Novel Lucerne Orlando Novels & Stories

Instead, her presence was elegant, confident, and free-spirited. But when she was in Lorenzo’s arms, her ears turned pink, and she exuded the charm of a young wife. It was interesting. In all the times he had seen her, she always seemed like a strong, competent woman. But now, seeing her so shy, it stirred something in him. Orlando smiled faintly. “Alright, I’ll try.” What neither of them noticed was Lucas, perched on a nearby hill with binoculars, muttering under his breath, “Useless fool.”

“There’s no way the Moon Goddess would curse me with you.” Her face flushed with humiliation, and the world felt like it was spinning. Laughter echoed around her, cruel and unforgiving. “Curse?” she repeated, struggling to hear her own voice. “Look at you, Sara,” Quentin mocked, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “A weak, wolfless orphan? How could someone like you ever be Luna of Soomdale? You’re a disaster waiting to happen.” Each word landed like a slap. She didn’t even want to be Luna. All she had wanted… was him.

Despite her words, Felicity was still smiling, clearly used to her friends’ questions. Lucy took out the book she’d gotten at Alex’s bookstore. “You have a great selection of old-school romances. I couldn’t believe it when I saw this one on your shelf.” “You were in the store? I must’ve been on break.” Alex took the book and started laughing. “I know this one! The cover is fantastic. Look at the unicorn in the corner. Why the hell is there a unicorn? It’s set in New Orleans in 1885!” “Do you ever need a reason for unicorns?” said Gwen.

How strange. Luna's mind must have wandered because she jolted a little hearing Lamea's voice. "When our father was just a young prince, King Lucio, his father arranged to marry him off to one of the powerful witch family from Grendlar. The King meant to strengthen his hold to the throne and to ensure powerful grandchildren to take the throne. He said that this idea had come from his dreams. And fairy dreams are never to be ignored for they are rare. The chosen girl was Ilcid. She was beautiful and possessed great power. Our father in respect to the king’s proposal, agreed without any qualms. For he believes the king only meant well.”

Just the smell of ozone and unfinished responsibility lingering in the air. Selena stood there alone, blinking at the decaying altar while water from the storm began trickling across the stone floor like it was staging a coup. Her eye twitched. Her soul twitched. Her lower back twitched because she’d landed like a sack of wet laundry. God knew she tried. She recited every spell she vaguely remembered from internet rabbit holes. “Abracadabra,” “Leviosa”—not “Leviosar,” she corrected herself mid-prayer—and even, in desperation, “Escucha las palabras de las brujas, los secretos escondidos en la noche...” while raising her hands like she was in a soap opera for witches.

While he was staring at a creature munching on a reddish substance, the garden rumbled. All the spirits stared at him waiting for him to do something in response but he only watched. The garden rumbled again and Lucifer saw a particular tree rustling its leaves violently. He moved slowly to it, his eyes fastened on the large branches and the restless leaves. He was so engrossed in it, he almost missed the figure moving on the floor. The figure looked around the garden with a confused expression then he got up and stood on his two feet.

His two hands slowly pushed the door revealing a library that looked luxurious, although it was still less grand than the palace. “Aish, why did you take us to the library! Even though we don't like reading books," Lucas complained giddily. "I like it, I'm the owner of the house after all, so it's only natural that I invite you to this place." "Well, it's better if I obey you than beheaded." In an abandoned building, two traitors were seen whipping slaves who did not obey their orders until they fell unconscious. Having been away for a long time, Mr. Orlando decided to return to his residence as if nothing had happened.

Andros smiling like he’d just stolen dessert together with and the secret recipe. The next page smelled faintly of orange peel tucked there in 1985 and still making its fragrant point. Lucia calls lemons by name and sets down two glasses. I think she is conjuring weather. I smiled despite myself. Some women bake; others rewrite climate. I turned another page. The ink darkened—a slower hand, or maybe just a deeper thought.

Her family had just purchased the mansion, and so he couldn't just go on, as that would be trespassing. Who was he kidding? He was Lucan Vale, he could go inside and out of the place, do what he wanted to do and no one would detect him. However, he wasn't going to do that, he wanted to do it the legal way, because he wanted to know why Selene's family bought the property.

As she finished bathing, she emerged from the bathroom, the weight of her thoughts still lingering. Puzzled by her own reactions, Lucinda couldn't help but wonder what was happening to her. She felt suffocated when Lucifer touched her, and the once familiar connection seemed distant. In her inner turmoil, thoughts of Ralph began to surface, and she questioned if her feelings were shifting towards him. Driven by a need for answers, Lucinda mustered the courage to confront Lucifer in his chamber. The atmosphere was tense as she approached him on his imposing throne. His gaze met hers, filled with an icy coldness, reflecting the underlying turmoil within him.