Lucy Boynton Brown Hair Novels & Stories

I begin noticing things immediately. Lucy's hair, which she used to wear in a braid or a knot, is loose now. It falls over her back in sleek waves and frames the side of her face beautifully, yet all that comes to my mind is how on one occasion years ago, Lucy told me she doesn't like wearing her hair down. It was on one of our first few encounters when I just became Luna. While working with her in the kitchen, she had smiled shyly, eyes forward as she told me,

Lucy started with my hair. She did a neat center parting ponytail hair do but instead of leaving the tail, she styled it into a curly low bun and it's looks really good, she pinned it at the right places just to make sure that the curls are secured... Then she moved to my makeup, a mixture of different shades of brown to give a smokey hombre vibe, then she added false lashes and after the foundation and other things, she then brightened my face with a pop of red lipstick to complete the look. Honestly she did a good job and I still insist that she takes this up professionally, people will pay big money for this.

Kylie’s expression turned sour when she saw who it was. It actually took her a moment to recognize the person. Lucy. But she was no longer the graceful beauty with strawberry-blonde hair that once danced around her waist. Now, she was a shadow of her former self. Her hair had been completely shaved off due to the difference in length, and though it was starting to grow back, it was nothing more than stubble. Her eyes were sunken, dark circles hanging under her lashes like lanterns. The luster that once graced her flawless skin had vanished, leaving behind a haggard woman who had clearly lost a dangerous amount of weight.

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.

“Don’t they normally have warriors patrolling the area, especially with all the recent safety concerns?” “I talked to Luke’s dad, and he agreed to turn a blind eye to tonight’s party. There are perks to him being the beta’s son!” Lucy gave one of her winning smiles. Above all things, Lucy was beautiful, with a supermodel stature, long blonde hair, and sapphire eyes. And she was persuasive—very, very persuasive—and not someone that took no for an answer.

I push a few things aside, and there is a three-quarter-length red dress that shows entirely too much breast but judging by the look on Lucy's face, she likes this one. "Tori, this one! You have to wear this one," she gushes, looking at it. I miss non-hormonal Lucy, practical, reasonable Lucy. I sit at the vanity and let Lucy curl my hair. I know she needs this more than I do. It's been hard on her being away from Axel and Lanie. Damon has been travelling a lot this month. I see Damon watching us from the doorway. He wanders over and pulls a chair out for Lucy, and makes her sit while he finishes curling my hair. "I can curl my own hair," I scoff at Damon as he smirks and hands me the iron.

He twirled a strand of her hair between his fingers, curling and releasing it until it formed soft waves. Brown stared, stunned. Is he... styling her hair? Has he lost his mind? No. He drank soda, not wine. That's when realization dawned. Miss Livia... That's her hair. That's the girl. Brown's face shifted as if he had just unearthed a buried secret. So Master's heart is finally starting to open to her? "I'll style it wavy, just as you said, Sir," the girl stammered, her voice meek but clear.

'' Unwillingly the girl stopped and raised her head. Sarah Brown, a twenty three years old lady, wearing nerdy glasses, behind which laid two big blue eyes, shadowed by a cloud of deep melancholy, followed by a straight nose and thin lips which could melt hearts when curved in a smile. Her blonde waist length hair tied in a messy bun on top of her head. When she stood up, she was a medium height not too tall, nor too short. She had a very slim and vulnerable appearance yet coated with a striking beauty.

Her body jerked upright and she turned and asked, “Were there other Lycans like her? Those who have animals with eyes which are not lilac?” Xandar tucked a stray hair behind her ear as he said, “Not that I know of, Lucy.” They stared at the portrait for another moment before Xandar said, “It is also rumored that this is not a good depiction of what she looked like. Some argue that her hair color only looked brown under the sun, and that it was actually black most of the time. Those dots on her face could very well be faint rashes from crying too often. They’re not freckles. She cried to herself a lot after her first two rejections. Some say the rashes lightened when she met Reagan but no one

Lucy takes after me except that she has her father’s brown eyes while her hair is shining silver. Lucy is a very bright and special child, at the age of 3, she has begun to use magic although we haven’t seen any trace of a werewolf in her, but she has been exhibiting traits of being a witch. “Why are you in the middle of the pack house?” I heard Joan ask coming up to me, I smiled at her as Liam stood at the doorstep with Rick and Asher conversing about something. “Its Lucy again!!” I replied giving her a smile “and how is my prince charming doing?” I asked begging to his level.