Names Lucien Can Say Novels & Stories

The crying continued, soft but painful. Lucien frowned slightly. Young Master? What kind of situation is this? For a moment, he thought he was dead and this was the afterlife, because he clearly remembered how he died. He was not any “young master.” No one had ever cried for him like this. He was Lucien Morningstar, the son of a military doctor, Morningstar Zeus. His entire family had given their lives to the country, yet in the end, all they received was humiliation, betrayal, and a painful death.

"You've broken promises before." "Not this one." For a brief moment, neither man spoke. The silence between them felt older than the tunnel itself. Adrian finally broke it. "Who are you?" Lucien turned toward him. "I've had many titles." "Explorer." "Scholar." "Traitor." "Kingmaker." He smiled faintly. "But none of them matter." "What matters..." He glanced at the journal inside Adrian's backpack. "...is what you're carrying." "The journal?" "No." "The missing page."

Naomi's Pov I didn't bother to look at who had just spoken, but Lucian's voice yelled out in response, "Who dares to see me? I'm in the middle of something, don't you see?" His voice was filled with rage, and I could see his fangs showing through the mask. I knew things were about to escalate. I knew how Lucian got pissed off about just little things. He might as well make the young man a prey, if he wasn't careful.

They walked in silence through the woods, the moonlight bathing everything in ghostly silver. After a while, Elias glanced up at him. "What's your name?" he asked, voice small. Lucian huffed a soft laugh. "Lucian." "Why are you out here alone? You don't have friends?" Elias pressed, needing to fill the silence. Lucian’s mouth twitched. "I have friends." "And family?" Elias asked. Lucian didn’t respond. The silence stretched painfully long. Elias swallowed hard, feeling the sadness radiating from him like a second skin.

Alora's Pov Lucien’s hand is a dead weight on my waist as he grips me. The second he spots a high-ranking senator across the room, he disposes me. "Marcel," Lucien says, his voice smooth as the scotch he's been sipping. "Keep my fiancée entertained for a moment, will you? I’d hate for her to look bored in a room full of people who adore her." Without waiting for an answer, he takes my hand and drops it into Marcel’s. A casual move that feels like being traded between two different lifetimes. Lucien strolls away, radiating the kind of ego that only comes from owning everything you see.

Lucien walked in on us. The word “boy” must have gotten his attention. “What boy?” He asked. Sloane stiffens slightly. I didn’t. “He’s from her university,” I replied evenly. “She’d like us to meet him.” Lucien twenty years ago would have said no immediately. But Lucien now… understands better. “Bring him,” He said. Sloane blinks. “Really?” He nods once. “What does he study?” “Finance.” “Family?” A slight hesitation.

Lucien said. "School is a great place...to find friends that is" I jeered and them Lucien and I laughed. "From the way things are going I think you would make a great mating partner" Lucien said and shocked I was again. "Excuse me?" I asked confused. "He didn't tell you, we are supposed to get married" "What?!" I said in uttermost shock.

, bluey closed her mouth with her hands to conceal her laughter after whispering. Lucien did say anything, his face was rigid and it gave off no expression. You couldn't tell what he was feeling. “He is the reason I have so much power now Veronica”. Lucien was powerful and dangerous and at one time his name was very popular for being ruthless. Get gas the nick name, business man by day , assassin by night. These rumors got into Xander's ears but he was quite young that's why he couldn't remember. But he knew his name brought chaos.