Big Time Rush Lucy Stone Novels & Stories

“Talking about the Cash family just riles me up after everything they’ve done to Judy.” Lucy glanced at Nan, her pale blue eyes scanning her from head to toe. “And you are?” Lucy asked. Nan flushed. “Oh, sorry, Luna,” Nan said, bowing her head slightly. “I am Nan Bigsby. I’m not really anybody. I’m just a waitress and bartender at the Carter resort.”

he said and went back to his seat. “Or you can tell me why you’re in a hurry,” Lucy suggested. “I’m not threatening you when I said I’ll quit. I’ll do it if you don’t change your ways,” she added. Shane went quiet and sighed after a while when Lucy left. “She’s getting stubborn each day,” he commented and shut his eyes. “Alright. Just several hours and this should be over,” he muttered. Shane tried his best to be patient to finish the shoot as he promised to his manager, Lucy. As expected, it didn't take that long for Shane to finish his scenes. Everyone knew he could do it if he wanted to.

Always slithering closer and carefully choosing the right time to strike. By lunch break, he proved it. Lucy, Grant’s new secretary, waltzed toward me with a smile so wide it should be illegal. She was Sandy’s opposite in every way; very friendly, nosy, bubbling with life. And currently, I wanted to strangle her. “Guess what?” She sing-songed. I forced a weak grin. “You finally decided to elope with the mailman?” She rolled her eyes dramatically. “No, silly. You’ve got an admirer.”

“I have nothing to lose.” Lucy didn’t argue. She just nodded and moved to fix my hair, pulling it into soft waves that framed my face. The midnight black dress she’d chosen for me clung to every curve like a second skin, with a slit that ran dangerously high on my thigh. When I stood up, even I barely recognized myself. “You’re so beautiful…” Lucy whispered, stepping back to admire her work. Then, she folded her arms, smug as ever. “Trenton won’t know what hit him.”

"I demand to see Elara Rivers! She has no right to work in this territory after what she did to Damon!" I shifted uncomfortably. "Perhaps I should speak with her." "I don't think that's necessary," Lucian said, finally looking up. His blue eyes were calm, almost amused. "Let her exhaust herself." I blinked in surprise. "But the disruption—" "Is nothing new," he finished smoothly. "Isabella Stone creates a scene at least once a month." But this wasn't just any scene. This was about me. About my past with the Stone Pack and Damon Thorne.

Her sharp gaze scanned the clearing, confusion flickering across her face as she realized something was amiss. Sticking to Lucy’s plan, I took a deep breath and stepped out from behind the stone. My footsteps were deliberate, my face set with a confidence I didn’t quite feel. “Looking for me?” I called out, my voice echoing slightly in the stillness. The woman’s head snapped toward me, her eyes narrowing. “Why were you following me? What do you want?” I demanded. Before she could answer, Lucy appeared behind her, her movements swift and calculated. In her hands was a large stone, which she brought down on the woman’s head with startling force. The impact was sickening, and the woman crumpled

“Lucy is very competent at currying favor with people. Otherwise, how could she go from being Kennedy’s assistant to the administrative department manager in such a short time? I’ve been in Soul for a longer time compared to her.” The other female staff exchanged gazes and seemed to think that she was right. ‘Lucy is only 23 years old, and she’s been promoted from a tiny assistant to the manager of the administration department within two years of joining Sou. That’s a very fast march for someone like her. ‘However, it’s mainly because Ms. Vanderbilt likes Lucy very much, and it’s obvious to everyone that Lucy knows how to please her superiors.’ After they left the bathroom, Naomi, who came

“VP Clark, Lucy—this is our jewelry designer for the show. This is Adela.” Adela offered a small, polite smile and nodded in greeting. Her eyes swept briefly over VP Clark—elegant and clearly competent—then settled on Lucy. Dark red lipstick, chestnut waves, and heavy makeup that didn’t fully cover the dry patches on her nose. So this was Lucy—the actress tangled in all those recent Layson Norman dating rumors.

She deadpanned. " What? How did Lucy become your Sister? " " You never know, so you better keep your mouths shut Because I am watching you. " She announced as she walked away from them. " Who's she anyways? , All acting Big and mighty, isn't she just a cheap model who slept her way up? " " That's true, I recently heard that she got Married to CEO Daniel Romero. " " Really? No wonder she feels very proud now, I am very certain that she seduced him too. "

And God help me, I wanted her more now than I ever had when she was mine. The door to my office swung open, and Lucy stormed in. She was wearing a dress that was too tight and too short for ten in the morning, her face caked in expensive makeup that couldn't hide the ugly sneer on her lips. "Is it true?" she shrieked, throwing her purse onto my sofa. "Did that bitch really block our bottling shipment? Your father is furious, Tyler! I'm just coming from the family beach house. He says if you don't handle her, he’s going to pull his support from the Rider board!"