Lucy Darling Author Novels & Stories

By the time I woke up, it was already past 2 PM. Lucy was sitting in the living room playing with her phone, wearing a spaghetti-strap nightgown. When she saw me come out of the bedroom, she looked up, malice gleaming in her eyes. "How was the old man's taste? "Someone dark like you who only writes horror stories—did you actually enjoy it?" I often wrote mystery novels, and since Lucy discovered this, she frequently used it to mock me for being mentally disturbed.

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“What?” Lucy had somehow made it down to her knees and was holding the incriminating book in both hands, staring at the cover in confusion. When she heard no response, she looked up. Great. Just great. Mattie thought. How has she managed to hire what had to be the only nineteen year old in northern California who would never heard of the Kama Sutra, and the only eighty year olds, who apparently had? She struggled to her feet, Then reached for the book with one hand and pulling Lucy to her feet with the other. “ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“

I kept slipping in and out of sleep, staring at the door every so often to ensure Nicholas didn't come to finish the job. Eventually, my body decided to actually let me have some rest, and thankfully I wasn't greeted with any nightmares. Here I was in Dreamland with Lucy, sitting at the table and giving her a bright smile. Some of her dark hair fell into her eyes as she studied a book, donning dark makeup and smiling to herself. Her light skin, typically untouched by the sun, was slightly tan today. She smelled of the ocean and sweet floral perfume. In contrast to how relaxed she looked, she had several textbooks stacked on the dining table that she grabbed and looked into every so often as

Chapter 70 Lucy's POV. Since it's still early in the morning. I had just bathed Jemmy and after feeding her breakfast, I decided to sing to her while playing with her so I chose, you mean the whole wide world to me by Christina Perri. Darling, you mean the whole wide world to me Darling, you are sweeter than I ever dream of Darling, you make me believe in make-believe Darling, you mean the whole wide world to me

I said and signaled Luther to continue. He was about to when Lucy walked up to us and pushed my hands away from his and stood in our middle. "Oh really?" Lucy said,her voice filled with sarcasm. "You expect me to believe that pathetic lie you just cooked up" Lucy said and folded her arms. "You are nothing but a cunning whore, you've managed to get into Alpha Damien's bed and spread your cheeks in his face. Now you want to do the same to Luther!?" She shouted. I stood there looking tired as ever,I didn't have any stamina for her.

Nathan was afraid that he would grow too fast and develop his own people, which was why he was doing this to Hunter. Hmph. What a pretentious man. That night at the dinner table of Langley Manor, Lucy kept praising Eva’s soup with a wide smile on her face. “Do you know how amazing the celery and apple soup tastes? Just add a little honey to it and it becomes sweet and nutritious. It really lifts my mood when I have it. Thinking about it is making me drool.” Lucy was heaping so much praise on it that Rebecca smiled and gave her a rib. “Does it really taste that great?”

Ten years after Mirabel's death, Lucy sat in her home office writing the epilogue to her fifth and final book. Outside, she could hear the sounds of family life: William on a conference call in his study, the twins arguing about something in their room, Catherine's music drifting down from upstairs.

It smelled like old pages and lavender, and the walls were stacked to the ceiling with every kind of book you could imagine. Lucy found a signed copy of Rebecca and hugged it like a long-lost friend. Dolly picked up a poetry collection that made her misty-eyed by the second page. I found a blank leather journal and bought it on a whim, already imagining the art I’d pour into its pages.

I rose my brows in confusion. “What do you mean?” I asked. “The book was found with you Raina but I know you did not take it that night. You did not destroy the library. Lucy did” She clarified. “How do you know?” I asked. “Lucian might deny that he does not know Lucy still practices magic but we both know it is obvious. I don't know why he does not acknowledge this but the library was destroyed but no wolf could do that much damage without leaving a print or at least blood behind. Only someone who could do it without being inside could have done it and Lucy is the only hybrid we have”