Lucy Bleu Knight Novels & Stories

"She sounds familiar. Could she be -" "Lucy, Lucy Smith, right?" Adrian cut her off. He moved his wheelchair closer to Tonet's friend and said, "I'd like to introduce you to someone." He called a younger man in his early twenties and said, "This is Blake. He is part of the team arranging our wedding. He says you know each other? He is your ballroom instructor?" Instantly, Lucy choked. She covered her mouth and quivered, "Um - um -" "A word, Mrs. Smith," Adrian said, directing Lucy to another table.

I’ve heard of families thrusting their daughters under a female's nose before but I’ve never heard of anyone being this aggressive before. “Lucy, you need to put some clothes on.” I growl as I gently place my glass onto my desk next to the radio I’ve taken from Octavia’s van. Lucy doesn’t bend to get her cloak like I expect; she takes a step towards me, making her hips pop, she might as well be waving a banner that declares her a breeder.

Knowing I was the cause of someone’s unhappiness in what was supposed to be a free environment rubbed me the wrong way. “Who is that?” Blake suddenly asked. I followed the direction of his gaze and saw Blair sitting at a monitor to our left, typing at the computer, her fingers flying over the keyboard at a furious pace and a small frown of concentration marring her forehead. “Oh, that’s Blair, the new hire.” Lucy replied. “The one we were just talking about.” Blake took a step towards the glass as he shoved his hands into his pockets. His mouth was set in a grim line and a muscle was ticking in his jaw. I moved from my seat to come and stand beside him and Lucy did the same at his other side

Clayton asked “your horrible at making up nick names” “You know.. One of King arthur’s most trusted Knights. that loved queen Guinevere but could never have her .. Your my Lancelot, you may want me but you definitely unworthy to have me.” I sassily retorted as I heard laughter from the kitchen . I cautiously strode in the kitchen as the glorious smell of breakfast hit me.Blythe stood at the stove making the most mouth watering breakfast. My stomach rumbles loudly making its presence known. ”I love her already. .. I definitely approve and sorry about “flavor of the week”comment I just not use to Clayton’s dating “ Blythe stayed proudly . I didn’t know what Blythe meant to Clayton but it was

she replied with a shrug, pulling her phone out of her pocket. I knew Lucy well enough to know that there was more to it than she was letting on, but I didn’t question her further. Regardless of what Liam had just said about me, Lucy was gorgeous. She has long, dark-blonde hair that flows past her waist and bright blue eyes. She complains that her nose is too small, but I think it’s perfect. He could’ve just as easily have been talking about her being the prettiest girl in the mall. “Em said she wishes she would’ve come with us. Her dad is trying to help her make a note block in Minecraft, and apparently he picked some annoying Christmas song she can’t stand.” Lucy laughed and set her phone

Davina’s POV Who the hell is Lucy? I thought to myself. I inspected her face as my brain tried to place if I had met with her before or not. It came up empty. She had short brown hair and deep cold blue eyes. The eyes. There was a familiarity to that particular shade of blue. And then it hit me. Lucy, Robert’s warlock sister. The one who discovered that I am the violet eyed werewolf in the first place. The one who tried to protect me. The one who hid me from everyone and made my warlock side dormant for my own good.

Lucy's gown from her homeland was pale blue, embroidered with delicate gold thread. The fabric made her fair skin glow, highlighting her elegance and noble presence. With large eyes, a high nose, and perfectly sculpted features, she radiated striking beauty, tempered by a stubborn, willful charm. She glanced at Clarissa, then at Clifford, and asked Seraphine, "Are they the scumbag and the manipulative woman who are scheming against you?" Seraphine nodded with a polite smile. The lights highlighted her flawless poise and grace. Standing beside Lucy, she matched her elegance effortlessly.

After quickly rushing down the first flight of stairs, I spin around to face him. "Lucy, how are you, sunshine?" He asks, puffs out his chest and then steps closer in my direction. “Leave me alone, Knight.” I snap at him, backing away from him until my back collides into the Juniors’ lockers. Emeric smirks, closing the last bit of distance between us. After releasing a quick intake of breath, my hands reach out to shove him away from me. Before I am able, he grabs my wrists with one large hand and pins my arms above my head. "Get off of me, creep!" I snarl, flaring my nostrils at him while trying to yank my wrists from his grasp.

Lucy rocked a blue semi-transparent bodice with horizontal stripes with a sexy u-shaped back paired with black five-inch stilettos. I wore an emerald green super-short dress that showed my endless legs and paired it with an open-toe nude pump. Lucy’s phone rang, and she snatched it from the bed. “What’s up, babe?” she began, all eyes watching her. “Are you sure?” she warily said, cautiously eyeing me. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” She bit her bottom lip. “Ok, I’ll see how I can engage her in your game.” She sighed and hung up the phone.

Alec reacted with a faint grimace. Klo, what are you doing?! I mentally chanted in my head. Was she really this insensitive? "Do you feel hopeless?" her next question triggered Lucy to stand up in fury and everybody began to get pissed off. Heck, I even wanted to throw my tray at her but she was so lucky I adored her so much. "Will you stop talking already?" Lucy exclaimed with her devious glare while Fiona tried to drag her back to her seat. Lucy wasn't someone to be ticked off because she could kick someone to death with her long limbs. She was our best gymnast for this reason.