Lucky Lucille's Dream Book Novels & Stories

Kim nods and walks to the door, opens it and calls in Lucille who walks in with a smile on her face then Kim leaves shutting the door behind her. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" I ask her. Lucille pulls back a chair and settles down on it gracefully. Her dress is very short so she crosses one leg over the other making her dress ride up. She smiles seductively at me when she catches me staring at her legs and she clears her throat. "See something you like?" She questions. I lift my eyes to hers, say nothing and look down at the files in front of me. "What brings you here?" My voice comes out flat.

Karen went to the window and looked out at the city; so bright and dangerous. Las Vegas at night was beautiful in a way that hurt. Neon lights promising dreams, casinos offering fortunes, hotels selling fantasies. All lies. All traps, and she had fallen into one of the worst. Karen felt foolish for believing that Peter, a rich man, would fall in love with her. An orphan. Nobody. Of course it wasn’t real, she thought bitterly. How could it be? At that moment, the cell phone in her dress pocket vibrated.

I had fun even though it wasn't like in the movies were they would end up in a club. I was eighteen now. The legal age. I believed in happy endings and I was so glad I had one. *** Later that night, kelly and Ben had gone home. Lily was sleeping next to me, while I sat going through my birthday gifts. One from each one of them. After viewing all of them, I noticed the small box that remained. I frowned at it. Opening it, my mouth fell open. It was a bracelet. The exact same bracelet in my dream. I held it in my hand and looked carefully at it.

Lucille spared a glance at Leonel and then at Wendy. “2…” And it was clearing, the moment slowed down and it took Lucille seven day after her defeat to realize she was never lost. “1..” And it was clear as Lucille shouted before she loses everything. “Let’s negotiate!”

“It is none of your business if I am fine or not.” “I know we don't like each other, but I am willing to help you the way I can with whatever.” Lucille let out a shaky breath, her hands fisted as though she was trying desperately to not let a secret out. But, like earlier, that look of sadness and pain disappeared and got replaced with a sneer. “Mind your business. I just came to tell you that Gabriel needs your help with some stuff in the library.” “Okay.” Chloe wondered what it was that was wrong with her. But she decided to not bother herself much about it as she watched Lucille leave. After drying her feet and putting on her shoe, she made for the house.

I was to be the one doing the spurning. But even as much as I tried to convince myself, the more I felt like I was still doing all the wrong things, like I was really letting go of the most things that mattered more to me. No day passed by that didn't remind me of Lucille's words the last time I saw her in my dreams and heard her voice whisper all the good and bad things my life could become in the coming days if I threaded the right path. I still remember the chubby and pretty face of that little baby which she carried in her arms and presented to me as mine.

“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.”

“Okay, Jane. I think you will enjoy your time with Mr. Da Costa and Miss Rosalind. They are preparing a surprise for you.” “Oh?” The girl’s eyes widened. “What is it?” “It won’t be a surprise anymore if I tell you.” She giggled and nodded a little. “You are right.” A smile spread across her sweet face. “I can’t wait to see them again.” “I’m sure they feel the same.” Luca smiled, glad he could lift the little girl’s spirit. When they arrived at the WLS, Luca offered his hand to Jane. She held his hand, and they walked hand in hand. He escorted her to the lift. When they arrived at level 45, Gabriel’s apartment area, he smiled at her.

I quickly adjusted my clothes and went to the door. Philip was talking to Larry. When Larry saw me, he gave me a thumbs-up. "Yvonne, your husband is really something. He's patient, hardworking, and honest. People like him are hard to find. You should appreciate him!" Larry's words made me feel a pang of guilt. He was right; Philip was indeed a hardworking, honest man. He could easily live off the rent we collected, but instead, he worked hard as a truck driver to make more money and provide us a better life.

It’s his turn not to respond and the sting of betrayal lingers on my tongue like a bitter poison as he walks out of the room and locks me in. Hours pass before I hear someone at the door and Lucille enters with a tray of food. She looks at me with such sympathy that my already shattered heart crumbles further. I won’t just roll over and play dead. “Please,” I beg, taking her hand in mine. “I know you’re frightened, but you have to tell me what you know. Why were you so scared when you met me?” Lucille glances toward the door, chewing her lip uncertainly. Then her shoulders straighten and she steps closer to me, putting her mouth right up to my ear, before she starts whispering, quickly and q