Names Lucien Can Say Novels & Stories

Lucien unconsciously touched the back of his neck while averting his eyes from Eleana nervously. "Why are you calling me, Landen? My name is Lucien, Eleana, not Landen." Lucien tried to avoid the situation by denying everything. It finally made Eleana chuckle. He had the nerve to continue with his pretense. Lucien stopped in his tracks and looked at Eleana with an unfathomable gaze.

He’s drunk, this isn’t good. “Lucien, listen to me…”

He signals the nearest medical keepers, who step forward to guide her back to the secure isolation room. As her boots drag across the stone path, the old Luna suddenly freezes, a strange, sharp curiosity clearing her eyes as she turns her head back to look at Lucien's massive frame. "Young commander, state your name to my memory," she requests, her voice completely steady and full of weird urgency. Lucien blinks, caught off guard by her sudden clarity—it is the absolute first time she has ever demanded his identity since his fleet moved her to this sector. "Lucien Afolayan," he responds, his inner wolf alert.

~Luciennne~ Reluctantly, I took the phone from Killian, my fingers trembling slightly as I brought it to my ear. "Hello?" I greeted tentatively, trying to keep my voice steady despite the nerves churning in my stomach. "Luna Elena?" I called out, my voice tinged with a mix of apprehension and determination. "This is Lucienne speaking." There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Luna Elena's voice came through, sharp and demanding. "Lucienne," she spat, her tone dripping with disdain. "Where is Killian? I demand to speak with him immediately."

Clearing his throat, he spoke eloquently, "It's getting cold. I think you should turn in for the night." "I will soon. Thanks," I said. When the footsteps didn't retreat, I turned my head slightly to the right. "Is there something else you'd like to say, Yuhan?" Yuhan was Lucian's right hand man. He was a demon that was granted some of Lucian's power. Not only was he strong, he was reserved, kind, and intuitive. I grew to like him more than I would've imagined. "You should just talk to him. Oh my devil, you both are so stubborn," he sighed.

“Thank you, Theo. What you’ve done for me today, no one else would have.” “You’re welcome.” He met my hand with a wide smile. “If you ever need me, I’m just a call away. But for that.” He paused with a chuckle. “We’ll need to exchange numbers.” “No need for that.” A harsh voice cut in, I turned around to find Lucian, his eyes brimming with contempt. “There is no need for anyone to take care of my wife.” “Lucian, please—” He didn’t let me finish. “First, you lie about being pregnant, and now, you’re flirting with another man?”

She looked at Lucien and asked sharply, "Why didn't you knock?" Lucien remained calm this time, showing no anger at her speaking with someone else. "This is my house," he said simply. Cynthia clenched her phone tightly. So she didn't even have privacy anymore? "What's your son's name?" Lucien walked into the room and sat at the edge of the bed, like he intended to have a real conversation. "Harley." "Harley Jean?" Lucien pressed. Jean—Gerald's surname. She had mentioned Gerald's full name during a fight before. Apparently, he remembered.

“I hate speeches.” Julian smirked. “Just imagine everyone naked.” “I already do that.” Julian nearly tripped on the steps laughing. They stood together under the floral arch, mics in hand, looking out at the sea of faces, and at Lucien and Imani holding hands below. Julian went first. “Lucien is… terrifying when he’s angry, too calm when he’s scheming, and far too rich for his own good. But despite all that, he’s also loyal to the bone. He loves deeply. And when he decides to stand beside someone, he’s immovable.”

Lucien didn’t hold back either. My breathing became heavy. I couldn’t believe he would speak to me in that manner. Even if he didn’t want to support my decision — I hadn’t even made the decision yet, there were other ways he could have spoken to me. He was being rude and I couldn’t tolerate that kind of behavior. “Who gave you the audacity to call me stupid?” I growled at him, my chest rising and falling with rage. Lucien stood up, his gaze fixed on me. “I didn’t call you stupid. I just thought you were done behaving like you have a death wish or something. I didn’t expect you to still be naive when it comes to your family.”

“This woman tried to kill your fiancee. How can you be totally unaffected by that?” Lucien took a menacing step towards the detective, enough to make him cower and retreat. In a leveled tone, he responded. “I don’t have a fiancee, officer. The woman you think is my fiancee is nothing but a liar. Not many people know this, but I'm willing to tell you for free.”