Beetlejuice And Lydia Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"I would get Harlow to take you." "Thanks dad." Lydia wrapped her tiny arms around me, a huge smile plastered across her face. "Did you hear that, mom?" She yelled. "I'm going to the zoo." She raced upstairs with excitement while I laughed. The room became silent as soon as Lydia disappeared. I turned to Sophia who had her lips twitching like she was about to say something. She could pretend however she liked, I wasn't really concerned. I called on one of the maids who was passing by.

“Everything is a game with you. Remember what you said the night you first tied me to the chandelier?” Lydia’s eyes darkened. “You need to leave.” Celeste tilted her head and looked at Lydia with deliberate, lingering disdain. “He likes watching. Did you know that? He likes seeing what happens when he doesn’t interfere. When he lets the chaos unfold.” Lydia didn’t look away. She took a step forward. And then another. Until there were only inches between them. “I’m not here to play games with your past,” Lydia said slowly. “But if you think you can step into this room and unmake me, you’re wrong.”

I let my gaze drag over her, her delusion wrapped in expensive fabric, her obsession with Lucas Blackwood clinging to her like the scent of desperation. “Still chasing Lucas?” I asked softly. “Still telling yourself he’ll leave Selina? That he’ll abandon the mother of his son for you?” Lydia’s face twisted, anger, embarrassment, and denial all warring across her pretty features. “That bitch bewitched him,” she spat. “Once the boy is gone, Lucas will—” I slammed my hand onto the table. Not hard. Not enough to break it. Just enough to make the wood cry and the wolves jump.

Jezebel said to him as she clutched my arm again and dragged me until I was out of the hallway. We found Lydia fiddling with the keys to her room as she sniffed. When she saw us coming around, she turned to look at me with lasers in her eyes. I was not a stranger to people looking at me like that, but it still made me flinch. She put away the keys and came towards me. When she was close enough, she smacked me in the face and I nearly fell to the ground if not for the bannister that I held on to behind me.

She wishes it lasts for a lifetime. Delinda kicks the food tray. Bits of rite scatter on the floor, and the plate flips to the side. “Take your poison away. If you want to kill me, do it the right way.” Lydia fists knots. She curses in Russian and stomps away. She brought food for the succubus, but ended up getting insulted. How many times will she learn the art of minding one’s business? See where empathy has landed her. Lydia’s hand shakes as he climbs the stairs.

Lydia takes a seat at the table and rests her face on the wood. "I am in no mood to move from here," she mumbles. "Everything Lucinda asked for is ready," Leelie sighs. "He just thinks our priorities are shifting," I tell her. Her eyes snap to mine. "Mine will never. Jet or not," she growls and walks off. "I think he's upset he missed his chance to fuck her," Lydia says. I lean forward not liking the tone she's using. She yips when my hand lands on the back of her neck.

They were as fiery as her. "Ohh, little brother. What a good plan." she said, shaking her head. "Stand by my side," I said to Elena. And she rushed to my back. Lydia laughed. "Really? Did you have to do that? Will I eat her? I am not a hungry wolf." She looked at Elena, with a smile. "But...How long do you think this one will survive?" I grabbed my wheelchair arm rest. "Lydia, if you try it. You won't live either."

Neither do I. “We should stop,” I whisper, but my feet don’t listen. He leans in, his forehead pressing against mine. “Just say the word.” I stay silent. Right then, a sharp laugh slices through the trees and snaps the world back into focus. Lydia steps out into the clearing, clapping slow, like she’s watching a show just for her. “How inspiring,” she calls out, all honey and venom. “The future Alpha and his silver savior.” Caleb tenses up, shifting so he’s blocking me.

Black smoke poured up around them. “Elira,” Lydia said, panic rising. “What do I do?” “Touch him again.” Lydia stared at her. “That nearly broke me.” “Yes,” Elira said with brutal honesty. “Do it anyway.” Kaelith laughed harder. “He’ll kill me eventually,” he said, eyes fixed on Lydia. “But if you wait too long, he’ll tear himself open doing it.” That decided it. Lydia ran. This time there was no hesitation, no instinctive reaching. She knew what it would cost now and did it anyway. She threw herself against Logan’s side and seized his wrist with both hands.

So I just placed my head on his strong, broad shoulders, basking in the warmth of his body and the masculine scent of his cologne, and fell asleep almost immediately. Lyric’s P.O.V: “Lydia! Come on! You need to change before you go to bed.” I tried to wake her up but she just groaned in protest and went right back to sleep, so I did the only thing I could. “Get up now or I’ll change you myself!” “Okay, okay!” she wined as she sat up in her bed and began stripping right in front of me until she was down to her underwear and a pathetic excuse for a slip.