Lucinda Williams Novels & Stories

“Tonight on the breaking news, we have Mrs. Lucinda Williams the ghost wife of Mr. Williams who ran away twenty years ago and got another identity as Olivia Falcone and married the Falcone jewelry mogul, and wrecked his business to shreds. It would seem this woman does not only have a back for money, but blood and madness as well. She is the mastermind behind the kidnapping of Alexander Theodore, adoptive parents, and orchestrated the swapping of the Williams twins which led Master Alex to be in his adoptive parents' care. She is also the mother of Zia Williams, the stepdaughter of Mr Williams was sent to prison seven months ago, and somehow got out and was di

She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president. Her boss, Levi Wushi was prodigy in the world of businesses carried out within and outside the country. He was one of the richest, youngest and most famous playboys of the century. She saw it ironic that, even though it was undeniable that he deserved being a member of the distinguished Wushi family that valued morals, she had seen more women enter and exit his office than her apartment building. She always wanted to keep a safe distance from him but fate, as cruel as can be, found a way to be promoted from a normal accountant in the finance department to the most coveted position of t

I would have been happy if I hadn't been thinking of Julia. Julia also told me that she wanted me to be her friend forever but nothing really last forever. Now I have a trust issue. //WyByCa

She must do it often. He was suddenly reminded of the invitation that was thrust into his hand. He could barely believe that Lucinda was a real person. Beautiful, but too wild for her own good. "Will we get caught?" Celie snickered. "You've been living with a genius. It's pretty insulting to think she'll get us caught." Jean Luc glanced at Lucinda. Beautiful, wild and a bad influence. He found himself nodding at the foolish suggestion. He would never agree to such things, but he found himself curious to find out more of her antics.

Jesus, I must be far, far drunker than I thought. He holds his hand out. “I’m Lucas Craven.” I just stare at him. He gives me a puzzled look and starts to move his hand away. I quickly put my hand out and shake his warm solid, calloused hand. “I-I’m Lilly, Lillian Blackwood”, I stutter, geez Lill, get a grip, remember he’s a douche bag that just spilled shit all over you…. still, he’s a good-looking douche bag. “I know, I’ve been watching you. I mean, I watched you sing.” He smiles ruefully, pointing at the stage, “You sound amazing.”