Lucy From Despicable Me 2 Novels & Stories

"Why did you even bother with that? Just flash our guests since you are so desperate." I heard Lucas chuckle under his breath, his hateful gaze settling on my face. “Are you that eager to find a knot?” "All of you, be quiet now!" I heard the Luna hiss, her hands clasped together, the red lipstick making her teeth gleam. She straightened in spot, pinning us with a glare while never letting the lines mar her face. I moved a few steps away from my cousins, not wanting to be near them anymore. They have always been that way, never leaving a single chance to humiliate me. My cheeks felt hot, lips folded together as I inspected the outfit, nimble fingers running at sides.

"Play the video." Malcolm frowned and hesitated before accepting the disk. He found a laptop in the room and turned it on, wanting to play the disk straight from the laptop. Frowning, Lucas passed a small projector to Malcolm, which Malcolm accepted and connected to the laptop. Seconds later, a video started playing on the white wall in front of them, revealing a woman with a pale face, smiling at the camera. "Hello everyone, I'm Lucy Hamilton." Jim, still seated, felt his whole body freeze as he stared in disbelief at the woman in the video. He felt like all the joints in his body had gone stiff.

"Any last words, Lucy? Messages for your husband?" Lucy thought of William. Of their baby. Of the life they'd planned together. She thought of her father, of all the people Mirabel had destroyed. And she thought of the small tracking device Rachel had sewn into the waistband of her pants that morning. The one that had been broadcasting her exact location for the past ten minutes. "Just one message," Lucy said calmly. "You lose." Mirabel smiled. "Brave until the end. I can respect that." She raised the syringe.

Definitely. I slipped into my car, tossing my bag onto the passenger seat before heading toward Lilian’s office. As I drove through the city’s chaotic streets, my mind raced through everything I’d pieced together so far. Every lead, every dead end, all pointing to Luca Delvecchio. I needed a way into his world, and tonight was the first step. By the time I pulled up outside Lilian’s office, the sun was already setting, painting the city in gold and pink hues. She climbed into the passenger seat, tossing her bag in the back.

"No, I'm serious. We're in the underworld. Have you seen any scary creatures around?" She gasps and wraps her arms around herself. "I thought I was imagining them." "They're called wisps... and they're not something you'd find on Earth." Lucy looks around, taking in her surroundings more carefully now. Suddenly, she gasps. "Oh my god... I remember now. I fell... I fell and hit my head. But then I woke up.” I feel so bad for her. “No, Lucy. You didn’t. You came here. To the underworld.”

I feel a pang of discomfort, wondering if I had made a mistake. "So you're the little she-wolf from the Moon Rise pack that's trying to bite off more than she can chew? This certainly has to be one big joke, am I really expected to compete with trash like you?" Allegra derides, her words cutting deep. I had really hoped things wouldn't turn out like this but I guess it can't be helped. Here I am again, about to face Leocadia 2.0.

Stace says, dipping his head toward me. The door is open in an instant, revealing the woman behind it. She is tall, slender in an unhealthy, malnourished way. Her grey dress hangs over her body, a cotton shawl draped over her shoulders. She wasn't sleeping, and it doesn't look like she gets much, by the deep purple shading beneath her foggy green eyes. "Come in..." she mumbles. We all pack into the space, Stace and Eryk dipping their heads to fit beneath the low ceiling. "This is Lucile. She is very powerful."

"I'll never get used to that." "A girl's gotta eat," Lucy laughed, completely unembarrassed, and dropped the dead rat into one of the garbage cans. Justin looked at the her. She looked like she was just in her early twenties, when in reality, she was much older. Long, flowing blonde hair, laughing eyes and an infectious smile. "Awfully cheerful for a vampire," Justin thought. "Shall we go?" "Is that enough?" "A little blood goes a long way. I'll have a little more when we get home." She held out her hand. "Let's go."

"They're most likely controlling multiple people at once, Tiger. Are you sure we should focus on just one?" "You're overthinking again. I told you, just rest, my dear. For this time, I entrust you to Zerikyu." I shook my head. "Frans said you and I should never be separated." The sound of heels approaching from behind caught our attention. Lucy emerged, her black hair pulled back into a neat bun, her dark blue satin dress accentuating her figure. In her hand, a small tablet displayed a series of celebrities, politicians, and tycoons on their watch list.

“You’ll help in here first. This is Lucy. She’ll show you around.” Lucy looked up from slicing carrots. She was about Anna’s age, with short brown hair tied into a low bun. Her eyes were soft, tired but kind. “Hey,” Lucy said. “You new?” “Yeah,” Anna said, stepping beside her. Lucy glanced around before whispering to Anna, “You nervous?” Anna nodded. “Yeah, very nervous. This place feels… different.” “It is,” Lucy said. “This is the heart of the house. If you mess up here, someone notices.”