Lucy Bleu Knight Novels & Stories

Lucien didn't know if it got to his head back then or not, but thinking about it now, he realized he spent more time with Lucy and hardly knew a thing about Lillian. She distanced herself from him. His careful eyes examined her, and his heart ached. He didn't even know that she took their father's eyes, brown, just like his. Only Lucy took her mother's blue eyes. Speaking of Lucy, she asked with puffed cheeks, “What about me?” Lucien narrowed his eyes, “What about you?” The royals were standing at the center of the living room of the pack house. This was a very rare sight that the maids, guards, and servants stood to stare at.

All we could manage were small, calculated strikes, enough to cause irritation but never the devastating blow I craved. Tonight, I sat at my table, photographs of Jack’s associates spread out before me. I examined each one with sharp eyes until a particular image caught my attention—a tall, stylish woman leaning casually against Jack’s luxury car. I didn’t recognize her from the Blue Lagoon Pack. Who was she? I turned to Hilary, pointing at the photo. “Who is this woman? Have you seen her around the Blue Lagoon Pack?” Hilary’s lips curled into a sneer. “That’s Lucy. She’s one of Rose’s close friends. Helped the Blue Lagoon Pack during the Maroon Hill conflict, which earned her a spot in Jack

I was pouring myself some juice when she stood and walked around the desk. I blinked as I realized she was in her pajamas. She slid into a seat across from me and made herself a plate. “Karlie didn’t tell me much about you other than you needed help, so tell me, Lucy. Who are you?” I blinked at her. “I don’t even know how to answer that.” She smiled. “Let’s start with who you’re not, then.” My lips twitched. “I’m… not the luna of the Blue Moon Pack.”

"She's been taking medications and none of her comrades know this, not even Venus. That kid!" Yama chuckles and sighs. "That's Blanche, Director." Yama heard a clicking sound from her room, she looked towards its direction and saw Lucy wearing a bathrobe. She smiled and signaled her to come beside her as she pointed the kit in front of her. Lucy silently sat near Yama as she noticed that Yama was talking with someone over the phone. "I don't know. I'm worried about her. She's my daughter after all, even if she couldn't remember me as her mother."

She said, leading us to a dining table in the living room. We sat but I quickly declined. “No, thanks.” “What do you know about Lucy?” Blair asked. “That she’s good at ruining lives,” Niki said. “And now, we’re out to ruin hers.” Blair grinned, happy to hear it, but then her small smile faded into curiosity. “And what made you come to me?” “We know you’ve had very close dealings with Lucy Whitmore-” “I heard it’s Kingsley, now,” Blair Davis said bitterly.

His only thoughts were to hurry, finish it, and accomplish what he had promised. Lucy was in a dog-prone position, and Blake had convinced her that it was a better position for the white energy to move through her. In reality, he didn’t want to look at her face when he was doing the deed. Unknown to Blake, even though he was convinced that she was a virgin when he penetrated her, she didn’t back down from the rough treatment he was giving her, and Lucy was actually enjoying the dominance she was receiving from Blake.

CHAPTER THIRTY | THE REVELATION LUCAS KNIGHT “No, I won't do it. I won't do any of those things. Vivian Knight is my wife, and should be seen and respected as my wife. I don't want Bianca. Hell, I only manage to tolerate her as a friend. I won't marry her." I say firmly.

The hum of the engines filled the silence, broken only by the quiet clink of ice in Lucio’s glass. Knight leaned back, one arm slung casually across the seat. “So, let’s talk about the elephant in the room... she ran off with Ylmaz D’Arden. Guam's golden boy. Rich, charming, and apparently persuasive enough to convince our sister to sneak out.” Caelum shot him a glare. “This isn’t funny.” Knight shrugged. “Never said it was. Just pointing out that he’s competition.” Lucio chuckled. “Competition? What are we competing for exactly? Deborah’s loyalty? She’s still one of us.”

I laughed sadly, trying to ease my broken heart. "It's 8:30 p.m. I am outside the Blues Club and the security men refuse to let me in," I replied. "Come over now. My boss is waiting to see you," she said. "Alright," I agreed, ended the call, and moved to the front of the club. Lucy stood there elegantly like a queen, dressed in a short red dress and black shoes. She was my age-mate, her thighs and cleavage exposed, her feet tapping on the ground as she watched me hurry over to meet her.

After ensuring he’d eaten breakfast and didn’t need anything else, I hailed a cab to Lucian’s estate. Lucian’s castle was built in the heart of his large estate, a private estate where Councilmen, Pack Elders, and Officials resided. As the cab pulled up to the towering black gates, I paid the driver quickly and stepped out, my gaze shifting to the familiar building before me. The sight of it stole my breath for a moment, but not for the reasons it once did. The bittersweet memories tugged at me, forcing a bitter laugh to escape my lips. Once, I had been the lady of this house. High Luna Lyla Rivera Knight, daughter of Alpha Donovan of the SilverFang Pack. This place had been my home, my peac