Beetlejuice 2 Lydia Deetz Novels & Stories

He was covered in dust, his eyes wide with terror. "I'm here," Lydia managed to say. She looked back at the cellar. It was gone. The cradle, the vials, and Elara were buried under a mountain of iron and stone. The only thing left was the dark tunnel and the satchel of samples. "The Reapers?" June asked, stepping out of the shadows. She was holding her pistol, her hand shaking. "Dust," Lydia said. She tried to stand, but her legs gave out. Adrian caught her, pulling her close. He looked at her eyes. They were brown again, but there was a faint, silver ring around the iris that hadn't been there before.

“I think I have an idea that’ll work for this mess.” Becca leaned back, closing her eyes. “As long as you’re not planning to put me in some hoochie-mama monstrosity or some hippy-dippy, tie-dyed creation, I’m good with being surprised.” Lyssa clapped her hands again. “Yay! Terez, you’re with me!” She winked. “To the laundry!”

“You don’t strike me as someone who has fun either.” “I have lots of fun.” “And so do I. We just define fun differently, that’s all.” “Perhaps.” Lydia came in with two plates full of pancakes, ham and sausage. She set down two glasses of apple juice and two glasses of water by the plates. She set out a jar of honey and a jar of strawberry jam. “Would you care for anything else?”

"Jackson, our mouths can discuss territory business, but don't you dare insult Alpha Derek's name to my face, or your skin will regret it forever." Jackson scoffs loudly, totally annoyed by Lydia's naivety. Her character was once a brilliant, captivating moon gala princess, but her brain had completely lost its sense ever since her eyes started seeing Derek's wolf.