Lucy Darling Author Novels & Stories

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.

We all sat down on the steps behind the auditorium during break, the spring air light around us. “I actually wanted to show you guys something,” Lucy said, pulling the notebook from her chest and opening it with trembling fingers. “I’ve been writing.” “Writing?” I asked, leaning in. “Yeah. A book. A real one. I finished it last week.” Dolly and I gasped in unison. “Wait—what?” I said, taking the notebook gently from her. The first page was neat, filled with flowing handwriting and a beautiful title: Reflections of the Mirror Girl.

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”

I leaned back against the tree and closed my eyes. DEVON I walked along the river for a while after dinner. I needed to wrap my head around what Lucy said. Now that the fog of my infatuation has worn off, I can think clearly. I still want her, though. I don't care if we don't have kids or if she is an assassin. I can imagine more nights like tonight. Maybe travelling for her job. I make it back to my apartment. I changed and lay in bed. I think about my thesis in human interaction theology and how my views on things differ from humans because I am submersed in the supernatural world. I get out of bed and grab a few books from my birth mother's library. I took them when she died. Lucy said Vi

There’s a banquet today and all our friends will be present yet Lucy isn’t prepared. I stayed in a room and put my hands on my hips “If you don’t come quietly, I am gonna tell Damien that you have a crush on him!!” I said internally counting to 5. When I reached 5, she appeared in front of me looking ruffled, her face red from exasperation. “You wouldn’t do that mom!!” She said. “You know I would so get upstairs and let Aunt Anna dress you up!!” I added playfully. She shrugged and grudgingly went up the stairs. Lucy takes after me except that she has her father’s brown eyes while her hair is shining silver.

When a car struck me and sent me flying, blood sprayed everywhere. It resulted in ruptured organs, so I begged my wife, Lucy Hathaway, to take me to the hospital. But she told me to endure it because her younger uncle, Alan Cooper, had surgery that day. To stop me from applying to a foreign institution, Lucy went so far as to lock me in a cold storage room kept at negative twenty degrees Celsius. “The chance to travel abroad has to go to Alan. He has nothing, while you already have all of my love. You should give him your future! “The chill in the storage room will help with your wounds. After Alan finishes his surgery and submits his application, you can go to the hospital.” The pain

“Something no one else knows.” Lucy thought for a moment. “When I was a child, before Patricia married my father, I used to sneak into the kitchen late at night. The cook Marta she would give me warm bread and honey. It was the only time I felt cared for. I used to imagine she was my real mother.” Gabriel tightened his hold. “Lucy…” She shook her head, smiling through the ache in her chest. “It’s a sad truth, but it’s mine. And it made me stronger. It made me recognize real love when I found it.”

"Dr. Watson is nice." "Yeah. She is." He was quiet, and then: "I'm bored." There was a stack of children's books on the windowsill — donations from pack families, a small bright pile of them. I knew one of the spines before I'd even crossed the room. The wolf book. Alice had given Lucian's books to the pediatric wing before she left Blue Moon. I didn't know that until I had this one in my hand. I'd bought it for him when he was three.

Everyone was happy that she had finally returned but there was someone I saw from a distance staring at me with unreadable eyes. I told Lucy that I wanted to pursue a relationship with her, but now that this has happened. There's no way I could pursue a relationship with her. It would be unfair to Vera. Lucy was smiling sadly and I can't even try to console her, because I had someone else in my life now. It hurt me. **** Lucy's POV: The alarm clock beside me rang and I got up and turned it off but it was too late. "Mommy." Danny mumbled as he stirred up in his sleep.