Crossing The Line Lucy Score Novels & Stories

Lucy’s POV- Is he trippin’? His voice is firm, but his eyes are soft. It’s an enchanting gaze like a spell was casted on me and just couldn’t say no. Ok fine, I get it. Better near than in the same room. Oh please Lucy, it’s all over your nerves. It’s almost obvious that it is screaming Conner’s name. Are you certain you wouldn’t go knocking on Conner’s door tonight to be in his arms, tough momma? The argument of my alter ego is just as annoying as ever. But I swear the endearment in his eyes are awfully tempting. Still, looks like I simply don’t have any choice, but to give in to Conner’s request. I crossed my arms across my chest, “You just don’t give me any choice, do you? This is all yo

Moments later, a recording played, sharp and unmistakable: “Get away from me! Yes, I told you to target her… So what? You’ve already crossed the Reynolds family. Do you want to go against the Chancer family too?” The voice was piercingly clear. Lucy’s face turned ghostly pale as her knees buckled, sending her crumbling to the ground. It was unmistakably her voice. The recording echoed in the silent room like a hammer, leaving no doubt. "Miss Chancer, that’s your voice," Sarah said icily, her gaze piercing as she stared at Lucy. Lucy shivered uncontrollably, unable to muster a single word. Meanwhile, Charlotte’s eyes widened in disbelief. Panic surged within her as she excused herself under t

The lazy voice of Lucas rang out again as he held up his phone, “The hallway security footage just came in. Why don't we all take a look?" Lucy's face instantly drained of color. Soon, her syrupy voice came from the phone, “Lucas, I fell for you the moment I saw you. "If I could be your woman, even just once would be enough for me." In the footage, Lucy was leaning against a door, her face flushed with desire.

The note said, "Watch yourself. This is more than you believe. Lucy's eyes tightened and her mouth clenched. This is what? Her mind raced; as shadows lengthened around her, the simple certainty wavered. She looked back at the monitor. A ghost of a memory attempting to break free, Alistair's lips said twitch. Lucy spat, "No. Not at this time. Her fingers raced over the keyboard, bypassing security measures. "They don't get to win." Warnings flashed on the screen; attempted intrusion found. Eyes keen with resolve, Lucy swore beneath her breath. "This isn't finished," she continued, her voice low and menacing. Burning in her head like a menace and a challenge, she took her coat and quietly left

My stomach drops. “Lucas,” I say, firmer now. “He didn’t…force me. It’s complicated. I just wasn’t sure and—” “If you’re not sure,” Lucas’s gaze locks on me. “Then that a no, Ellie. He took advantage of that.” I feel a burn flash through me. A fire. “Lucas,” I snarl. “You’re crossing a line.” His eyes flick up to my face, realization crashing in all at once. He loosens his grip immediately, like he’s been burned.

"Why did you cross the line?" Lucian’s grip softened, his fingers tracing the marks on Thalynn’s neck with a reverent touch. "Because I couldn't breathe without knowing you were mine. Because I was tired of being the only one who knew how brilliant you were. I wanted the bond, Thalynn. I wanted the biological certainty that you couldn't run away again." Lucian pulled back, his eyes scanning the room as if he were already looking for intruders. The lover was gone; the strategist was back, but he was a strategist driven by a new, terrifying priority.

The music kept playing…slow, sensual beats that made everything feel more intense. My nipples tightened against my bra, obvious through the thin tank top. I knew he could see. “This is crossing a line,” I said, but my legs shifted anyway, the ribbons sliding smoothly over my thighs. Luca’s eyes darkened. “You’ve been crossing lines in my head for years, Amelia. Every time you bend over in those little shorts. Every time you tell me to fuck off with that fire in your eyes. I think about shutting you up in other ways.”

All growing at the same time. “Good,” she murmured softly. Because the closer Lucien got to the truth— The easier it would be to control how he saw it. ⸻ And somewhere between fear and truth— Between past and present— The line had finally been crossed. And there was no going back.

his mother had said urgently, “honey, what’s the matter?” Kneeling beside her son, she reached out her hand to touch him and he screamed as if her contact had burned him. Recoiling, her hands had flown to her throat. “What’s happening to my son?” she begged, helplessly watching her child, afraid to touch him again. “Lucy, what did you do?” Keion’s aunt had demanded. Lucy, who already had tears in her eyes cried, “I didn’t hurt him, he was playing with the water and I thought he was drowning, so I pulled him out.”

Lincoln stepped forward. "Maybe you could exchange that gift of life with a little paperwork? Believe me, with George Berger you will be dead before you know it. Just try to stay alive for as long as possible so we get our monthly pay. We have a deal don't we!" Lucy paused... Her mouth opened to make words. But just like her heart, her world, her soul, and her spirit, her voice was broken. Her knees remained slumped to the floor. Her heart burned with an intense heat as pain, like a stab coursed through her body.