Names Lucien Can Say Novels & Stories

A gruff and well-educated voice called out to Lucian. Lucian looked around, then looked at the gentleman. Looking closer he realized that he was an older version of the man he saw in the microflach. This must be the Fire Marshall that adopted Arabella. Lucian wiped his suddenly sweaty hands on his new blue jeans and stepped forward. “No Sir, I don’t believe I’m lost. At least I hope not after a ride like that.” Lucian gave a half laugh. The man did not smile. “My name is Lucian Alexander.” No recognition lit the old man’s face. “I’m here to see Arabella. We have unfinished business.” Jack gave Lucian a sour look. He did not like the looks of this guy.

But Lucien spoke first, his voice liks knives piercing my skin. “You are wondering why I am here again Little Luna, after you got me thrown out ,” he said. He smiled his fake smile. “Do not worry. I was invited. One of the lycan guests invited me to discuss a business deal. A very important deal. So you see, I have every right to be here.” His eyes looked me up and down. They felt dirty on my skin. I remembered his hands on me in my past life. I remembered the knife.

Detached. And then he begins. I drop my eyes to my notebook. Mia mutters beside me, “How does he look that good this early?” “He’s the only lecturer the male students are crushing on,” Kiera says, leaning her chin on her palm. Mia chuckles. “I know, right? His body is worth dying for.” Lucien reaches the whiteboard and writes one word in big, deliberate strokes: POWER. He turns, marker still in hand. “Who has it. Who abuses it. Who loses it. That’s our theme today.”

She leaned forward, and the ocean trembled with her voice. “Lucien of the Ashborn. Son of exile and fire. Why do you call us now?” Lucien bowed, not low, but with the precision of a man who knew diplomacy lived beside death. “I come seeking truce.” A ripple passed through the circle. “No one seeks truce unless they are losing.” He met her gaze without flinching. “Then perhaps I am wiser than most.” Laughter skittered through the depths, high, cold, like glass breaking beneath pressure.

“Good morning to you too, sunshine.” I push myself up on my elbows and watch her move around the room like she owns it, which, honestly, she does. Her hair is a little tousled, her makeup is smudged, and she’s humming under her breath. “Where were you?” I ask, even though the answer feels painfully obvious. She grins. “Went home with him.” I snort. “I’m not even surprised… So what’s his name?” She drops onto the edge of the bed dramatically. “His name is Lucien. Thirty-two. Owns a wine distribution company. Speaks three languages, makes a mean omelet, and snores just enough to be annoying but not enough to ruin the experience.”

It got intense minutes later after the coach already removed some players. “Can you tell which team would win?” the boy next to her ask. “I’m not sure,” Julianne said, her concentration still at the people playing. “I guess you don’t like being distracted.” Julianne blinked immediately and turned to look at him. She saw him looking at her with a smile playing on his lips. She said immediately, “I’m sorry, I was just… I didn’t know you wanted to have a conversation with me.” “You don’t have to be sorry every time,” he said and stretched out his hand for a handshake. “My name is Lucien.”

I am popular around kids because their parents are involved in the underworld. “I can't believe you are my older sister!,” I pulled away. “Well. Things happen,” I smiled. “Lucien Alden,” Lucian said shortly, Adrian smiled brightly, he pulled Lucas into a bri hug. “It's nice meeting both of you. I hear a lot of you, sir,” he smiled. “I am happy, I have older ones. Thanks for coming…,” he said. “Yeah,” Lucien commented, I guess I am not the only awkward one here.

He gave her a questioning look. “What!?” Brianna asked as soon as she noticed his mien. “Babe…?” Lucien whined. Brianna tittered at his looks. To her, Lucien looked so funny. “What do you want me to say?” She asked with a “duh”. “Anything…!” Lucien replied anxiously. “At least, say something other than my name… or whatever you can think of…” he added, vexed. “Ahhh, okay!” Brianna replied indifferently.

He stopped at the railing, put his palms flat on the cold metal, and the city breathed back at him. Daniel stretched, hands in the pockets of his coat. “I wasn't saying anything,” he offered. His grin asked for trouble. Lucien didn't turn. “You were saying something earlier.” “About what?” “About my baby being familiar.” Lucien's jaw tightened as the word ‘baby’ left his mouth. He didn't like pet names, and he wouldn't have an answer if you asked him why he used pet names with Noah.