Lucinda Williams Novels & Stories

"My name is Jennifer Elie. My sister, Linda Argwins, has been in a coma for six years following a deadly car crash in December 2014. A month ago, I went to her house back in the village to do some cleaning. And while I turned over her pile of clothes, I came across this secret journal that contains overwhelming information about her woes and sticky wicket, and which might be helpful in resuscitating her health." 💫🌟🌟🌟💫

It was a bolt out of blue for Rosalie, her eyes widened in shock, and she gasped. “What?! When did this happen?" She panicked, now feeling extremely sorry for Lucinda. "It was many years ago," Lucinda answered, her voice shaking with emotions. Rosalie's tears slipped out, and she began to cry, she could not imagine the pain Lucinda went through. “... I didn't tell anyone because I was too ashamed and my mate found out, he rejected me. So, ever since then, it been eating me up inside and to think I lost my womb due or it!” Lucinda gritted in tears.

"Alright, Lucia," Cindy left the office and Linda let out a soft laugh, "If only I could be this diligent and hardworking as you" Lucia shook her head with a smile and said to Linda, "You're diligent and hardworking as far as I can tell. You don't have to be me" Her phone buzzed and she raised her device to see the call from an unknown ID. She hesitates and then took the call, "Lucia Richardson of Classy Chic speaking..." "Lucia Richardson. Funny. You need to change that to Antonio" She heard the masculine voice from the other and followed by a snicker.

She exclaimed madly. "That is why none of your plans become successful, Candice. You always decide recklessly," Lucinda uttered firmly. "What? You're gonna call me a failure again?" She asked and cackled. "No," Lucinda said. "I'm gonna tell your face that Larisa will just crumple you like paper." Her hands were clenched on her lap while not backing down from Lucinda's tough eyes at her. She was lost for words and Lucinda simply shook her head as if she's indeed a disappointment to the Valestine before she turned her back and marched out of the room.

His children were powerful too—gifted with sharp senses and dominant auras. Lucinda was the odd one out. She was born a Beta with ordinary senses and no natural authority. She grew up knowing she wasn’t enough, no matter how important her last name was. And when she met Romanov Windsor for the first time, that insecurity latched onto him like a lifeline. Rome was powerful and destined to rule. In Lucinda’s mind, Rome was the perfect man for her. She fell in love at first sight and hadn’t turned back since. Rome never saw her that way. In fact, he hated how obsessive she was and how hard she tried to get his attention.

Because to Lucinda, it wasn’t a competition. It was a correction. A way to restore order. To prove—to the school, to Mr. Hawthorne, to Grandfather, to herself—that I was the mistake. That I was temporary. That she is the one who belongs at the top. She doesn’t want to win. She wanted me to lose. And that is exactly why she will cheat. For three days, Lucinda left me alone. No smiles in the hallway. No soft concern near my desk. No carefully placed words meant to sting.

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.”

“Of course not, but—” Lucinda cut her off smoothly. “Did she whisper poison in your ear? Confess some grand scheme to turn Sean against the family?” Vivian clenched her jaw. “No.” “Well then.” Lucinda smiled sweetly. “Isn’t it funny how you didn’t see it, didn’t hear it, but you’re so sure it happened? Sounds to me like you’re the one trying to stir the pot.” Lucinda was no pushover. Born into the prestigious Lambert family and now one of the country’s biggest A-list actresses, she carried herself with the confidence of someone who never had to play nice with anyone—least of all the Jaspers' adopted daughter.

"Oh, I think you know, Lisa. I'm here to take what's mine." Her words sent a chill through me, but I tried to keep my cool. "And what exactly do you think is yours?" The woman's eyes glinted with amusement. "Why, everything, of course. Your life, your husband, your home...it's all mine for the taking.” I felt a surge of anger and fear as I processed Lucinda's words. "You're insane," I spat. "I'm not going to let you just take over my life." Lucinda chuckled, a cold, mirthless sound. "Oh, I'm not insane, Lisa. I'm just determined. And I always get what I want."

she said thinking out loud. "I did Luna. I don't know what happened. Maybe it takes a long time to kick in. I apologize Luna" Gina looked at Lucinda skeptically and held her by the neck, her newly done nails sinking into her skin as Lucinda's body came in contact with the cold wall "You know, thinking about it, you've been acting weird recently. If I find out you've betrayed me, I won't hesitate to kill you!" Her voice cold and serious. Lucinda was choking and tapping Gina's hand to release her or she might actually die in her hand tonight.