Loud House Lucy's Eyes Novels & Stories

When we got to Lucy’s private room, Rowan opened the door for me and stood back, his usual stoic self. Lucy was sitting up in bed, looking pale but alert, watching some silly game show on TV. When she saw me, her face lit up. “Irene! Oh my god, get in here!” “Lucy!” I rushed to her side, careful not to jostle the bed. We hugged, and I felt her thin shoulders shake a little. When I pulled back, I saw her eyes were wet.

Andrew's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he swallowed hard. His thumb came up, catching a tear at the corner of my eye with unbearable gentleness. "Took you long enough," he rasped, voice rough with emotion. "Fine!" Becca shrieked, her face contorting. With a sudden, hysterical laugh, she brandished her phone like a weapon. "You think you've won? Audrey—look familiar?" My blood turned to ice. The screen showed Lucy—tiny wrists bound with rope, her terrified face streaked with tears—in what looked like an abandoned warehouse.

A figure stepped out from the shadows. Not a guard. It was Lucy. Except this wasn’t the Lucy from school, I will call her Lucy Hunt for clarity, because she is the one with messy ponytails and cheap nail polish. This Lucy Hunt was wearing hunter tech with sleek black armor, glowing lines down the arms, a blade in her hand. Her eyes flicked over us, landing on me. “I told them I’d get you here,” she said and her voice didn’t even shake. “I just didn’t think I’d regret it.”

Although she had answered with a calm face, Ethan had heard the insult in her statement from a like away, Ethan marched from the entrance of the room, right to where Lucy was standing "I believe you heard me right the first time." She answered and looked up from her laptop. Immediately she looked up into Ethan's eyes, Ethan knew that he was a goner. There was a burning fire swirling in the deep blue orbs of her eyes and although he already knew that Lucy was no ordinary woman, he was more convinced when he beheld her eyes.

But I saw it. The way Christy kept glancing up every few seconds, her eyes darting between us as if she could physically track the invisible wall hanging over our heads. Lilly, more discreet, kept her gaze on Erwin, her smile a little too forced to be effortless. And then Lucy arrived. She stepped into the penthouse with the calm precision of someone who knew she’d been summoned not just for childcare, but for damage control. Her eyes flicked to me first, then to Carlisle, and I watched something subtle shift in her expression—understanding, maybe. Or pity.

He doesn’t forget to lock the door from the outside, though, ensuring that we remain trapped under the watchful eyes of the guards stationed outside. “Poor man. You must’ve hit him so hard,” Lucy says with a sigh, her eyes lingering on the closed door. There’s a hint of amusement in her voice, and I can’t help but roll my eyes at her exaggerated sympathy. “Since you’re feeling so bad, then go and suck his limp dick. It’ll soothe the pain,” I retort, my voice laced with sarcasm. “Oh, trust me, I’m gonna do that very soon,” Lucy replies, smirking as she pulls something out from behind her back.

A witch's magic is never truly lost. As I made my way to meet with the pack doctors, a pair of blue eyes kept invading my thoughts and I knew that until I had her, I wouldn't be able to get her out of my head.

"Open your eyes, I want to see in those deep dreamy eyes, my beautiful." Slowly she opened her eyes , they were full of love and want. A soft chuckle left his throat, seeing his shy girl turning into a tigress . Then once again he commanded her to touch herself. She never wanted to leave her grip over her friend yet she tried touching herself rolling on the bed. Seeing her like this he was getting harder, not able to stay apart he quickly grasped her hands and then entered into her slowly and slowly coaxing her. The doors were opened yet too small for a huge entry, beads of sweat were forming on the forehead. He said, " want me to come in", she nodded , he said, " it's going to hurt a bit bu

To be honest, my libido went up, causing irregular pulses in several parts of my body. We arrived at a room. A woman with horns and red eyes flashed, intercepted. "A new girl again?" She asked. "She's not a prisoner for you to take her soul," Kevin argued without answering the horned woman's question. "So she's not my meal candidate?" I started to get goosebumps. Meal candidate? So the horned girl was going to eat me and Jack brought me here on purpose to... “Jack… who is that woman?” I whispered. “She is… she is… my wife….”