Lucy Gray And Snow Fanfic Novels & Stories

"Lucian, what's your problem? Sharing is caring, man. I worked hard to get that shot, and I was hoping to track her down for some fun." "What snow fairy?" "Whatever you're planning, count me in!" "Who was it? I didn't even get a good look at her face!" Lucian ignored them and walked ahead of the group. Looking at the smiling girl on his phone screen, he slowly traced her lips with his finger, then moved it up to her bright, lively eyes. A sudden thought had occurred to him. This face would be beautiful when crying beneath him in bed. Later, when he had her pinned beneath him, when he was taking everything he wanted without restraint, he'd confirmed that thought.

Jonathan bowed low and turned to carry out the order. I turned back to look out the high window at the dark, frozen mountains of my kingdom. Ethan Willow was going to watch his sister get destroyed little by little, and I was going to enjoy every single second of it.

With the kind of authority that doesn’t need to be earned, it just is. Noah, on the other hand, was always the warm light to Lucian’s cold shadow. Where Lucian was guarded, Noah was open. Where Lucian walked with silence, Noah filled the air with laughter. Being around Noah felt like breathing fresh spring air; being around Lucian feels like walking a tightrope – steady, focused, always one misstep away from falling. Lucian never scared me because he was cruel. He scared me because I could never quite figure him out. And deep down, I still don’t know if that’s fear… or fascination.

“Let me tell you something. You’d best lock up whatever disgusting thoughts you have, or I’ll make sure you don't live to see tomorrow.” I instinctively tried to pry her fingers apart, crying out, “Let go of me! This is going to haunt you in your nightmares!” Lucy grabbed a handful of my hair from behind and gave it a yank again. I rolled right off the bed and hit my head against the floor with a sickening thud. “Oh, really?” Lucy crouched down to poke the tip of her designer shoe against my cheek as she asked, “You think he’s going to break up with Grace over a dirty piece of trash like you? Dream on.”

I said, looking back at him as I entered the car, “we can’t have you on the dirty side of business.” Lucy’s POV I woke up to a cold morning, Dante’s side of the bed was already empty. As expected. I realized I was already craving the warmth his body provides and I wanted to smack myself with a pan. What’s wrong with me? This was the same man who threatened to kill my father once he found out where he’s hiding if I didn’t marry him. And yet, he didn’t force me to do anything last night. He even tucked me to bed, his hand stayed put around my waist the entire night. A warm feeling expanded in my chest just by thinking about it.

My whole world narrowed to a haze of red, as the scent of blood overwhelmed my senses, coating fur and clinging to my form like a sickening, unforgettable perfume. When the moon finally slipped behind the shifting clouds, the last of my strength deserted me. A wave of bile surged up my throat, and I fought the urge to vomit. This was the last shred of my humanity, screaming in guilt at what I had done. Deep down, my wolf side relished in every drop of the meal. “We need to leave now." I mumbled into Layla's subconscious mind. “Give me more time," she grunted, snapping a bone and coating the remains with her saliva, as if leaving her mark.

I raise an eyebrow. "Why?" I ask suspiciously. "Well my wolf really wants to, and... It's getting kind of annoying," He responds, scratching the back of his neck. "Yes! Hold it! Do it!" Grace begs. I shake my head. "Nope," I simply say, resuming to walk. "Please Gray! Pleeeeaaase?" Grade continues to beg. Ok, I think I know what he feels like now. I glance over at him; he looks like he's communicating with his wolf. I look down at his hand, and slip my fingers between his in one sudden movement.

My body lifted from my wolf’s and I sat on the grass to watch over her. She was a small silvery grey pup and half the size of her all black Lycan mate. Blake’s wolf was larger than any I’ve seen, a longer snot, and big ears that stood tall. I knew I had fallen asleep in the paws of my mate, and that this was a damn dream world of the goddess. That woman really annoyed me. I looked over the lake and saw a blonde woman in a white dress walking on top of the water. There was another woman with her, black hair and snow white skin. Great! She brought a friend.

"I hope so as well," Amara said. "What do you want to do next? I mean, we already watched two movies. If you want to watch more than we can but do you want to do anything else other than that?" Nicolas said. "I am not sure what I want to do but I don't feel watching TV anymore. I need to discuss what I am going to do next with you. I just can't sit here all day long. I obviously have to work," Amara said.

I need to figure everything out. So for the past 3 days, I have been reading everything I can find about wolves, packs, Alphas, I feel like my heart is broken, and apparently is because he is suffering, My mate is suffering without me. I need time, Time to understand why he didn't want me, why he had another woman while he could have me. As I walk out of the library a beautiful woman with a gorgeous body and hazel eyes stops me "hello there Liv" - she says