Lucille Botzcowski Novels & Stories

Silence, thick and electric. Lucien gives the barest nod. “Sit.” Ivy sinks into her seat, cheeks pink. Professor Lucien effects. I watch her—flushed, focused on her notebook. Like she didn’t just steal the whole room. His attention. Around me, students whisper. A few nod in admiration. I grip my pen tighter. “What’s your name?” Professor Lucien asks. Ivy blinks. “Ivy Wales.” “You made your point,” he says, “but remember—sometimes your words matter less than how you say them.”

Boss Vicker’s response was unexpected, but Lulu still took in his words and nodded in understanding. “My name is Lucinda Cross, and I’d love to be your wife. Well, that’s if the offer is still open.” Lulu responded in a hurried voice. At first, Bos Vicker thought he heard wrong, but when he noticed her expectant gaze on him, he jumped up, rushed to her side, and captured her in a warm embrace.

Just as I was about to leave, the door suddenly burst open. A woman clad in an exquisite designer gown stormed in, her heels clicking against the floor. It was Lucille. Her face was twisted with rage as she shrieked, "Bitch, so it is you who has been seducing my husband!" I scowled at her and said, "I have no interest in your husband. I'm leaving!" "Who said you could leave?" she screamed hysterically. "I’m calling the Gambino family’s Don right now! Let him see your true colors—pretending to talk about business while trying to seduce someone else's husband! You're disgusting!"

"Ah, we're going to sleep. But go ahead, I'll just come back or I'll look for an extra umbrella inside my barracks." The nurse replied with a smile. When Zannie and I entered the barracks, Lucille immediately sought out an umbrella. "All I know is there's more here. Case in point, there's a little something wrong," Lucille said as she rummaged through the umbrella in the small drawer. Zannie watched silently. She first sat to one side and then wiped her rain soaked arm with a towel. "I said, it's still here. You take Howaed and the beautiful nurse there, I'm getting sleepy." She automatically raised an eyebrow in disapproval of what Lucille had said.

Lucious was caught by surprise a little, forcing him to look down about to kick whatever it was off of him when he stopped. Taken aback by the sight before him, Lucious’ body stiffened at the close proximity, his face pulling in to a frown as he saw a small girl of about 9 or 10 years holding onto his legs tightly. He didn’t like it when any female came close to him— even if it was a female child. He hated them. And he hated children more, they were so annoying.

"Don’t be offended, please." Her eyes held an apology, but Mitch only returned her gaze with calm eyes and a reassuring smile. "Not at all," he mind-linked back. “Sir, it’s me,” Lucille said gently. “Lucille, daughter of the late Phillip Clinton.” Pa Wilcox’s face broke into a wide smile. His yellowed, scanty teeth showed as his shrill voice filled the room. “My daughter!” he exclaimed in excitement. “Welcome, welcome!” “Thank you,” Lucille replied quietly, her tone respectful.

"Don't mind her, Lu. Come on, you have to believe me. I never agreed to marry her. It's my parents' plan to get back at my grandparents' good graces. I'll explain everything if you just come with me. Where's Boo, anyway?" "He left.” Lucille sighed and could not hide her frown. “He said it was the godfather of emergencies and he left me with his old colleagues. I was looking for Steph and Dylan when I accidentally bumped into that bitch. She told me she has had you followed for a long time now. That's why she knows me from the pictures." Lucille started walking away again. It was clear that the guests were staring at us, trying to eavesdrop. "I guess her private investigator never found out a

As Lucille washed the dishes, Judiel walked over to her and hugged her back. "Hey, what are you doing? I'm washing here," Lucille said, forcing herself away from Judiel's kiss on her neck. Lucille is tickled by what Judiel is doing. "Can you finish me first?" Lucille laughed, so Judiel stopped and just went next to Lucille to watch her while washing. "Even you're just washing dishes, you're still beautiful." Lucille glared at him. "As much as you know, Liam doesn't have anything to teach you like that. Maybe you asked Paulo?"

“And now… I have to leave. I won’t be able to visit you for years, but I hope you’ll understand.” After bowing three times, she raised her head. Crows cawed in the distance. A drop of crimson blood slid down her forehead and the corner of her reddened eyes, like a tear of blood. That evening, Lucille left the cemetery and went home alone. She brought all the things she had packed downstairs. She burned the crush diary filled with River’s name. She threw away the matching clothing she had secretly brought. She cut the couple photos they had sneakily taken to pieces.

What she has done was the beginning of what she's yet to do. Lucille used her six months of disappearance to study each and every one of her enemies. She learned more about them and every step they took. That was how she discovered Rhea rents men to be her sex toy. She patronizes GUYS who fuck women to be paid. Lucille wanted to use this against Rhea that's why she sent the video to Mr. Carl. She knew he'd yell at Rhea but causing a little conflict among them would satisfy her.