Beautiful Lucy Heartfilia の小説・ストーリー

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

We walked into the room and saw the most beautiful dress I have ever seen. "Damien had bought this for you to wear". Lucy said. "It is so beautiful". I said. "I know right? But you are more beautiful. Damien never goes for less". She laughed proudly. We talked like she was my mother. My mother also behaves like she did. "You know Damien isn't that cold-hearted. He wasn't like that before. Trust me he's a child at heart." Lucy assured me. I almost wanted to laugh. Child at heart? Someone who has never smiled or should I say someone who I have never seen smile?

"Hmph!" However, Lucy ignored Agustine. With a cold snort, she angrily picked up the approval documents for the White Glycoside Cream and marched out of the room. Seeing this, Agustine hurriedly followed her. In his view, Lucy, the person in charge of the Verdant Harvest Charity Foundation, was perfect in every way, except for her somewhat fiery temper. Meanwhile, Liam had no idea what had happened after he left. But even if he had known, he might have assumed Lucy's reaction was due to her frustration over the promotion of White Glycoside Cream.

“Don’t they normally have warriors patrolling the area, especially with all the recent safety concerns?” “I talked to Luke’s dad, and he agreed to turn a blind eye to tonight’s party. There are perks to him being the beta’s son!” Lucy gave one of her winning smiles. Above all things, Lucy was beautiful, with a supermodel stature, long blonde hair, and sapphire eyes. And she was persuasive—very, very persuasive—and not someone that took no for an answer.

Lucy moaned against my lips as we kissed passionately at the fire exit of the building, where Amara’s party was in full swing. It was just eight in the evening. Lucy and I just came back from upstairs after we put our little girl to bed because she fell asleep in my arms. Luciana Aila, or Lily. Our five-year-old daughter. The one we conceived in the underworld. The Underworld Princess of Mischief. My hand landed on Lucy’s ass and I squeezed it hard before I felt a presence behind me, as Lucy did. We immediately untangled ourselves from each other and turned our bodies around, where we saw Amara standing a few feet away, looking at us.

However, one picture slipped through my fingers and fell to the ground, shattering into pieces upon impact. “Shit,” I muttered. I picked up the remnants of the shattered photo frame, my fingers trembling as I turned the picture around to see who was in it. And then I saw them—Phil and Lucy. It stole my breath—it clutched my heart and made it ache. Lucy's smile was soft, and her eyes glowed with a gentleness that seemed familiar, yet distant. She wore a yellow gown that flowed delicately around her knees, her hair cascading freely around her shoulders in soft waves. She looked straight at the camera—so confident, so radiant. While Phil's arms were wrapped around her waist protectively, intima

Zia kept her eyes on Lucus at the words, tension filling her shoulders, almost as if she were holding herself back from expecting too much. "Emma?" "Yeah," Lucus murmured. "I ran into her while location scouting. She... god, she still leaves me gasping for air, Zia. And the girl's name is Clary. She's so beautiful. Zia—she's so precious. I didn't even get to talk to her, but I could already tell." Lucus couldn't help the tears that fell from his eyes as his voice cracked on the last few words. "Oh Lucus." Zia reached forward to grab Lucus hand, holding it tightly.

"They're most likely controlling multiple people at once, Tiger. Are you sure we should focus on just one?" "You're overthinking again. I told you, just rest, my dear. For this time, I entrust you to Zerikyu." I shook my head. "Frans said you and I should never be separated." The sound of heels approaching from behind caught our attention. Lucy emerged, her black hair pulled back into a neat bun, her dark blue satin dress accentuating her figure. In her hand, a small tablet displayed a series of celebrities, politicians, and tycoons on their watch list.

She had the appearance of soul fire sparking against the ice, of one who saw right to the heart and would take your entire soul as her friend, keeping it safe come what may. I watched as madam Beatrice instantly left all that she was doing to hug her and how everyone present welcomed her so cheerfully too. “Lucy, I can not believe that you simply left me in this cage of lions and left for months, you hardly even call.” Madam Beatrice sobbed as she refused to let go of the hug. “Mom! That is a whole lie, you just want me to call per hour and that is just not possible and when I don’t do that, you do it causing me to block you sometimes to avoid that.” The lady whose name I have just learnt w

Waaah! "Thanks Lucy, you're the best!" I thanked her. Lucy Fillia, 26 years old, she's an only child but since her family is poor, her sick Mother can't afford to work so she's working for them. Despite that, she wasn't able to finish college but since I've known her before after I saved her accidentally, I asked Brother that she'd be my maid and she agreed to it as well. Our salary wages are higher compared to others since the Valler family is extremely wealthy.