Novel & Cerita Lux Arcadia

Semua hancur, cinta yang dimiliki Nara hancur, persahabatan yang Nara miliki hancur menyisakan satu kata di hati . LUKA. ***

katanya pelan, hampir seperti renungan, “yang jika disentuh sedikit saja—akan runtuh seolah mereka menjatuhkan dirinya sendiri.” Lucianne meliriknya, senyum di bibirnya menajam. “Gudang barumu?” Marcus tersenyum samar. “Produksi percobaan berjalan. Beberapa pedagang sudah mencium aromanya.” “Bangsawan?” “Yang suka berbicara,” jawab Marcus singkat. Lucianne terkekeh pelan. “Ah. Yang paling berbahaya.” Ia bangkit, berjalan mendekati jendela. Tirai sedikit terbuka, memperlihatkan halaman kastil yang basah oleh hujan.

Angin siang menerpa wajahnya, tapi kepala Selene dipenuhi kejadian di atas kejadian lainnya yang menimpanya minggu ini. Cafe Arcadia muncul di ujung jalan, sebuah bangunan dua lantai dengan logo emas kecil yang terasa homey, cafe tersebut bernuansa cozy-green, dengan banyak tanaman dan cahaya alami yang membuatnya terasa sangat nyaman.

Jayden looked up from the file in his hand. "Yup!" lucas popped the P. "We've got a prime piece of real estate in the downtown area, ripe for development. With your company's resources and expertise, we could turn it into a luxury condominium complex. The profits would be astronomical." he said, leaning back in his seat. I frowned at his carefree attitiude. 'who was this?' I thought, curious. he had a typical mafioso vibe to him. Scar on his right brow, tatoos peeking out of his unbuttoned shirt, ring covered fingers.

“This is not happening. I am not going to be your whore.” “You will be whatever I want you to be.” Luca backed him against the stone balcony railing. The drop behind Adrian was steep. There was nowhere to run. “Right now I want you hard and desperate again.” His hand pushed inside Adrian’s sweatpants and wrapped around his cock. Adrian was already leaking. Luca stroked him with slow, firm pulls while kissing and biting along his neck. “Look at the view while I play with you,” Luca ordered. “This could be your life. Luxury. Pleasure. Safety. All you have to do is stop fighting what you want.”

Amara De lacia laughed in a pitched voice. “Hahaha! Please keep it as low as possible. Later, I’ll give you some of our most expensive items,” she said to Adrastos “Thank you so much, Mrs. Del lacia Live Suicide appreciate your generosity.” My forehead furrowed. What exactly is happening? What’s going on? Do they use Live Suicide to endorse their business to others because everyone here is wealthy and influential? Don’t tell me she handed me all of her earnings with the explicit intent of doubling it because a large group of obscenely rich people will come to go and see her enterprise. Is that correct?

“You might be pretending to be a regular student, but your face is way too recognizable. If you walk into that lecture hall as Adrian Sinclair, heir to one of the biggest media empires, you’ll be swarmed in seconds.” Adrian sighed dramatically. “I suppose fame does come with its burdens.” Lucia rolled her eyes. “You mean attention-seeking tendencies?” He chuckled but didn’t argue. Stepping inside the shop, Lucia went straight to a rack of accessories, scanning the items until she found what she was looking for—a simple black face cap. She grabbed it, tossed it at Adrian, and headed to the counter. Adrian caught it effortlessly. “You’re buying this? For me?” Lucia pulled out a few bills and p

“Mr. Vanderbilt?” Alexander settled into the passenger seat with practiced ease, his voice low but firm. “Don’t get too close to Lucca. He’s a legendary playboy in Italy—has enough ex-girlfriends to form a parade down the Amalfi Coast.” Ava gave a quick, almost reflexive nod, eager to deflect and exit the conversation. But then Alexander turned toward her, a sly smile playing on his lips. His fingers brushed casually across the bracelet on his wrist, the motion deliberate.

Adele was good at preparing special drinks and she was also good at other things, and she also respected that her friend didn’t like those things. “Let’s go, I won’t let anything happen to you.” “Okay, but I’ll just leave the bottles and leave, okay?” “Okay, let’s go.” April and Adele took many liquor bottles and continued upstairs. ***** Watching his bar working as the others did, Lucian felt satisfaction. With his legs elegantly crossed, a drink in his right hand and his amber eyes watching the women down assisting the clients, he couldn’t help but look for the woman who showed not to be like the others. It was like she was working there by force, strange forces that no one could see. He w

I think marrying into the Aldens is a huge deal for her. “Thanks, Prissy,” Lucia said, collecting the drink from her. Prissy smiled as if she had been given a lot of money. “So, Alaric. Can I call you Alaric? Since our companies are partners, we should be friends too…,” Lucia said. I was still in shock at first… wait, is she flirting with me right in front of Stella? “Yes… you can,” I said. Prissy smiled, looking at Lucia as if she was a goddess.