Crossing The Line Lucy Score Novels & Stories

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.

Deep down, I just prayed they would see past their fight in the corridor earlier and do something good together—like let me go back to my father. “She’s a snitch!” Lucy’s voice boomed again. I shut my eyes, trying to focus on why Caines scent wasn’t on him when he kissed me…and why he even kiss me before everyone. Was he planning on going public? “I’m gonna kill her! Low-lifed bitch!” Lucy yelled again, and I just knew it was going to be impossible to shut their voices out. “Caine…Caine…don’t go there, don’t go in there! She’s brainwashing you!” Lucy cried. I guess Caine was coming.

she whispered, trembling. “Then we get caught together,” Lucian said, a dark grin spreading across his face. “Because there’s no turning back. Once you’ve crossed the line, once you’ve let me claim you like this… there’s only forward. And I intend to push us as far as we can go.”

Amora continued, her tone calmer yet piercing, “how important I am to Vicktor. If you go any further… you won’t survive either.” The words hit Lucy like a bullet—straight to the chest. Painful. Burning. Last night’s wound felt as though it had been ripped open again. Lucy laughed mockingly, but her eyes gleamed with wild intensity. “You think your threat means anything?” Instead of backing down, Lucy’s resolve hardened. She didn’t pull over. She didn’t slow down. Instead, she focused on driving, making sharp maneuvers to prevent Vicktor from blocking her path. “Fine, Elisha,” Lucy said coldly, pressing the gas pedal to the floor. “Let’s see…”

Let me tell you, stop daydreaming. "Lucy already has someone as reliable as Matthew supporting her. And you have nothing now. All you need to do get close to them and achieve our goals. You shouldn't always think that I'm using you. I, too, am being used by my superiors. Do you understand?" When Linus heard this, his gaze was vacant as he nodded. Perhaps Daniel was right. He had developed feelings for Lucy, but Lucy already had Matthew by her side. How could a man with hands stained in blood approach such a pure and innocent woman?

Not too close. Lucy stirred inside me as I walked, her voice low and teasing. “You should’ve gone to have dinner. Let them see who the real Luna is. Let Emma choke on her stolen spotlight.” I smiled faintly. “Happiness and peace come from within, remember? I don’t need to prove anything to them.” Lucy scoffed. “Sometimes, that’s just cowardice dressed up as calm.” I rolled my eyes and kept walking, pretending not to hear her. The sea breeze grew stronger as I crossed the bridge, brushing against my hair. The moonlight shimmered across the water, soft and haunting.

I leaned against a door, peeking back, spotting Liam’s slumped figure, head thrown back, and my stomach twisted, remorse slamming into me like a fist, his body, his cock, his love scorching my thoughts, filthy and forbidden. “Hello, Ava,” a smooth, close voice purred nearby, laced with fake sugar. “That took some nerve, sweetie. Killer performance.” It was Lucy, no doubt, her words slicing as she sauntered past, heading out toward Liam, hips swaying, predatory.

Lucy crossed her arms slowly. “Yes, I did. And I’ll do it ten more times if you don’t shut that filthy mouth of yours.” Alicia stared at her in outrage. “How dare you raise your dirty hand at me? Do you even know who I am?” Lucy lifted a brow. “I am Alexander Vaughn’s wif…” she wanted to say but then quickly stopped, her eyes shifting around onto everyone in the room until it landed on Alex’s cold gaze, which made her shiver with fear and swallow whatever she wanted to say.

“I wish I’m rich.” Andrew, my best friend, moaned tiredly across from me. We just finished up cleaning every inch of the flower boutique. “Don’t we all?” He narrowed his eyes on me. “You’re Lucy Silvera. So, no, you don’t.” “No, I don’t,” I agreed, perusing through some old documents. “I’m just humoring you so you’d shut up.” “I still can’t believe you rejected her offer. We’re talking about a thousand dollars here!”