Novel & Cerita Read Lucia

It pulsed weakly, a flicker of warmth against the cold void Killian had shoved between us. Lucia. Her name was a prayer on my tongue, unspoken. I could almost see her, curled in some dank cell, those fierce brown eyes blazing defiance even as tears streaked her freckled cheeks. Her scent haunted me. The smell of wild Jasmine, now tainted with fear and sweat. Hold on, mate. I’m coming.

Lucia's presence loomed outside, and instinctively, Amelia sought refuge in the closet, her desire to remain hidden overpowering. I opened the door, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Lucia stood before me, a seductive smile gracing her lips. Her intentions were clear, her words laced with temptation. "Alaric," she purred, her voice dripping with desire, "I can be your queen. Make love to me now. I want you, and I know you want me too."

My throat dries. Lucien moves between the desks now, eyes shifting, taking stock. “You’ll notice the powerless often see the clearest. They learn how to read the room. How to survive. Sometimes they bend power without anyone noticing—until it’s too late.” He passes my row. Doesn’t stop. Doesn’t look. Returns to the board. “This,” he continues, tapping the board once, “is a list of lovers.” He writes four names in quick succession: Damon Salvatore. Edward Cullen.