روايات وقصص ضمن Loud House Lucy's Eyes

I pull my arm out from under her, watching horrified as her eyelids flash open, bright rays of white light beaming from them. "Lucy!" I shout. My blood is now pumping quickly through my system. I have no idea what's normal or not. Her eyes are open wide, not blinking or moving. They're solid white, and the light is shooting up into the ceiling, completely illuminating the room. Seth and Leon come running into the room. Leon runs into the back of Seth as he stops abruptly, taking in the sight of Lucy, flaccid on the bed, with lights beaming from her eyes.

Her tongue darted out to lick her chapped lips, but her mouth had grown insufferably dry. Twinkling green eyes raked over Kate, feathered brows furrowed as she nodded disbelievingly. “Oh-kay. Well, I’m Lucy. I just moved in across the hall.” She motioned to the apartment adjacent to Kate’s, the door ajar. “Kate.” “It’s nice to meet you,” Lucy smiled widely, slightly crooked teeth hiding behind full, pink lips. “I’ve been meaning to come and talk to you actually. Am I totally insane or is the couple in that apartment ridiculously loud? It’s driving me mad.”

However, at the thought of why she was here to see him, the look in her eyes dimmed. “Let’s talk inside, Lulu.” Mason pretended not to see the change in her eyes and opened the door. He was warm and gentlemanly as usual. Lucy lowered her head and smiled bitterly as she followed him. This was where she used to live with him, but now, she could only wait for him to open the door. Lucy gave a complicated look around the living room and floor. She noticed lots of changes that made her uncomfortable, especially the gold and red invitations placed inside the house.

' I mentally rolled my eyes. "By the way, Lucy," I said aloud. "I need a huge favor from you." "Me?" She tilted her head sideways, genuinely surprised. "Yeah." I nodded. "I need you to create one of those security cameras. Trust me, you're going to get a huge reward if my plan bears fruit." The confusion on Lucy's face was so hilarious, I could barely hold myself. I literally pictured multiple question marks floating above her head. "Huh?" she said. ########

The bass from the club floor below pulsed faintly through the walls, but Barry sat still in his office upstairs, the door shut tight, his desk covered in files. He’d been scanning through contracts, receipts, and shipment logs all morning, but his mind hadn't stayed on the paperwork for long. His laptop screen glowed in front of him, a paused CCTV clip from the mansion's garden displayed clearly. He pressed play again. And there it was... Lucy. Wearing a loose white blouse, hair fluttering in the breeze, smiling up at Dean like she had no care in the world.

Frankie slows the car and pulls into a wrap-around driveway, heading behind a tall white house. When we get around to the back, I see that there are about three gigantic black SUV’s already here. “Oh geeze,” Lucy says, sniffing harder and wiping beneath her eyes with her good hand. She turns to me and tilts her chin up. “Do I look okay?” she asks as Frankie pulls the car to a stop. “No mascara under my eyes?”

Lucy's gaze locked onto the tall standing mansion, its grandeur stirring up a hurricane of emotions within her... Hope, fear, and a dash of desperation. All swirling together in a toxic cocktail that threatened to swallow her whole. Arizona's voice piped through Lucy's mind from behind bringing her back to consciousness. Arizona's hand slipped into Lucy's, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Mommy, who lives here?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "You weren't listening before, were you?" Lucy's eyes interlocked into that of five years old with eyes that sparked with innocence and rendered anyone powerful.

Until his wife’s dead body is found, the entire hospital also shuts down While at the same time… Lucy’s eyes opened slowly with severe headache. Her vision was a little blurry. But she could tell she was in a car. Possibly a truck And it kept on moving without a break The serenity and darkness of the place told her they were possibly in the middle of some bushy road. But where is she being taken to?

They had just hit a jackpot. Emmie was lying on the old shitty mattress in the treehouse. Her feet were kicked up on the wall, ankles crossed, rested on the hole in the wall that she and Christopher had named a window, years ago. Hands holding the book, lips curled upward as she read her favorite part of it, the girl hummed quietly, whispering out the words. She didn’t notice anyone approaching or watching her until she heard the familiar voice. “Hi, kiddo.” Her feet disappeared from the window as she bookmarked the right page, and with a smile, appeared at the entrance of the treehouse, looking down toward the ladder she had carried there just this morning.

Sarah was waiting for her at the door (as I called her here beforehand) and they both left, the pack doctor was in an inner room and I had no idea where the nurses were so that left just me and Rosé in the room I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand ‘sorry I put you through this’ I whispered ‘Aidan?’ she said then began turning left and right on the bed ‘Rosie? Can you hear me?’ She shook again as if fighting against something then she calmed down and then opened her eyes but her eyes weren’t the normal brown colored eyes I knew, they were yellow