Novel & Cerita Did Snow Kill Lucy

Her own private genocide. Corpses piled high through the lot, snow falling on them in straight lines. Chicago’s rats scurried out from the nearby streets and made burrows from their slashed necks and crushed skulls. Emily looked down at the corpse at her feet. It belonged to Lucette. She hadn’t been bludgeoned to un-death by the bat she’d asked for Christmas that year. No. Her head had been sawn off with one of the kitchen knives— The front door banged against the wall with a thud, revealing the empty threshold.

Lucy yelled. “You let Stanley beat me and caused me a miscarriage, Lucy, right?” I asked, tears spilling down my cheeks. “So what, huh, Jennifer? What if I did?” Lucy stepped toward me, leaning in, her face twisted with mock fury. What the hell would you do to me?” “What?! You admitted it, Lucy!” I asked, totally frozen. “And do you want to hear more, little rat?” she said. “I sent the men that killed Perculiar.” “LUCY!!!” I screamed.

I mumbled to myself as I kept the book inside my bag. Was it the only last resort... lucid dreaming, a way to know what would be the reasons of a certain person that happened to take away their own life without giving any hint? Was it the only last thing that we could possibly do? Like what Caius did, it was my last option when I lost my mother when she jumped off of a 10-story building of a city hall and died.

I said, looking back at him as I entered the car, “we can’t have you on the dirty side of business.” Lucy’s POV I woke up to a cold morning, Dante’s side of the bed was already empty. As expected. I realized I was already craving the warmth his body provides and I wanted to smack myself with a pan. What’s wrong with me? This was the same man who threatened to kill my father once he found out where he’s hiding if I didn’t marry him. And yet, he didn’t force me to do anything last night. He even tucked me to bed, his hand stayed put around my waist the entire night. A warm feeling expanded in my chest just by thinking about it.

He chuckled nervously. Lucy spun around and headed to the fridge to get herself a cup of cold water. “Calm down, Lucy…murder is a crime. Killing your husband is a crime even though he is cheating…” She got the cup of water and drank it all at once. But it didn't quench the desire to kill him. “How long have you been standing there? You startled me, you know.” Logan said, a nervous chuckle leaving his throat. He had to know if she heard his conversation.

“I like both, but let's do the position that you are most comfortable with.” “I love you, Cherry.” He kissed my cheeks. On our way back to Dylan's office, his phone rang. It was Bill. “Hugo's dead. Lucy did it.” ********** Lucy // Flashback // “Lucy, wait.” Crippling back to the cabin where his mother used to live, Ravi grabbed my arm, only to earn a death glare from me. “You're still bleeding. We must go to see a doctor.” He sounded genuine, yet stupid.

I couldn't hold back my tears, for I said, “He's still with you; his love for you will never fade. The love between the 2 of you will not go away because of his disappearance. Do you understand what I mean?” Lucy struggled to respond between muffled screams. “But... But I would never see him again.” In fact, she would never meet José again in this world. Due to my slip of the tongue, Lucy grabbed the tombstone, stubbornly refusing to let go. The second passed and at night it fell quickly. Even as the sky darkened, Lucy sat insistently in front of the Tombstone. After my assistant has sent out the guests. Down the Mountain, he brought us some coats.

I said still fighting back tears, Lucy had been a kid sister to me and my responsibility. I was sure many of them didn’t know her very well and I decided to tell them about her as a form of eulogy "Lucy was one of the very first female I met after I had a disagreement with my first pack who wanted to go on a killing spree and I rejected and a dance had ensued, bloody and difficult dance of me and Blake against 10 of them. And we dance until we prevailed, it was first just me and Blake Santos hoping to build a new pack, then we met Lucy Richards. She was a strong and determined female who had strong convictions about her belief and had been a victim for it. She had fought her whole life for w

It was, after all, within her. “There is another way,” Lucy appeared before her. Lucy’s face was deathly white, her irises blanched in death, her lips blue. She offered Aislen a bloodied knitting needle. “It hurts like nothing else, but give it a good shove, and you won’t be pregnant anymore.” Aislen danced back from the puddle of blood that formed around Lucy’s feet, dripping down her legs and staining her socks. “They don’t care what happens to us,” Lucy told her, her skin turning black and her body crumbling into dust before Aislen’s eyes, until nothing remained but a sticky pool of blood reflecting her own face back at her.

She smiled, Lucy nodded in agreement. In a twinkle of an eye and even before Lucy had the chance to register anything that's happening, Cassandra appeared right in front of her and then she sank her claws into her chest and grabbed her heart. Lucy's eyes widen with shock and disbelieve. "The only far place you'll be going to is hell darling." Cassandra smirked before bringing her heart out of her chest. Lucy collapsed to the floor, dead "Now that's settled." #Flash-ends