Novel Lucia Novels & Stories

He glanced at her with mild curiosity, clearly not buying the performance but intrigued nonetheless. “You’re already there? Great. Wait for me, I’m almost there,” Lucia cooed before ending the call with a soft hum. She slipped her phone back into her pocket and turned in her seat, glancing at the back row. Luciana was curled up with her knees drawn to her chest, her head resting against the car window. She had drifted off to sleep somewhere between the first argument and the tollgate. Luca, on the other hand, sat beside her, her gaze locked on the blur of the outside world. Her expression was unreadable, calm yet distant, as if her mind were miles away from the noise around her.

“Sisters tell each other the things no one else believes.” I think of Leah’s dreams. Of knowing Livia before Rome. Of information bleeding sideways through time and intimacy. “Did Lucia work with Aurelia?” I ask, the name tasting bitter. The woman’s eyes sharpen instantly. “You know that word,” she says. “Yes.” Her gaze holds mine. “Then you know enough to be dangerous.” “I know enough to be lied to,” I say. She considers that. Then nods. “Lucia was not officially employed by anyone,” she says. “She was a student. Brilliant. Curious. Curious enough to be useful.”

Nova was deeply engrossed in her reading, a non-fiction book on business strategies that she had picked up on a whim. The sound of footsteps interrupted her thoughts, and she looked up to see Lucia entering the room. Franco’s mother was as impeccably dressed as ever, her sleek dark hair styled perfectly, and her sharp features softened only slightly by the faint smile on her lips. And deep down, Nova wondered why she didn't like putting on casual clothes when she was at home. “What are you reading, dear?” Lucia asked as she approached Nova, her tone light yet tinged with curiosity. Nova smiled, holding up the book for her to see. “It’s called The Lean Startup. It’s about how to effectively s

What will it be like to be in his arms all night " She thought of it and held her pillow tightly . She felt a wet liquid slid into her panties down to her laps and she stood up . This was not the first time she had cum while thinking of Lucien and this won't be the last . .... Lucia got on her bed and took a jotter lying on the table and started scribbling some things she would need to do if she wants to regain her memory fast so she can get out of here . And first things first was to get a job . She wasn't going to ask Lucien for any help ,she was going to go job hunting herself and scout for a good job anywhere.

he asked, his voice steady but low, almost intimate in the quiet cabin. She nodded slowly. “I… guess. Still trying to figure out what just happened.” He gave her a look that was half amusement, half concern. “Take your time. We’ve got a ride ahead.” Lucia let out a soft breath. “I suppose you don’t know much about me.” “Not enough,” he replied. “But I want to.” She turned toward the window, watching buildings blur past, then spoke, “I’m an orphan. I was told my parents died in a car crash. It was sudden. One day I had a family, and the next… just silence.”

Glass doors let in the soft light from the rainy morning, a few people sat quietly on couches, some reading, others staring at nothing. A nurse moved between them, checking notes. And there she was. Lucia. She sat in a corner armchair, wrapped in a cream blanket. Her hair was thinner than in the photos, her skin pale, lips dry. But her face was the same. Still beautiful, still delicate, still broken. Leonardo stepped inside. Lucia looked up slowly when she heard the door open, her eyes met his and for a second, they didn’t move. She blinked once, then again.

ve ranjhana. She closed her eyes again unable to look at him who had a strange stormy emotion in his mysterious eyes. Lucia glanced at her through the curtains of medical room 's window. "Yes..she will be away from Mr. Hot..for some days... she humiliated me in front of those stupids..now rot on the bed .."Lucia smirked. ******************************* Don't beat me after reading it.😁 Please drop ur votes ...it is as precious for me as Ms. Cindrella for Mr. Charming. 💗 ~~Shrinkhla Singh😊😊😊

I couldn’t stop myself from asking about what he said earlier. "Hmm, that way… they won’t suspect that the mortal Agatha is important to me. If anything, it’ll be as if I never left her side. Trevor is here, isn’t he? I just need to work in Blizmoor. So, for now, you stay here. I want you to keep her." I shook my head. "No, she won’t remember if she stays here." If she’s where the real Lucien is, she should be there too.

Supposedly their virginity increased their value as a mate, or some silly nonsense. Lucia rolled her eyes as she stood and walked home. That was so yesterday. She’d chafed at the restrictions set by her parents, but she’d honored their wishes.Oh, she’d snuck out and played around some, experimenting with blow jobs and hand jobs, but that was all. Which was why, when she dreamed, she dreamed of romance and a knight in shining armor. Never once did it cross her mind that she’d be getting the Lycan instead of the knight. ........................

I screamed at them. They all scattered, muttering their apologies as they went. I didn’t wait to hear any more. I went straight to Lucia’s room, the door still ajar. The air inside was stale and her scent barely hangs in the air. I pressed my face to her pillow, desperate to find something, anything, but it was fading. When I opened my eyes again, the world had changed. The bed was gone and in its place I saw a ring of fire. Lucia knelt in the middle, her wrists were bound and she was bleeding slightly from the mark on her neck. A man stood beyond the flames, tall, calm, eyes like molten gold.