Novel Lucia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

There, in the margins, Weston’s ghost lived on in faint scrawl: “I trust you… to burn me if you must.” Savannah approached, each breath taut with fury stitched into control. She was a daughter, a mother, a weapon now. "You taught me fear," she said. Her voice wasn't loud—it corroded. Lucia didn’t blink. Her fingers moved over the notebook, pausing like she could read its contents through touch. Her expression was the practiced neutrality of empires—perfectly still, faintly disapproving. "Fear is currency," Lucia murmured. "My currency."

The one of Elana, Luca, and Isabella. Elana stiffened. “You think he knows about my daughter?” “I think he’s counting on what you’d do to protect her.” The room was still for a moment. “Why now, Lucia?” Elana asked quietly. “You disappeared for years.” Lucia’s voice cracked. “Because I’ve already lost one family to this world. I’m not going to sit by and watch you lose yours.” A beat passed, heavy and sharp. Then Luca entered the room, silent as a storm. His eyes landed on Lucia, hard and suspicious.

even if it means kidnapping her and taking her back forcefully. Lucia was bored, all alone in the mansion since she had nowhere to go. She then decided to take a walk around the mansion so she could get a bit familiar with the place. After a while, she reached a part of the mansion which looked dormant. like it's been locked for a long time. something like a basement. Lucia got curious, but she also didn't want to invade Graciela's private place. she looked through the windows from outside the room, although the dusty yellow curtains inside the room somehow blocked her views from seeing what was inside.

Lucia snarked. I leaned forward in my chair, resting my elbows on my knees. "Lucia, I don't want to be at war with you—" "Do you know what they did to me?!" Lucia shouted, stopping anything else I might have wanted to say. "I don't," I replied. "But if you want to tell me…" "I was a revolving door for El Lobo's men!" Lucia said, tears starting to roll down her cheeks. "El Lobo thought he was saving me for something or someone—I don't know—but that's not how it worked out. That's not how it worked out at all!"

And not some mere mortal. Lucia was lying flat on her bed, despite not eating dinner, she has grown thin and she wanes from worries day by day. Tired from parking she saw a shadow cast upon her as she raised her head to her right, she snapped immediately and from what was in the woman's eyes, tonight is going to be excruciatingly long, She raised her hands folded alongside the sharp object she yielded and turn the bed shredded. By now Lucia had rolled down the bed falling onto the floor, the darkness that was illuminated by the moon helped Lucia as she gaped her mouth with her hand looking for an escape route.

she stammered, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks, "you're welcome, Lucian. I’m glad I could help.” I offered her a genuine smile, appreciating her kind demeanor in this unfamiliar world. "I appreciate it, nonetheless. Your knowledge has been invaluable to me." As I spoke, I noticed that some of the scattered books and scrolls around her seemed to be related to Lycan history and curses. It gave me the idea that perhaps Lucy held more knowledge than she realized. Her gaze followed mine and her curiosity seemed to overcome her initial fear. "Lucian," she began cautiously, her voice tinged with curiosity, "I've read many stories about you, about the Cursed Lycan King, the Lord of Chaos. Are

Brittney explained cautiously looking straight at Lucia. Lucia nodded and finished her porridge hurriedly. She lost interest in speaking to Brittney. She threw the empty food pack and walked to the bed. "Luci aren't you going to join me in the cake?" She shook her head and proceeded to climb into bed. "Luci take a bite. It's just one bite." Lucia stared at the cake for a while without a word, she sat on the bed. Brittney cut out a piece and handed it to her.

I could already see things moving further south. *** ~ *Lucia POV* I stopped my red car in front of a five-star restaurant. I closed my eyes, trying to convince myself for the last time that this wasn't entirely wrong. It wasn't like I wanted to see Jason. It wasn't like I was cheating on Bruno. I opened my eyes, freeing myself from the seatbelt. I took a good look at myself; though things were over, I didn't want anything to look off when I met him. Bruno took good and special care of me, and I wanted to show it off.

"If you’re having second thoughts, we can stop right now—" "—I thought I’d never have the courage to leave this house, to walk away from Lucas. But I guess everything has its limits. I can’t keep being a martyr for a man who’s been cheating on me," Lucia interrupted, her voice thick with tears. She tore her gaze from the house, wiped away the tears streaming down her cheeks, and turned to face Noah.

"I love you. Goodnight." The call ended. Lucia sat with the phone in her lap and stared at the wall looking sullen. If only she had power to disappear and appear, she would quickly disappear to Alex place and come back without Diego knowing. She lay back on the bed and closed her eyes but sleep did not. She later fell asleep, somewhere between thinking about Alex's voice and trying not to think about Diego's eyes at the dinner table. --- She woke up hearing a voice. It was quite low but sounded urgent and it was coming from somewhere down the hall.