Is Lucy Gray Alive Novels & Stories

I held her while she took her last breath. I suffered through all those days of taunts from Jade, the lies, hearing how she’d taken it all from me. I watched my daughter die. Did I dream it? Was it the drugs Jade forced into me? Was it madness? The crib is exactly where it should be. My eyes lock onto her. I suck in a deep breath and just hold it. Lucy is alive. Not still, not pale, not wired to machines. She is up on her feet, hair in a wild halo of curls, slapping the bars with her palms and laughing at nothing.

“Let her feel a sense of accomplishment!” I looked at him and grinned. I liked Grayson. We were so in sync. He was already taking action on what I had in mind. After discussing business matters, I asked him, “Any new updates from Rory?” I don’t know why, but I was concerned about Rory’s situation. I want to see the outcome. He shook his head. “There’s no new valuable information. But Lucille’s passing might not be as simple as it seems. It’s suspicious.” “Why do you think so?” I looked at Grayson. If he voiced his doubts, he already had some leads or a target in mind.

Meanwhile, Lucy had always been using the same one, so my assistant was able to pinpoint her location quickly. Wide, we arrived in a hurry, we found Lucy lying on the floor with a pool of blood beneath her. Meanwhile, there were pieces of broken glass sitting around her. My heart swelled with pain and I ran to hold her. Feeling the heat from my body, Lucy slowly opened her eyes. There was a dead silence in the depths of her eyes. It was as if she had just had a near-death experience. Feeling distressed, I held her tightly in my arms. She tugged at my Sleeve, and murmured: “He is gone, he has left me forever.”

“I came too late, didn’t I, Lucy? “It’s alright. I’ll take you home now.” Gritting my teeth against the pain in my abdomen, I hoisted Lucy onto my back. “Wham!” The pain was so intense that my leg gave out. Lucy slipped from my grasp and hit the ground hard. “I’m sorry, Lucy!” I cried. Sinking to my heels, I tried to get her onto my back again. As I leaned close to Lucy, maggots crawled out of her pale, lifeless ears. The gruesome fact that Lucy was dead stared me right in the face.

“So, Lucia is close to your wife, huh? I wonder what she felt when she saw me. A lot of people said that I look like Jane Moore, which I actually agreed to the moment I searched up her face online…” I did not want this conversation to end this fast. I at least needed to know more before leaving this room. I hated the feeling of being confused whether Gray was telling me the truth or not, but as long as he was telling me something about his family, then I guess I could bear staying with him for a little longer. “Actually, she kept telling me that you were alive the first time she saw you. She wasn’t aware that Serena Ambers and Jane Moore weren’t the same. I understand her. I was just as conf

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.

After all…to everyone else, Lucy had indeed died more than 20 years ago. What if the 'Ms. Hamilton' that Nikki had so endearingly called was not Lucy at all? What if there indeed existed two women who looked the exact same and even shared the same name? If this woman was indeed Lucy, why would everyone, including Granny Lynch and Lucy's own husband, be so adamant that she was dead? However, this was not what Bonnie was worried about at all. She had overheard Luna and Joshua talking about the possibility that the person who had killed both Lucy Hamilton and Colin Landry, thus leading to the misunderstanding between the two families, was still living in Merchant City.

The thoughts of how far this case had come kept moving back and forth in Lucile’s head. A voice kept screaming in her head. 'What have I done. this is an action you should have taken years ago. Not now' The voice kept on speaking. But I did feel him inside me. he had no right to do that. I never remembered giving him consent or a go ahead. Or did I? She was stuck in a state of delirium as she dwelled in her trance for a while until she was woken by the vibrations from her phone which had been ringing out loud for a while now , but obviously not loud enough to wake her from the trance in one ring.