Lucille Botzcowski Novels & Stories

Lucille looked back and threw her a short smile. Chloe crossed her arms as she watched the slim woman make her way to her bed. “What exactly do you want Lucille?” “Oh, come on, no need to sound so bitter, I am here to give you some advice.” “I don't have time for jokes Lucille.” “Please call me Lu. Listen, what Amir did yesterday was quite crude, obviously. But I feel you should have given in anyway. I mean, look at that piece of work. He wants you and you had better wise up and grab this opportunity.”

“Besides… I only want to be close to you.” I tried to look unimpressed, but the warmth in his eyes made my resolve waver. Still… I wasn’t about to let this slide completely. “We’ll see,” I muttered, turning toward his office. “You owe me dinner after this.” His low chuckle followed me inside. “Anything you want, Mrs. Whitmore.” — Someone’s POV “That bitch!” Lucille spat in fury. She still couldn’t believe Eloise had the nerve to talk back to her like that. Snatching a cigarette from her bag, she lit it and stalked over to the window of her father’s office, glaring out at the city below.

It seemed like everything Lucille had known about him before had only been a part of his deception. … After leaving the cafe, Lucille hopped into her black Mercedes-Benz G Class. Just then, she heard her phone ring with an incoming call from Robert. "Hello, Robert." "Hey, Lucy. I've just arrived in Whiteloop City. Let's have dinner tonight. I'll introduce you to someone," said Robert cheerfully. Lucille fell into a momentary silence. Blake and Robert had both asked her out tonight. Since when had she become so popular? At last, she thought of a solution to this hassle. She knew the purpose of Robert's visit to Whiteloop City. After all, Bardot Group was a pharmaceutical company. "You know, R

Oh well, life goes on. As to the woman directly next to me, she must be in her 60’s. She has a distinguished look about her as she glides across the floor to say, “Ah, you are here finally. We have been waiting. I am Lucille and this is my family. We are the head of the Luminous Organization and we have brought you here today because we seem to have a problem.” Inspecting her more closely, I realize that she is younger than I thought and most likely in her 50’s. She has emerald, green eyes that seem to be lit by an inner light that I have never seen before. It’s almost hypnotic.

The phone in her hand was still recording everything. Lucille was faster. She grabbed my arm and yanked me back hard, her grip surprisingly strong. “Let’s go, Flo. This bitch isn’t worth it. Come on.” I twisted against her hold, still trying to lunge forward again, vision blurred with rage and vodka. “Get off me, Lucille! I’m not done—” Lucille pulled harder, wrapping an arm around my waist this time and dragging me back a full step. “Yes, you are. Walk away before security tosses your ass out. She’s not worth the jail time on top of everything else.”

“Are you going to throw me out, huh? Do you know who I am? I’m Lucille Hartley, the sole heiress of the Hartley fortune. One phone call is all I have to make to wipe out your existence from Maddox’s life. Leave my man alone or you won’t live to regret it.” Iris grabbed onto the door to regain her balance. Lucille’s scowling face terrorized her. She had never liked her since the day she had stepped into her room in Maddox’s house. Now she realized why Maddox had reacted that way. It seemed nothing was beyond the evil woman. Would Lucille really kill her? “I’ll go the day Maddox throws me out. Please leave. This room is mine now, and you’re encroaching on my personal space.”

"Zoom in on that photo, Evelyn." Everyone's attention immediately returned to the screen as Evelyn zoomed in on the photo Doris had indicated. "What?" Evelyn glanced at her friend. "Do you recognize anything?" "Yeah, I think so," Doris drawled with uncertainty. "Come on, zoom in closer to the shoes." Evelyn did as she said. And Doris inhaled sharply. Everyone turned to her. "What is it, Doris?" Brad asked. Doris turned to Brad. "Those boots I gave them to. . . to Lucy on her birthday last year," she stuttered as panic dug its claws into the pit of her stomach.

James chuckled, “Zenithal Roc Matron, let me introduce you to an old friend.” With that, he looked at Lucille. “This is Lucille Babs, the only descendant of Mr. Franciscus, the King of Curses.” Zenithal Roc Matron’s expression changed abruptly, and the way she looked at Lucille seemed like she had found a daughter who had been lost for countless years. Lucille was somewhat at a loss upon seeing her reaction. “Franciscus’ daughter,” Zenithal Roc Matron said with her voice trembling, “Franciscus still has bloodline left in this world? Is... is this true?”

Lucile had always been very reserved . she hadn’t much friends who came around to visit her much. So it was really a surprise that the only one who she was seen to be close with – Bayo Justice Madonna, would be attempting to rape her in her own home. Lucile had known B.J for years now as both their families had been acquainted with each other even before their birth . the lawsuit had really put a severing cut to the ties of friendship that once held both families.