Novel & Cerita Names Lucien Can Say

His presence was sharp, like walking into a room and spotting the wolf before it bares its teeth. I straightened myself quickly. "Good evening... sirs," I said, inwardly cringing at how awkward it sounded. Caelum gave a faint smirk, rising slightly from his seat in a small gesture of welcome. “Elara, this is Lucien.” Lucien. Of course that was his name. He didn’t stand. Just watched me a second longer before offering a small smile. “You don’t have to be so formal,” he said smoothly. “Just Lucien is fine.”

He thought he’d be ready, but seeing them… it was like someone had cracked open his chest and poured light straight into him. The boy tilted his head. “Who are you?” Serena knelt beside him, her voice calm. “This is… a friend, sweetheart.” Lucien crouched down, meeting the boy’s gaze. “Hi,” he said quietly. “I’m Lucien.” The girl beside him piped up, “Lucien? That’s a weird name.” Despite himself, Lucien almost laughed. “It probably is.” The smallest girl whispered, “You have eyes like ours.”

Katerina said, keeping her focus on Rebecca. Lucien paused. Katerina frowned. “It is as though I heard his voice.” Lucien closed his eyes for a brief moment. “It felt familiar.” Katerina said. “Like I might recognise it if I heard it again.” Lucien's chest tightened. He had said one word to her. Easy. He said it without thinking and now she was remembering. What else would she remember?

I held the phone slightly away from my ear, surprised by how irritating his voice sounded now. “Where I am isn’t your concern.” He either ignored me or refused to hear it, disbelief thickening his tone. “You did this just to provoke me? You really ran off to Adrian Northwind?” “All the way north—for that woman’s son?” The arrogance in his words snapped whatever restraint I had left. “Stop.” I drew a steady breath and said, clearly and without hesitation, “Lucien, you don’t have the right to question my choices.” “Don’t call me again. Whatever we were ends here.”

He dropped the bottle then took a sip of his whiskey. "Father has sent for you" A deep masculine voice echoed in the room. "It must be urgent if he sent you to call me" Luciel finally turned around and moved towards his brother slowly. Luciel has 5 brothers and a sister, he is the second son of Lucifer. He has lived almost 500 years and has served his Father all those years in the underworld. He is known to be the only son who took the facial looks of the devil. Lucifer was so stunned when Luciel grew up to look so much like him, this made his refer to his as his favorite son. Luciel's older brother Lucas, has lived about 800 years and is the only son who has one of the 7 kingdoms of the dev

It felt like decisions sometimes dropped in his dead but he always seemed to carry it out before giving further thought to it. "Yes. What. Were. You. Thinking? You could have run into a car or ran someone over with the way you're driving. Do you think..." "Sae feneri ornatae?" He growled out to her which made her gasp. Lucien never really spoke the native language of the Vampires. He only did that on rare notes and when he did, it was never a good sign. Not only that, he mentioned Ornatae. Was he bound to someone? The questions were obvious by the expression on her face.

She paused, as if realizing something “ Wait, how do you know all that?” “ Does that really matter right now?” Kai walked and took another seat besides her. He took a deep breath before he crossed his legs, glancing at Haven from the corner of his eyes. “ Lucious,” He started. “ Has been a very obnoxious man to be honest. He’s been called all sort of names; cruel, evil, wicked.. Even a monster. Since he was a child, he’s been very reserved. He never said too much and kept mostly to himself.”

—Yes, wonderfully, Santiago is a great man. -Santiago? - Luciana asked in a whisper, when Irina was going to answer the two men arrived. —I think we can go now, Santi has arrived. — Said Saúl who at that moment looked from him to Luciana — Lu, meet my best friend Santiago O'Brien. — And then he turned to his friend — and I present to you Luciana Brown, Irina's best friend. — They both looked at each other surprised, Santiago couldn't help but look at her from top to bottom with her gaze.

CLANG Lucien gently places the glass of wine in his hand on the stool in front of him, drawing everyone's attention to him. He casts a cold look at Phil. "This is the second time you've used that derogatory term to describe Declan. If you do it again, you can forget about your life!" "What else is he if not your lackey? Hmph! Who are you to tell me what I should do?" Lucien frowns. "People, by nature, seek death. That does not surprise me. Declan is my brother and friend. If you want to know how far I can go, you can call him that nonsense again!"

He swallowed, then finally spoke. “Ermm… Zayn.” Zayn, buttoning the cuff of his shirt, turned his head. “Yes?” Lucien bit his lip. His throat felt dry. “I… I want to ask you something. But promise you won’t be angry.” That caught Zayn’s full attention. He raised an eyebrow and walked closer. “That depends. Did you do something wrong?” Lucien quickly shook his head. “It’s not exactly that. It’s just… erm…” He hesitated, fingers curling into the sheets.