Names Lucien Can Say Novels & Stories

There was something about him although his expression was pleasant. He was walking straight toward me. He stopped a few feet from where I stood. “Mrs. Stormrider,” he greeted. His voice was smooth, charming even. “A pleasure to finally meet you.” I blinked. “I’m sorry, have we met?” He smiled. “Not officially. I’m Lucien. Business associate of your husband.” That name. I had heard it before, briefly mentioned by Ronan. But this was our first face-to-face. Lucien didn’t wait for an invitation. He stepped closer, just enough to be heard over the speech in the background.

His eyes were an unusual violet color that seemed almost unnatural under the fluorescent lights. "Pleasure to meet you all," Lucien said, his voice carrying a faint British accent. "I look forward to skating with you."

She scoffed at his words, and then dropped one hand on her waist sweeping her hip towards the left. "And when are you going to say so?" Lucien frowned while staring at her. He was down with a bad headache and he had no time for talks like this. "Just leave before I loose it." He said, and walked towards his window to draw down the curtains and close down the window. "Don't you want to get married to me? Or do I irritate you so much that you chose a slave to me? A slave who caused your entire pack misery and left you an orphan."

He asked. "That is for later. For now, I do not know." Lucian sighed. They arrived back at his mansion, and Lucian made his way straight to his master bedroom. He stepped inside and locked the door, then took his shirt off and grabbed his phone. He dialed his father's phone number and waited for him to pick up. "Hello, father." He spoke once his father answered the call. [Lucian] His father, Mr. Adolf, responded. "I want to ask you a question." Lucian began.

“It only happens that Lucia has her special ability. If not for her, you’re a lump of dead meat by now.” “If you say so. Believe in what makes you comfortable, and keep on fooling yourself.” He muttered before turning his back. “I want to go home. I’ll check on Asher.” I speak. “Not now Luna.” “You can’t stop me.” I stand up from the bed and walk closer to him. “I’m a vaewolf Lucien, you can’t stop me. No one can.” I whispered. But instead of him shutting me up. He smiled sweetly, I’ve never seen those smiles before. He walks closer to me.

The remaining Councillors voted Lucien as the next High Lord after Stefano’s father retired. “What are you doing here, Lucien?” Stefano asked, heading to the bar in the corner of the living room to pour himself a glass of wine. “I see that you keep the place intact,” Lucien said, continued to look around the portraits on the walls of the living room. His strong French accent indicated he had been spending time in France. Lucien was never the type who stayed in one place permanently. After the wars stopped, he began to travel around, adapting more cultures and languages.

His face was hard as stone, and his hair which was neatly styled was now ruffled. “I need everyone’s attention please” He said, in a loud voice and the chatter in the room died down instantly. “I am sure most of you already know who I am. But for those who don’t, my name is Lucien. Alpha Joseph's son. Yeah, I grew up in another country with my aunt, so it's not a surprise that y’all don’t know me.” Nobody made a sound, and he continued. “I am so sorry to interrupt whatever it is you all must have been doing, but I have a very important announcement to make”

She glared at Audrey. ​ “Well, well, well. If it isn’t the little gold-digger herself. Anna,was it?” ​ “Her name is Audrey,” Lucien answered, his fists clenched at his sides. “And will not speak to my wife in that manner!” ​ “Don’t raise your voice at me.I’m your aunt!” ​ “You stop being my aunt a long time ago!”Lucien voice was dark. He was angry, but Audrey detected a heavy sadness as well.

he said, lip curling around the word as if he were proud to own it, “will you stand between it and us? Or will you watch us be brave for you?” “I will stand between any mouth and any city,” Lucien said. He did not raise his voice. He allowed the cranes to draw the line for him. “And I will not applaud when you call being eaten bravery.” The room tried on silence again, found it tight through the shoulders, and took it off.

If he needed to talk sense into his brothers, he would. “We can’t just stand here and fold our hands, expecting it to be nothing.” His voice was thick with emotion as he spoke. “Aria could very well be freezing out there in the cold…” he paused for effect. “Before it’s too late.” He finished. Lucien stepped forward from where his back rested against the shelf of books and candles. “I do not know about any of you, but I am going there to get my woman back.” He said. His eyes flinched with the promise.