Beetlejuice Marrying Lydia Novels & Stories

“Arms out, dear.” I obeyed silently. Mara began wrapping her measuring tape around my waist, my arms, my shoulders, while Bastien carefully scribbled each number into a little book. Watching them work together so seamlessly—speaking in quiet murmurs, sharing small smiles—reminded me so painfully of Mama and Papa that my throat tightened. Mara must have already been past her childbearing years when the sickness claimed the female Scions. She had lived long enough to grow old beside her husband. To build a life. A home. A future.

“Remember this night, Lydia. Every breath you take from now on is borrowed. And when you think of Emily, remember... You brought this on yourself.” With that, she turned and walked out. Rafael, Harlow, and Veronica cast Lydia one last glance... mocking, disgusted, and satisfied before following Cassie out of the resort. "We didn’t even join in the fun. We only watched." Harlow said with a pout. Rafael shook his head at him with a smile. Behind them, Lydia lay half-conscious, trembling. She was so weak that she couldn't even move a finger. And miles away, in their mansion, the Beaumonts stared at the video again and again, their fury clashing with a creeping dread.

Godfrey said coldly. Lydia’s expression gradually became ferocious and she said, "I want to divorce you. I want you to get out of the Sue family.” Godfrey smiled faintly and asked Lydia, "If you don't have me, can you call it the Sue family? After the divorce, it will be you who get out of the Sue family. Have you forgotten what your family name is?" As long as Godfrey was willing to fight for it, Lydia was not qualified to let him leave the house naked. On the contrary, it was Lydia who had the possibility of leaving the Hillside Villa.

Of course Felix was up to no good—he hadn’t touched it either. They bantered and messed around until the mood eased. Lydia finally waved an airy goodbye. “Okay, I’m out—gotta go. My dad wants me bright and early at the office tomorrow or he’ll freeze my card.” “Wait—party queen bails early?” Felix teased. Lydia pouted but forced herself to leave. She lingered a beat looking at Julian; he only exchanged a quick glance with her and then jumped back into chat with Felix. She walked out. Julian shoved his drink away, chin toward Felix. “Swap it. Give me something normal.”

Jennifer was unable to accept her reality, and with each passing day, her suffering intensified, leading to mental instability. On the other hand, Lydia felt an inexplicable lightness wash over her as she left the Miller Mansion. She glanced at the mansion one last time before quickly walking away. She had no ties to that place anymore. Once outside, Jeffery was waiting by the car to take them out for a meal. "Lydia, let's get married," Henry said slowly, his gaze filled with deep affection, completely ignoring Jeffery. There were no grand gestures—just a simple, straightforward sentence without a ring. Lydia was taken aback, her cheeks flushing. She knew it was different even though she had

Lydia darted into the room before I could say anything. "Lydia—what is—" I stopped when I saw tears in her eyes. She was shaking like twig in heavy wind. "My Queen, something bad has happened!" She cried. I gently placed my hand on her shoulders and tried again. "Lydia, tell me what happened." "It's Bee! Bee's dying! He has a fever—oh my goddess, you must do something my Luna!" My heart shrank. "No!" I turned away from her and threw on the first clothes my hands could reach. "Please lead me there!" I urged Lydia as I pulled the door opened and we both stepped out

he replied calmly. Peter said all the words that were running through my mind as he tried to calm me down. "The rogue Lycan didn't kill them; it turned them into one of its own kind. They are now part of the pack, forever cursed to roam the night as bloodthirsty creatures." The realization sent a chill down my spine as I struggled to comprehend the horror that awaited us.

“Joe! What are you doing here?” Lydia’s shock was palpable. Her eyes darted around, acutely aware of the curious gazes from people. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she struggled to free her wrist from Joe’s grasp. “Please, just give me one chance to make things right,” Joe pleaded, his voice urgent. “We’re getting married—there’s no way we can cancel our wedding!”

"We have to go. Silas is coming, and he won't be as easy to stop as these men." Lydia looked at Julian. He was already reaching for a silent alarm on the wall. She realized she had two choices. She could stay and be harvested, or she could run with the man who was half-beast. She took Adrian’s hand. "If you lie to me again," Lydia said, "I will kill you myself." "I count on it," Adrian replied. They ran. Behind them, the alarms began to wail. The estate was waking up. In the distance, the sound of a dark sedan tearing up the gravel driveway echoed through the night. Silas was back.

His heavy footsteps thundered down the stairs. Late at night, the door was unlocked from the outside. It was Lydia. She stood in the middle of my room, smiling like she owned the place. "Julian loves me," she whispered. "He always has. But he’s too honorable to abandon you after all these years." She stepped closer, her voice soft and poisonous. "So he’ll marry you. He’ll give you his name, his house, his children. So to make up for what I sacrificed, he gave this to me."