Crossing The Line Lucy Score Novels & Stories

“You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to show up here acting like you care after everything you pulled. Leave. Now.” Lucy’s face twisted. She took a step back but didn’t go quietly. “Wow. You’re really choosing her over me? After everything? I was trying to help. She looks like shit and you’re letting her walk around like this? Fine. Keep your little stolen Luna. I could have been a better replacement anyway.” She spun on her heel and stormed out, but not without dropping one last snide comment. “I’ll make sure you learn a good lesson for stealing what’s mine very soon.”

He trailed his finger down to her cleavage and cupped it. "Clinton please don't do this." "Don't do what? this he put his finger in her mouth. "Or this." He raised the side of her gown, exposing her thighs. Lucy was lost in the ecstasy of his finger running down her thighs when she heard her name. "Lucy!!" "Fuck."

had been increased to the maximum. “Not yet!” Lucy’s finger continuously tapped the table. Her patience was running out, too; they were running out of time. The task seemed simple to her, and she had calculated a maximum success rate, but she couldn't take the essence of the silence. Lily stood up, her chin tilted, her face down with terror, impatience etched on her countenance. “We will have to go there to check on how things-” “You don't do that!” Lucy cut in sharply and before she could say more…..

Susan was crying openly now, her shoulders shaking, her hands twisting together in her lap as if she could physically wring the past out of existence if she just tried hard enough. “I learned very early,” Lucian said, his voice lower now, rougher, stripped of pretense, “that there’s something in me that doesn’t know moderation. That's when I cross a line, I don’t stop halfway. When that happens, all I can see is red and blood.” His eyes flicked down to Elara just for a moment. Just long enough for the room to understand everything that went unsaid in that glance, how much trust it took to stand beside her, how much control it took not to let the darkness swallow him whole.

I felt something thicker streaming down my neck. Putting my hand to it. I swallowed. Blood. The bandage on my head was opening up. I was definitely going to die today. ********** *DANICA* "MOMMY!"Lucy yelled walking into my bedroom. "You need to let him in." "Lucy, you have to stay away from that man...he's a bad person" "Do you know him? I thought...." "I don't know him" "Then how do you know he's bad?" “I...I just...he looks bad"

"But you deliberately wore clothes in the same color family as his, sprayed on the same perfume, and wore a watch in the same style. "We're both women. Do you think I can't understand these little tricks to mark your territory?" The light from the street signs fell across her face. That forced innocent smile finally couldn't hold. Simon instinctively looked down at his own cuff, then at Ivy's wrist. His brows slowly knit together. Ivy immediately hid her hand behind her back. "Maren, you're overthinking it. It's just a coincidence." I kept smiling as I looked at her. "Then the wedding-cancellation message I sent Simon the night before the wedding, the one you deleted -- was that a coincidenc

With that same infuriating smirk still playing on his lips, Lucas leaned in, his voice dropping to a husky murmur. “Or else?” he drawled. “What would you do if I did cross the line?” Elena held his gaze and enunciated each word clearly. “I’ll screw you,” For the first time that evening, Lucas froze. His hazel eyes darkened slightly. “Elena, do you know what you’re saying?” “Try me,” she challenged. And in that moment, she realized she had just crossed the line herself. Lucas’ hazel eyes burned into Elena’s.

Blinding. Something collides with the back of my skull and my world tips. I collapse forward, hands scraping against the floor, vision flickering. The voice changes. Now female. Cold. Detached. “He talks too much.” My blood sings in my ear. My body is failing me, limbs heavy as lead. The man speaks again, voice lower. “He’s remembering, that’s the problem.” I try to lift my head and everything spins. Then I feel it–something brushing my face. Fabric. Tight. Restricting.

She couldn't hide her smug satisfaction on her face. "Seven years… So what? Just one phone call, and he ran straight to me. You'll never beat me." "Fine, you can have him. Will that make you happy?" I couldn't be bothered to argue. I moved aside, already thinking about cutting ties with Zach for good. "I don't care about your charity. He has always been mine, Annie." Annoyed at being ignored, Jessica's eyes flashed with malice as she stomped on my dress. I lost my balance and instinctively grabbed Jessica's arm.

He stood, brushing his hands off before heading toward the door. But just before he went inside— He paused. And looked back. At Lucian. Again. That same look. Unspoken. Unclear. But real. The door closed behind him. And just like that— The air shifted. Elena stood slowly. Her gaze fixed on Lucian. “You crossed a line.” Lucian rose to his feet. Calm. Steady. “I didn’t force anything.” Elena’s voice sharpened. “You didn’t need to.” Lucian met her gaze.