Novel & Cerita Lux Arcadia

Tara was squeezing Maddy’s hand in joy, beaming at her mother. Magnus did not make a sound but he had stiffened, alert. Maja thought drily, ‘Proserpina Delano, you’ve got a fan for life. Madeline De Luca will die for you now.’ Lucien Delano eyed his wife as she approached him. Ignoring the people at the table, he pulled her to him, a large muscular arm encircling her waist and propelling her forward. She smiled, placing her small hands on his dark jacketed broad shoulders.

I was jealous and he loved to rub it in my face, him being the sole heir and everything else he was gifted with since birth and me only ever getting second best if anything at all. So I joined Hadeon. I did not stay long enough to be killed by my cousin or to be banished. So I ran, until I was deep within the Never-ending forest. I met him there while I was hunting for food. He too seems to possess the beauty women fall for, unlike my cousin however, he hates them. I don't know much more than that about him however. He's a mysterious man, ambitious, greedy, impatient and cold. He has an overwhelming aura that even makes me feel urged to bow respectfully in acknowledgement. No royal but the k

Luc pulls me and stands in front of the altar. He takes both my hands and looks into my eyes, “Lia, this place is normally for the tourists to feel rebirth after going through this darkness. I wanted to travel this path with you. After seeing you in my life, all my darkness have faded, and I was reborn again. Hence, I wanted to have this experience with you. I want to travel all my life in light, darkness, happiness, problems, sick and health with you. I want to grow old with you, sharing all your adventures and enjoyments. I want to live our lives with each other. ” He stops for a moment. My breath hitches when Luc takes a small box and opens to show a beautiful rose gold ring with small di

Chapter 3 Lydia’s POV “If you want me to stop looking at you like this… tell me now,” Julian said, his voice low and rough as he stood there shirtless in the kitchen light. I took another slow sip of wine, my hand trembling just enough that the glass tipped. Red wine spilled across the counter and down the front of my silk robe, soaking through the thin fabric and making it cling to my breasts. My nipples hardened instantly from the cool wet silk. “Shit,” I breathed, setting the glass down fast.

“Option A: rustic fairy tale. Option B: mafia chic. Option C: we fake our deaths and elope in Vegas.” Luca, leaning in the doorway with his casted arm crossed over his chest, raises a brow. “We are not doing ‘mafia chic,’” he says. “Or faking our deaths. We just survived an actual war.” “Exactly,” she says. “We earned a little drama.” “You have enough drama for seven lifetimes,” I say, plucking one board out of her hands. “What’s this one?” It’s a photo of long wooden tables under olive trees, strings of lights twinkling overhead, and simple white flowers in mismatched glass bottles.

"Everything is alive, Dahlia. Most people just don't know how to listen." We retreated to the manor in silence. Two hours to transform from cheer candidate back into High Arcanist. Two hours to become the version of Lumira Duskbane who could sit across from Alaric at the High Pavilion without embarrassing herself. Tonight wasn't just dinner. It was a date with Alaric - enough political capital and old-money charm to make Jaxon's Lycan heritage look like a footnote. A Sun Elf with lineage stretching back to the first sunrise, offering his arm and his influence like gifts I hadn't asked for but desperately needed.

"I was just joking." "I wasn't," Xander whispered in her ear, his breath warm. "I'm all yours." Grace smiled, feeling loved. Everything was perfect with him by her side. … When they arrived at Summitview Manor, Hestia had just returned. She got out of the car with an air of frustration, complaining about being tired. "That Madam Hawkins can really spend money. She almost shopped through the entire city. She really has a lot of energy." Grace took out the food one by one, smiling. "It must have been hard. Did you face her yourself?"

Arcadia turned around, tossed her bag of coins in the air, and caught it. “These places just don't have anything good.” She whined. It was obvious she enjoyed the men’s glares. She had tossed the bag so that they would know what they were missing out on. Arcadia grabbed Clarissa’s arm and escorted her out of the store, giggling. “Isn’t it nice to shop when you can choose what and where you will buy?” Arcadia giggled again. It was true that it was a different feeling walking into these stores, knowing that she could choose to buy out any of their wares for the season with the money Stefan gave them.

He wants to go home, go home to the woman he loves. After parking the car in front of the Ivanovs' big house, Luca let out a deep sigh. He's come to get Armadyl, the family's only daughter. When he got out of the car, he noticed the woman standing in front of the big door, dressed in a long A-line ball gown tulle glitter lace in cream. Armadyl looked stunning in her gown, but it did nothing to alleviate Luca's burden. Carnation is only his rest, no matter how beautiful the other woman is. He was restless with Carnation.