Lucy By The Sea Novels & Stories

He looked at her, his eyes blank for a moment, as if he had forgotten she was there. "I have to take a call," Adrian said, heading toward the small kitchenette. "Go for a walk or something. Don't get lost." Lucy stood up and grabbed her coat. She walked out the front door and down toward the water. She sat on a wooden bench by the dock and watched the ripples in the lake. She was surrounded by beauty, but she felt completely alone. She stayed by the water until the sun began to dip below the trees. She knew she had to go back up to the cabin. she had to put on the silk dress, sit across from a man who didn't love her, and pretend that everything was fine.

I finally understood that this marriage had been a lie from the beginning. As soon as my dizziness eased, Luca walked in with a half-full bowl of soup, the rim stained with a smudge of lipstick that wasn't mine. His blue eyes were full of warmth, and his voice sounded as affectionate as always. "Elena, are you awake?" He scooped up a spoonful of soup, blew on it gently, and brought it to my lips. The scent of rosemary hit me at once—it was the smell I hated most. I turned away to avoid the spoon, staring straight at him. "Luca, I want a divorce."

Just then, the door opened but I didn't turn. "The coast is clear Faye but I think Luca's here. I saw his car outsi... why do I even bother?" I turned to face Lucy and my eyes roamed over her perfect hourglass figure, and her smooth brown skin, noticing she cut her hair. The locks that once fell to her slim waist now grazed her shoulders and curls fell on her forehead. I was a man with eyes and what I saw was something worth my attention. Lucy crossed her arms across her chest, a defiant look in her brown eyes. Her stance held strong and her hip cocked to one side.

Luka looked at the sea, then at the house, then at them. “So that’s it. We’re not leaving the island. We’re just… hitting pause.” “Pause,” Maeve repeated, her chest overflowing. “Never the end.” They embraced there, the four of them, in one of those hugs where no one is in a hurry to let go, where breaths synchronize and one person’s warmth holds up the others. When they finally pulled apart, there was more serenity than despair. More gratitude than pain. As they walked back to the car that would take them to the airport, Maeve looked over her shoulder one last time. The white house, the wooden deck, the beach, the ashes of the bonfire, and the endless sea.

“We expected the enemy to be intelligent enough to not attempt to land troops on the northern shore of Medietapolis, as their troopships would have to sail through the icy Sea of Peril and inevitably be sunk by a storm or be ambushed by sea monsters. “But Lucarius did the opposite and crossed the Sea of Peril, completely avoiding our battleships and air patrols. The chances that they would not have encountered any sea monsters, not been struck by any icebergs, or not been caught in a violent storm were extremely low— perhaps one out of a trillion— but luck must have been on Lucarius’ side, for he landed without losing a single troopship.” Emperor Khartoum, enraged, smashed a table in half. “

Disheartened, Lucy ended up carrying her sketchpad to the beach alone. Thankfully, the gentle sea breeze and waves helped calm her heart, temporarily easing her feelings of loneliness. The weather and temperature at the beach today were perfect—neither too hot nor too humid. Lucy wore a dress with her calves exposed. She walked barefoot along the edge of the beach, capturing the beautiful scenery in her mind. She painted the space between sea and sky in shades of orange and red, with the occasional seagulls flying past. Soon, it was already evening.

Each one created a tiny crack in Lucy’s heart, even as she tried to enjoy the vacation with him. ‎ ‎The sun had just set, leaving the sky in deep indigo and orange. Lucy suddenly stopped walking on the beach path. A little further ahead was a beautifully lit private garden attached to the resort — lush flowers, soft lighting, and a small fountain. It reminded her so strongly of Florence. ‎ ‎She grabbed Aiden’s hand and dragged him there without warning. ‎“Ethan… look around,” she said, panting from the rush and emotion. “What do you remember?”

Lucy guided Ashton slowly toward the balcony facing the sea. “Do you remember this place, Ashton? We had dinner here last year. You really liked the atmosphere on this balcony,” Lucy said gently, scanning her son’s facial reaction. Ashton stared at the vast blue sea before him. His eyes narrowed, trying to dig something out from the depths of his darkened memory. The sea breeze brushed against his face, carrying the distinct scent of salt. He felt a strange tremor, a kind of déjà vu that teased his nerves, yet no images appeared. No conversations, no laughter. Everything remained blank and empty.

CRESCENT AVENUE A SMALL APARTMENT Jason ferociously glared at Lucy who was busy stealing side glanced at the dishes on the table. ‘ Tch! So this is the Lucy that Williams forced I and my team to painstakingly search for 3 consecutive years ‘ Lucy perceived some sort of hostility directed towards her and she instinctively looked at Jason ‘Why does it look like this pretty boy want to skin me alive, it’s not like we’ve met before, meh who cares'

After that, Lucy stood up and said, “I’m going to the Rampage Team now. There is an old man over there who came to the United States to visit his relatives. He has been flirting with me recently, and he will be going back in a couple of days. I feel like I can win him over if I work hard. You guys should prepare yourself and head to the Oskian area in Seattle to see if there is a suitable big house there. Rent it if there’s one, and we will move to Seattle after I settle this old man.” Kyler hurriedly said, “Aunt Martha, Seattle is a little too far, right? It’s thousands of kilometers away...” Lucy said coldly, “What do you know? We have to get as far away as possible every time we change lo