Romans & histoires Beetlejuice X Lydia Fanart

Lydia scolded her as I laid their helplessly “Bu.. Bust Sister she was trying to be smart….. “ Bianca argued back and Lydia squatted down in front of me… she moved her hand on my wound on head and said “Good… you face is not bruised….” I kept staring at her with hateful gaze, when she out of blue pulled out a small needle from hem of her dress and inserted it inside my hand….. I watched her action with horrified face, seeing which she passed me her sinister smile and said “Ssshhhh… its fine…. it’s just to put you into sleep… don’t worry I won’t kill you so easily… you are someone else property now”

Lydia looked extremely beautiful with her hair packed upwards into a bun and a few of the curly strands of hair lying by the sides of her face. Her Prussian blue eyes glittered as she looked at herself in the mirror. She wore a red dress that was armless and showed her curves. It had a slit at the side that revealed her pretty leg, but not too much of her thigh. The makeup was done to perfection, Ma'am Anny did a better job than any makeup artist. Lydia could hardly recognize herself in the mirror. Most of her physical scars were gone, and her beauty looked out of the world. “Lydia, you are so beautiful” Ma'am Anny gushed at the sight of the gorgeousness in front of her. Ma'am Anny imagined

Lydia thanked the old woman and offered her a chance to re-join the pack, but she chose to return to her village and wished us both happiness. As Luna, Lydia is a mother to the pack and she does an amazing job, but recently she hasn’t seemed happy, so I am currently planning a surprise date for her. Jared, Logan, Owen, Brandon, Bryce, and Luca are all helping me by keeping her distracted as well as acting as my spies. Their mates are helping too and so far, she does not suspect anything. I am going to take her for a walk in the woods tonight and when the full moon roses, hopefully she will be pleased with what I have arranged for her.

Across from her, Lydia sat cross-legged on a chair, her crayons scattered over a half-finished drawing of a wolf with a lopsided grin. “Looks like Daddy,” Lydia said, holding up the paper with a giggle. Selene smirked, leaning over to inspect it. “Needs more attitude,” she teased, ruffling Lydia’s hair. Caius walked in, his hair still damp from a shower, a dish towel slung over his shoulder. “What’s this about my attitude?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he slid a plate of pancakes onto the table. Lydia pointed at her drawing, beaming. “It’s you!”

"That's my business, you don't have to worry about it. As long as you make this a big deal, I will win against Amanda this time." Lydia looked at Joey's high morale, and only smiled strangely. Lydia sent a message to the other party, telling them to buy a batch of water armies and curse Amanda to death. After doing everything, Lydia waited to watch the show. She looked at Joey with a haughty expression, "Joey, this time, don't disappoint me. You must win against Amanda." Joey was confident. Could Amanda's designs be better than hers and L's?

Her expression softens as she takes a step closer, her hands clasped in front of her. “My, and what do we have here” She crouches down until she's practically eye level with a beaming Kira. “It's Pinky, from my favourite cartoon. Isn't it pretty?” Kira gushes, holding up the drawing proudly. Lydia studies the drawing, her smile widening. “Nu, razve eto ne chudesno? You have done a wonderful job, Kira” (Well, isn't this just marvellous) Kira grins, “Ava helped me.”

Looking away from the repulsive sight, Lyda slipped down into the cellar, locking the door behind her. “Who do you think you are?” Lyda growled to herself, unable to steer her irrational thoughts away from her sister. “Do you think you’re superior to me? Don’t forget who gave you everything you have now!” Her frustration was turning into indignation the more she allowed the thoughts to linger. In a strange way, she found this mood helpful. Lyda knelt by her bedside and pulled a thin, folded sheet of cloth from underneath it. It was a five by five-foot square cut of cloth, light gray in color. Lyda unfolded the sheet and laid it out on the cellar floor. It was a plain cloth when she had bough

“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!”

DEX Something about her changes right before my eyes. For a heartbeat, I can’t feel her through our bond — as if she’s vanished — but then, her presence rushes back like a wave. Lydia raises her head, and when our eyes meet, I freeze. Her irises are no longer their usual color; they’ve turned a brilliant shade of silver. In fact, all of her seems made of light, glowing softly like molten metal.

"How about this? I'll set up a studio for you. You design the jewelry you like, and I'll be responsible for finding the raw materials and factories to make them out." "Really?" Lydia squealed with delight, then she chattered, "I have so many designs, and I have so many ideas right now. ...... I don't know if I brought my designs. Oh, they should be at my parents' house... ...never mind, those designs should be thrown away by them as scrap paper ...... I can redraw - oh, I have to go buy colored pencils and drawing boards first... ..." The more Lydia said, the more excited she became, she simply got up from the tub and tugged a towel around her body, "I'm going to A****n to shop for items-"