Big Time Rush Lucy Stone Novels & Stories

If he didn’t see Bella, he wouldn’t have to face the mess they’d gotten themselves into. Each day, Lucas arrived at the office earlier than anyone else, sometimes before dawn, and stayed long after everyone had left. He buried himself in paperwork, in meetings, in conference calls. He set his mind to fixing the company’s problems, expanding his empire, and making more money than anyone could ever dream of. That was who he was—Lucas Stone, the unstoppable business tycoon. But behind the doors of his office, he was a different man—a man who was avoiding his own life. His assistant knocked gently on his door one evening, just as he was finishing up another meeting. “Mr. Stone, it’s getting late

“Of course…it should be.” Lucy said, smirking as she made her way to the dressing room to get ready after receiving a reply text from Steve. “Hey girl….damn, you look so hot as always, baby!” Sassy exclaimed. Sassy was one of the workers in the club house and Lucy’s closest pal. “Yeah…you can say that again honey!” Lucy shouted in excitement. “Looks like you have a huge client tonight….I can see that!” Sassy said, grinning.

She had thirty days left of freedom. "Say yes, Lucy," Adrian whispered against her ear, his breath hot. "Say it for the world to hear." Lucy looked into the camera lens, her lips trembling as she forced them into a smile. "Yes," she said, her voice sounding like a stranger’s. "I can’t wait." As the room cheered again, Lucy felt the gold ring tighten around her fingers. She wasn't a fiancée anymore; she was a prisoner on a countdown.

Lucy shouted, her loud voice booming over the call. "Yeah, I know," I laughed sadly, trying to ease my broken heart. "It's 8:30 p.m. I am outside the Blues Club and the security men refuse to let me in," I said. "Come over now. My boss is waiting to see you," she said. "Alright," I replied, ended the call, and moved to the front of the club. Lucy stood there elegantly like a queen, dressed in a short red dress and black shoes. She was my age-mate. Her thighs and cleavage were exposed, and her feet tapped on the ground as she watched me hurry over to meet her.

“Don’t look at him like you’re going to puke, for one.” “Am I dreaming? Pinch me. Throw a bucket of ice water on me.” Erin pinched her so hard that Lucy yelped. “Okay, okay, it’s real! No more pinching,” said Lucy. Erin flashed her a grin. A pretty woman with auburn hair and an exuberant laugh, Erin had become Lucy’s friend after they’d had one ridiculous conversation about their favorite cat memes. Erin had a smaller part in the film than Lucy, who’d somehow managed to get the lead role despite not having any movie experience. Lucy’s resume, though, was as long as her arm, with parts in anything her agent could land her: commercials, plays, short indie flicks and everything in between.