Lux Sans Novels & Stories

The pressure is electric, almost unbearable. Then a voice cuts through the stillness, sharp and deliberate: “To her.” A woman steps forward, tall and poised, her beauty flawless and dangerous. Her gaze slices through me like a blade, cold, assessing, and perfectly lethal. She speaks, voice smooth yet commanding, “Explain this.” Kael’s voice follows, calm, steady, resolute. “She is my Luna.”

[Juliette’s POV] The columns of the excel sheet stared back innocently. Another one. I clicked on the box and the screen prompted for a password. In a deep inhale, I typed in the numbers and letters and pressed ENTER. Instantly, the greyed boxes cleared to reveal the costs of each item. These are exclusive to Lux Corp. Decades of business development and PR work by the head of the Lux Clan. Papa said it’s important that only the CEO of Lux Corp—and the future heir—have access to them.

Lalisa leaned backward, avoiding his lips, and said, "Haven't you gone without food for two days? Let me cook for you." "Eat you first," Louis mumbled with his lips, a daring and seductive tone, carrying her into the bedroom. "No, I don't want to return; it's too dark." Lalisa was afraid to return to that room. "I told McKay to turn on the lights," Louis said, kissing her lips again, inhaling the delightful scent on her body. "What perfume are you using?" "The cheapest one from the Sherwood Group." Lalisa said. Most products from the Sherwood Group are high-end and expensive, with only a few serving the mass market.

“Not unless you want to wait a decade for the world to catch up. You’ve tripled growth in a year. Impressive. But it’s a flame. I’m offering wildfire.” I leaned back, keeping my expression neutral. “Let’s hear it.” He slid a sleek folder across the table. Black leather, gold-embossed logo: NovaLux. “The merger,” he said smoothly. “Full-scale. House of Amara becomes NovaLux’s artisan flagship. We’ll handle manufacturing, global distribution, tech integration. Your designs get amplified. Layla’s brand becomes the face of a global rebrand. Overnight, you’re in Paris, Milan, Dubai—hell, we’ll launch in Lagos if you want. And you—”

ELENA Mr. Leo drove us to La Belle Luxe, one of the most iconic boutiques in all of Chicago. Sleek windows, golden trims, and high-end displays. It screamed class, and if you asked me, Sarah had impeccable taste. I found myself silently impressed, lips twitching in amusement as I stared out the tinted windows.

Well, only luck can tell. Luxuria is the new name of her fashion line. It will be different from Fontana. Fontana is a brand made for the wealthy people. This time Luxuria will not only cater to the rich but also the middle and lower class customers. “Have you already created a plan, Miss Harrison?” Abby asked while driving them out of the mall’s parking lot. “Yes and I wish to meet get a deal with Lois as soon as possible. I want to discuss few things with him before I can start.”

I moved over to the reading chair and opened up my laptop that I had kept earlier on the table. I needed to check the designs that Carox Clothing had sent for us to work on for them. My company which I'm still in the process of securing under my name, Liv Luxe Industries, is a manufacturing company, we produce and own a diverse range of brands In California, including Clothing, perfume, scented candles, footwear, and many more, I've always dreamed of having my own manufacturing Company since I was young, and now that I'm almost about to have it, I'm determined to do whatever it takes to protect and grow Liv Luxe Industries.

"Alright, let's do it." The vendor held out his scanning gun and scanned the ring and then Jack's cuff. "Have a very nice day!" He said as they left. "Anything else we need?" Jack asked. "How about a book?" Lexi said. Jack laughed. "Alright, let's see if we can find a bookstore. I'm warning you, they might not have any in paper." Lexi frowned. "Can we at least look?" Jack nodded.

This time, she didn't have to make some excuse about it raining outside to gloss things over. "I heard Xander say that you came back for the Byte Technologies project. It's almost Black Friday. Do you need support from ME Group?" ME was the top makeup brand globally. "Aunt Hestia, would you be willing to endorse me?" "Who else would I endorse?"

"I—" "Sorry doesn’t change the fact that you’re late," Madame Varna interrupted, her eyes narrowing. "Again. This is becoming a habit, Lune, and I’m running a business here, not a charity. Do you think the fabric will weave itself?" Lune swallowed hard, feeling the sting of guilt. She had been distracted, but explaining that to Madame Varna felt pointless. The older woman had no interest in excuses, only results. "I know," Lune mumbled, casting her gaze downward. "It won't happen again."