Romans & histoires Lucia 111

She whipped her head around the direction of the wind when a large growl beamed near her as a large white and grey coloured wolf engulfed her head, tearing it apart and snatching her soul from its temporary host. "Mother! " Lucia screamed as she woke up abruptly from a profound dream. She was profusely sweating and panting. She held her head as a sharp pain passed her head. She trotted towards her study table grabbing her memoir, shuffling through the pages to find a paper that was half burnt and damaged over time.

And by sunset… thousands more would. Lucia stared at the screen. Her face. Her likeness. Her life. Being weaponized against her. Then she noticed something. Something tiny. A detail buried within the footage. A reflection in a nearby window. A shadow standing several feet behind the woman pretending to be her. Most people would’ve missed it. But Lucia didn’t. Because she recognized the silhouette. Not the face. Not the identity. Just the shape. And suddenly her blood ran cold. Because for the first time in months…

“They disappeared years ago—” “You promised,” Silvia whispered shakily. “Unless you didn’t mean it…” “I never say what I don’t mean,” Luciano replied. “If Doctor B is the only one who can cure you, then I will find them.” “That’s the man I love…” Silvia said softly. “Maybe… when I can have children again, I could finally give you a child of your own.” Luciano said something in response—I was sure of it—but the words faded into the fog as I slipped back into unconsciousness.

“The Luna also said you’re to come to her chambers after midday meal. She didn’t say why. Only that she’ll send for you.” My stomach clenched around the pastry I’d just finished. “Am I in trouble?” Mira huffed a quiet breath - not quite a laugh. "If the Luna wanted you punished, she wouldn’t send me with a robe.” I let out a shaky breath I hadn’t realised I was holding. She moved toward the door, pausing with her hand on the frame. “One more thing.” Her voice softened. “Whatever happens… don’t look the Alpha in the eyes today. Not even by accident.”

Hunter. "Fuck me." Lucia fixed her eyes on mine, the water streaming down her face and her chest heaving hard enough to make her tits bounce. “I want you to fuck me, Hunter” she continued, her voice raw and shaking with pure need. “Fuck me so hard I forget everything except you. I want to feel you tomorrow with every step I take.” I grinned like she’d just handed me the world on a silver platter. “With fucking pleasure.” Grabbing her ass with both hands, I lifted her right off the floor in one swift motion. She wrapped her legs around my waist instantly and her arms tight around my neck, digging her nails into my skin hard enough to sting.

I gasped. I didn't know the details, but it seems the woman they are talking about is the same body they found mutilated at the border. Luke let a loud growl from his chest. The room felt like it was closing in, the weight of Luca’s words pressing down on us. Luke’s eyes burned with fury, but I could see the hesitation there. "Relax," Luca said, lifting his hands mockingly. "I didn't come to fight. Not today."

Ava exclaimed, trying to convey the current situation. "I've heard Nathan mention Lucy before, but who is she?" Lucian asked, genuinely curious. "She's..." Ava began to explain. "Lucian!" Lucas called out urgently, interrupting Ava's response. "What's wrong, Lucas?" Lucian replied, his voice taking on a deadly tone as he stood up from Ava's side and walked towards Lucas. "We are under attack!" Lucas declared. Lucian's eyes widened in shock, turning back to face Ava. "Love, do not move from here. Stay quiet, okay?" he instructed, planting a tender kiss on her forehead before leaving with Lucas. He closed the door behind him, leaving Ava alone in the room.

To have separate lives away from each other. "What does your friend looks like?" Lancelot asked. "Lucia is fifteen years old lady, bit shorter than me. Long straight black hair and has porcelain skin. She has big brown eyes, and she is very beautiful," I said. "Wait. What are those things?" Lancelot asked while pointing at the man-structured smokes hopping from one corner to another, searching. "That was done by my friend Lucia. She is a white snake summoner that is why she can produce men of white snake. She told them to go and search for his cousin. Remember Orion? The one I told you who just disappeared when there was a mist and a humming voice."

He set both of Lucille's hands against his. Lucille felt even more nervous. Judiel brought his face close to Lucille's face and kissed her gently until he hugged Lucille while kissing. The two of them walked towards the table, still not stopping the kiss. Judiel lifted Lucille to the table. Judiel slowly took off Lucille's dress; Lucille blushed because it exposed Judiel’s whole chest. She was not wearing a bra. Judiel approached her especially and touched both breasts. Lucille closed her eyes when she felt Judiel's strange caress on her breasts. Judiel kisses her more and more; Judiel's hand drops to Lucille's thigh and removes the left part of Lucille's dress. Lucille moaned as Judiel touc

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.