Lucy Gray Baird And Coriolanus Snow Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The moment I stepped out of the room, I almost crashed into a body and I groaned when I looked up and saw Lucy sneering at me. “Look at you,” she said with disgust in her voice, “all dressed up for the party. Did you suddenly forget that you are only going there to serve?” I rolled my eyes, “get out of my way, Lucy.” But she only chuckled, “I heard what happened with Lucian. Awww, I'm sure you are out hoping to seduce another man. But the thing is, no matter how hard you try to polish off, you will still be nothing but a rag. Lucian saw it - others will see it too.”

And I feel even crazier when I keep thinking about all the things that will happen right in front of my eyes from now on. And mate? I know that it all probably sounds pretty crazy right now. Or even beyond. But it's the truth. In fact, Lucia Hazel Gray, or Luciana Edith, is actually my mate. Mate of Elijah Gray, the Lycan King. It's a crazy fact, if I say so now. But I never told Lucia that. I was afraid that she wouldn't believe me at all. Considering how big and deep Lucia's grudge was, I didn't want to be an obstacle to Lucia accomplishing what she wanted.

Pain sears through my side and warm blood gushes down my sleeve, stark red against the white snow. Eyes wide and shaking like a leaf, I stare up and the Lycan snarls above me, breath hot and ragged, its yellow eyes wild with hunger, pain, and hatred. Panting heavily and shaking like a leaf, I weakly hold my side as my mind goes blank. I think this is it. Am I going to die earlier this time? Am I not destined to die of old age at all? With a whimper, I close my eyes and wait for my inevitable doom.

As her thumb stroked Pellethia’s smooth cheek, she muttered, “Lucy saw something in you when she was Rosalie. She still sees something in you now. Perhaps it’s time to see yourself through her lenses, Pelly. Remember what she said the other day? About you being not any less extraordinary without that power?” A soft smile graced Pellethia’s features, and she reached out to stroke Octavia’s hand as she whispered gratefully, “Thank you, my love.” Octavia pressed a kiss in her hair before pulling her out of her seat because it was time for their short nap, but not before sending a photo of the pen to Lucianne first. ###

Deep down, I just prayed they would see past their fight in the corridor earlier and do something good together—like let me go back to my father. “She’s a snitch!” Lucy’s voice boomed again. I shut my eyes, trying to focus on why Caines scent wasn’t on him when he kissed me…and why he even kiss me before everyone. Was he planning on going public? “I’m gonna kill her! Low-lifed bitch!” Lucy yelled again, and I just knew it was going to be impossible to shut their voices out. “Caine…Caine…don’t go there, don’t go in there! She’s brainwashing you!” Lucy cried. I guess Caine was coming.

She narrowed her eyes and deliberately smiled at Snow, "I heard that you were very virtuous and good at cooking when you were with Vicdor Blake. I really want to have a taste of your cooking..." Lecy Sherry had thought that Snow would satirize her own wishful thinking. However, Snow nodded her head and said, "Okay, I'll cook chicken soup for you now. But you have to endure the hunger." Lecy Sherry was a little surprised at her concession. With doubts in her eyes, she looked at Snow and asked worriedly, "Snow, are you planning something bad?" "Are you afraid?" Seeing the expression on Lecy Sherry's face, Snow sneered, "if you are really afraid, don't make things difficult for me on purpose!"

"And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise." "It's not. Let me tell you my vision of how I want to be. I will walk into a room like I own it. I will say thank you to everyone for the tiniest help. I will thank the waiter/waitress for bringing me food. I will thank the driver for driving me to my destination. I will thank my assistant for bringing me my documents. I will praise everyone for their efforts. I will smile when I want. I will stay true to myself. I don't have to appear mysterious or cold to be unapproachable. I don't have to

She bawled in anguish, fighting to free her hand from my grip, but I held her tight with all the strength I had left. "Please, don't..." I stuttered, and she sneered at me with tears welling up in her eyes. "You are the Lycan king and shouldn't die because of a poor girl like me, or rather a demon as you believed. I deserve to die and stop disturbing you both, isn't it? This is the right moment. Stop acting like you care! My life is sacrificed for you, so stop acting as if you don't love it!" She yelled, her voice cracking up as more tears flooded down from her eyes.

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.” Grace looked down at me and chimed in, “Damien is just being fooled by you. Once he sees what kind of garbage you really are, he’ll be the first one to kick you to the curb.” I pushed against the floor with my arms, trying to scramble back to my feet, but before I could straighten my knees, Lucy stomped her foot down to pin me back to the ground. “Let’s keep looking,” Grace said, turning toward the next room. “If I don’t expose every single one of your lies today, I’m not a Collins.”

“Are you going to take Storm Pack in a different direction than the past?” I furrowed my brow. I wasn’t sure I had ever been more confused in my life, and I had been in quite a few situations as of recently. “I have.” Baird’s voice rumbled against my back. “And I will. I hope that I have your support, Alpha Grayson.” The man who the flowing hair, complete with gray highlights, stared at Serena, but spoke to Baird. “Who is this girl, Baird?” Baird moved his arm from around my waist and threaded his fingers through mine, squeezing tightly.