn’t throw anything away—she claimed what the old magic gave her. And if your precious eastern packs want to whine about it, let them. The Accord just reminded everyone that sovereigns don’t need permission slips from entitled pups with silver spoons.”