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LUCIFER'S BRIDE, page 1
LUCIFER'S BRIDE
(CONSORT OF HELL)
A Novel
BY
Patricia S. Johnson
Copyright
Copyright © [2023], [Patricia S. Johnson]
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Prologue
What happens when the enticing ruler of hell abandons his throne and his subjects in order to look for you on earth?
He is cruel and icy;
He has a chilly, stone-like heart. It is as hard as a rock. He cannot experience love.
But why would he be looking for you so desperately if not for anything else? In such a way that he would murder to have it?
Romance, mystery, suspense, and treachery are the main themes.
Ones who are prepared?
Table of contents
Copyright
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 1
Rated 18+
Charlotte'S VIEW
I hurried out of the restroom to check after hearing the knock on the door several times. Naturally, it was mom when I opened the door.
She yelled out with relief, "Charlotte."
Where were you ? For some time now, I've been knocking.
She followed me as I went back into the room while sighing.
She continued to scan the room when I said, "I was having my bath, mom."
Hold on; does she really disbelieve me?
Mom, are you really saying you believe I'm lying? I asked while laughing.
"Other than in this cell, where else could I be? I've spent my whole life being confined here. It's not like I can choose any longer.
She gently called, "Charlotte," and took my hand.
I attempted to avoid her gaze while remaining silent.
"I recognize your distress, baby. However, I want you to know that I'm acting in your best interests.
I've heard it for the last 19 years, mom, but you still can't explain it to me. Why are you keeping me in here locked up? Why wouldn't you like for me to leave? Even my perception of the outer world is lacking. You and Miss Margaret are the only individuals I've ever known in my life. Come on mom, I'm already nineteen. Is this not enough?
She let out a sigh and shut her eyes. She then opened them and put one on each cheek of my.
She sobbed, "I love you, Charlotte."
And one day you'll realize that I'm making all of these efforts for your benefit.
"Your instructor is in the sitting room waiting for you."
She was gone when I went to sit on the bed.
I'm unable to learn today. As I sat on the bed, I said, "I'm feeling dizzy.
She approached me, kissed me on the forehead, and then went out of the room.
I let out a sigh and got up to go over to the window. My whole life, whenever I glanced outdoors, I saw the same scene. Even today, I'm unsure of my whereabouts.
From my room, which was at the topmost portion of the structure, all I could see were trees and grasses that resembled a forest. I have always been this way.
Mom was kept imprisoned up here as soon as she gave birth to me. I'll go ahead and refer to it as locked because I have no notion what the outside world looks like. Even though I don't attend school, Miss Margaret has been my at-home teacher since I was a little kid. My mother and Miss Margaret are the only people I know, so I don't even know what having a friend looks like.
I've been attempting to understand why my mother forbade me from going out since she said it was risky. How risky is it, exactly?
In other words, there are other humans in the globe. Even she goes outside. Why then is my personal situation different? Why does she treat me like this?
I hardly barely know my father. She claims he's passed away. But why do I feel uncertain about the situation as a whole? What may be mom's hidden agenda? Why does she keep me from the outside world?
Point of view from Amelia
When I left Charlotte's room, Margaret was waiting for me in the living room. I was really enraged.
I informed Margaret as I moved to stand near the window that "She won't be able to receive lectures today."
“Oh! why is that? Why is she not well? I didn't respond right away when she asked.
"She's mad with me. She wants to go," I murmured, and a moment of stillness followed.
You wouldn't really blame her, Amelia, I suppose. For nineteen years, Margaret was treated like a prisoner, she added, stepping up.
"Well, what should I do?" you ask. I exploded and turned to face her.
"Margaret, you are aware that I have no choice. If I let her to leave this building, Lucas, who is searching for her, will detect her and locate her.
Do you want to keep her imprisoned for the rest of her life, then? Do you intend to do that? Asked she.
I'm not familiar with Margaret. However, keeping my baby secure right now is of utmost importance. Oliver's deed, Lucas, is known to you. His whole family was murdered. He killed Lucas's mother when he was a little child right in front of her eyes, and now all he wants is retribution. Because Charlotte is Oliver's only child, he spent his childhood and adult life looking for her. You won't be blaming me if I'm afraid, Margaret. If Lucas puts his hands on Charlotte, God alone knows what he would do to her. I'm clueless as to what to do.
I snorted while hiding my face in my hand. I was really terrified—frightened for Charlotte.
Lucas is a beast, and I can't allow him to touch her.
Amelia, it's all right. Margaret murmured as she moved forward to comfort me.
Sophia's View
The woman was screaming his name and wailing in pain as I stood by the door, listening to her. She was pleading with him to stop.
Lucas, oh please! Oh, Lucas, stop that!
Her first goal was just to get into his bed. Every woman wants to be in the Almighty Lucas's arms, but now that she has the chance, she is pleading with him to end the intercourse.
Lucas is a sex maniac, so that's one thing about him.
I soon stopped hearing the woman's cries, at which point I assumed he had finished with her. She could have genuinely paased out.
He called out to me from inside, "Come in, Sophia," and I pondered how he knew I was there.
With the paperwork in my hand, I opened the door after adjusting my skirt.
As soon as I entered the stunning space, I saw him removing his jacket off the bed. In reality, the fictitious woman was crawling to the restroom.
Lucas was backing me up and donning a long, black jacket when I turned my attention back to him.
Chapter 2
Rated 18+
I greeted hesitantly, "Um...g...good morning sir."
If I'm behaving in this manner around him, you wouldn't blame me. There's simply something about this man, a peculiar aura that envelops him and sends shivers through everyone around him.
I hurriedly lowered my eyes to the ground as he turned to face me. When Lucas is gazing at you, you don't look him directly in the eyes.
He said, "Tell them I'll be with them in a moment," and then he stepped out into the inner room.
Dang! He once again read my thoughts and understood that I was going to let him know that the board of directors was waiting.
I turned around and exited the room as I followed him as he left.
Do you need a brief introduction?
Well, Lucas is the wealthiest, most attractive, and baddest person I know. He's odd, I promise you that.
He is involved in the development and marketing of real estate as well as owning the greatest high school in the nation. I have no idea how he managed to obtain all of them, but they have made him obscenely wealthy.
He's simply too attractive and se*y, so handsome and se*y that I believe it's out of the norm, that just being near him might make you pass out.
Because, like I mentioned, he's unusual, I don't really know how to characterize this L ucas of a person. Everyone, even the government, is afraid of him, which is why none of them dared ask him about his fortune.
Since I've been with him for a while, I only learn a limited amount about it. I've also slept on his bed down there, and believe me when I say Lucas is the finest at making love. However, on occasion, when he's upset with certain women, he uses it as punishment. He is weird to me since I have no idea how he does it. I sometimes think he has a mystical quality.
He is so stinking affluent despite having no friends or family.
I believe he has been seeking for a woman in some way. I don't really know her or anything about her, but given how long he's been searching for her, I worry that when he does find her, she'll already be dead.
I walked outside to the balcony and sat down with the other board members at the round table while they waited for Lucas.
As I took my seat, I whispered to them, "He'll be here soon," and one of them moaned.
Hmph. They are so terrified to see him.
They all began double-checking the documents they would provide him. They needed to be certain that there would be no error since Lucas takes offense at everything.
I made the decision to go through my personal files as well, and while I was doing so, I heard footsteps and the guys began making strange noises, as if they were shaking.
When I looked up, Lucas was striding effortlessly in our direction with his right hand in his pants pocket and his other hand holding his phone.
The three top buttons on his white long sleeve were open, revealing a portion of his chest, giving him the ideal murdering image.
I lost myself in his gaze, wondering how someone could be so adorable and wonderful. He was too endearing, and words alone cannot do him justice.
When he arrived at the table, I realized I had made a serious error. I should have been standing up by now!
Geez!
I promptly stood up and followed the other guys who had already started to rise. When Lucas is standing, you don't sit.
The guys said, "Good morning, sir," with a little quaver in their voices.
These guys, who are married and have kids, are so terrified of the little lad.
He's so young, so I don't understand how he got to be that strong.
The rest of us followed suit as he strolled up to the head of the table and sat down without saying anything.
His phones fell to the ground, and he dug his fingers deep into his hair.
He sat back in his comfortable chair and stated coldly, "I'm listening.
Luke, the first guy, got to his feet and carried his own file.
"The school has been forward-thinking so far. He carefully remarked, "There's no way any other school in the nation can ever beat us as the greatest, and Lucas concurred, thus the success is double every day.
The second guy got up and started to give his own presentation when Lucas abruptly interrupted.
"Didn't I warn you not to sign the contract with the Western Company?" The man's eyelids drooped as he asked.
How was he made aware of it?
"Sir, that's what I was going to attempt to explain to you," I said.
He cut him off again without looking at him, saying, "I warned you not to sign it, but you went ahead and did it your way.
Actually, sir, I looked through it again and learned that it had a lot of advantages. I thought it was extremely fantastic and something we shouldn't miss. If you hear about the advantages, I'm sure you will, too.
He began choking and was suddenly halted by a cough.
I winced as he gripped his neck and coughed violently. The other males were equally surprised.
Oh, God!
Lucas was just looking at the table as I turned to look at him. The guy was already bleeding from his nose.
The coughing abruptly stopped, and he gripped onto the table for support as he almost fell to the ground.
Lucas responded coldly and without hesitation, "Get out of here and never show your face to me again." He grabbed the files off the table and bolted.
The tension in the room increased as everyone's shock at what had transpired increased. Their worries grew.
Who's following? The next speaker cleared his throat and rose when Lucas asked.
It was easy to tell that he was nervous.
But right away, a maid entered the room and cut the conversation short.
She called out with a bow, "Sir Lucas."
Sorry to bother you, but a woman has asked to see you. She said that it is crucial.
Jeremy's POV:
I waited for her to enter while standing in front of the window.
She entered and stood behind me as the door slowly opened.
Her happiness was palpable to me.
She made a seductive call, "Lucas."
Do you honestly believe she believes I don't know who she is or why she's here?
I turned around to face her after drinking all the wine in my glass.
She was putting on a little flare gown that showed her cleavage and hips, and it looked really attractive.
She approached me while I was still standing motionless and placed her hand on my shoulders without uttering a word. Only someone like her is allowed to be this open with me.
I didn't kiss her back when she pressed her face against mine.
Who are you called? She touched our foreheads, and I questioned her.
"Tara, my Lord," she said, giving me another peck on the lips as she smiled sweetly. I sneered.
Does she truly want to participate in this? I'll give it to her, then.
She gasped as I took hold of her large bottoms and squeezed them. I gave her a kiss in return, picked her up off the floor, and carried her over to the bed.
I hoisted her in my arms and lay her on the bed, making sure that her legs weren't touching the floor.
She swiftly undid my shirt, rubbing her palm across my exposed chest.
I then forced her to sit on top of me.
"What made seeing me so essential to you?" She touched my d*ck with her butts while I whispered my question.
"My Lord, all I wanted to do was see you. I've been trying my hardest to please you, she retorted with another smile.
She obviously doesn't understand that I'm not being called as "Lord" while on earth.
She was forced back onto the bed by me, and I jumped on top of her.
She put on a short dress, which readily revealed her hips. I pushed my fingers down till it touched her p*nt, at which point she gasped once again.
I pressed my forehead towards her chest and bit her outside nip.
I pulled her p*nt aside with two fingers as I then grabbed for it.
“Hah!” She gasped and clung to me tightly, clearly enjoying it.
She shouted this time when I made it three fingers. That stung.
I gave her ear lobe a kiss and spoke softly:
Why is your genitalia so wide? I believed Christopher was the only one who was probing you.
She looked at me with disbelief as she opened her eyes wide in amazement.
When I smirked and remarked, "Long time, William," she realized she had been bursted.
Chapter 3
Rated 18+
I was quick enough to take the knife from her and throw it against the wall as she swiftly pulled it out of her dress.
She fell to the floor as I grabbed her by the hair and violently pulled her out of the bed.
