Lucia Light の小説・ストーリー

"You don't get it, do you? I'm here to kill you. Did you think you would live with it?" Her eyes stared dagger. That was when Linda came to the rescue. With four movements of her feet, she stood in front of Linda and said, "We don't want trouble. Go!" She scoffed and bit her lip, "What? I'm here to joke. Fvcking die!" She lost mental control and opened fire on Linda causing Lucia to scream and cover her head with her hands Lucia was a lover of fantasy books, fairytales and literally anything that had to do with fiction in the finest picture but deep down, she doesn't believe those things existed.

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!"

Adam never heard the rest. His entire body went still, the glass freezing halfway to his lips. There, at the center of the dance floor, bathed in strobe lights and surrounded by a pack of hungry-eyed men, stood Lucia. "Lucia?" The crimson silk of her dress clung to every curve, the thigh-high slit flashing dangerous glimpses of toned skin. She threw her head back laughing at something one of the suits said, the column of her throat working as she downed a shot of something amber.

After another hour long drive I eventually made it back to my captivity cell after I changed out of my suit. " You look like you want to kill someone and also yourself. Was it that bad?" I rolled my eyes at Adamo's greeting as I sat back down on my bed." It was fine." " Why lie however?" This time I turned to look at Luca who was busy reading a magazine on his bed rather of looking at us. " Do you want me to hit you? Because I will." When I said this Luca turned his head in my direction and gave me a small boo." Do it. I go I could get you on your burro any day."

I looked at Lyza who smiled at me before shifting my gaze to Abigael. Her eyebrows we're slender and fine below her amazing rapture blue eyes. Her Amazonian figure was not something I had seen some where else. Not to forget her unique sunrise gold hair that made me gasp again. She was in company of another lady whose sparkling beauty got me awestricken. "Your visitors are here," Lyza said as she proudly stood to usher them in. They proudly catwalked in as I respectfully stood up to greet them. "You are.... Charlotte Raisin," her soothing voice caressed my ears.

The city was calmer tonight,almost too calm I'd say. From up here, the lights stretched like they would never go out. Little splatters of gold beneath a darkened sky. It should have been the perfect, peaceful view but now it felt like peace had a price tag. Lucia had gone back to her own little space of course. I noticed it, the lengthy silences, the robotic politeness. The way she said “good morning” like a job with nothing sentimental attached to it.

He didn't understand that strange dark smoke at all. But one thing was certain, he had no intention of allowing that unsettling darkness to remain around Elena any longer. While Elena was still trapped inside her nightmare, Lucien activated his power. Silver light instantly spread across the room, illuminating every corner with its cold, radiant glow, and in the very next second that strange dark cloud surrounding Elena disappeared. Then Lucien began calling her name. Again and again, until finally... Elena opened her eyes and broke into tears. Hic... Hic... Hic...

“Then I will deal with you.” Lucia stood up again and walked to the window. Outside, the pack house was quiet. Everyone believed the biggest problem was the pregnancy. But Lucia knew better. The real game had just begun. And she was very good at playing games. Her smile returned. Soft. Dangerous. “As for Logan…” Her voice dropped again. “You will marry me.” “That child won’t change that.” Lucia’s fingers rested against the glass. “I will become Luna.” She closed her eyes for a moment.

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."