Lucy Gray Baird Fanfiction Novels & Stories

(Lucy) " Are you gonna talk or would you like to serve my men first?" She winked at me. I spat at her and received a wack on my cheeks in return. I can hardly see through my left eye. All is blurry and dark. My bones are cracking within me like a log in the fireplace. The dread of seeing a true life shifting of a wolf into a human has submerged my sanity.

“It was never in the plan. Lucy, you were supposed to be used as bait to gain more wealth. But you defiled my resolve, and every damn day, all you did was get under my skin. From how you argued with me to how you smiled without knowing it, Eli, on his sick bed, manages to say something funny each time. You laugh like a baby, not minding if it's funny or just anything to make him happy. The way your presence adds a unique scent that makes everything else vanish. Her eyes shone, but unfortunately, they never softened for me. “You don’t get to turn around and start loving me now,” she said instead. “Not after breaking me, and ensuring I was buried deep with no remains." “All my thoughts were th

She pleaded. I sighed heavily as I started off with the books I filched from the librarian, the reading of a fairytale Lycan rule and the information I’d gathered. I told her about the raid and the family journals that Constable Myra had. With each word Lucy’s eyes got wider and wider, her gaze darting more to the window to see her mate patiently waiting outside. “My Goddess…” she finally whispered, her hand playing with the bracelet on her wrist. “It all makes sense.” I was more puzzled than ever as she sat there, neither of us talking. After another minute or two, Lucy finally spoke. “Adam’s a Lycan.”

Lucy would try and protect them, and I wasn't about to let her become collateral damage, especially with how she and Astrid were right now. Lucy POV I got dressed slowly, reliving every minute of my shower. I really missed that man. He was part of me like nothing I had ever felt before. I really didn't want to go to training. I wanted a day off. I wanted to crawl into bed and watch Grey's Anatomy reruns. I dressed in yoga shorts and a sports bra. Secretly hoping Killian would finish his meetings early and watch me train, it turned me on a little thinking about how turned on he would be of me in these shorts. I smiled to myself as I went to meet liza, something I realized I hadn't been doing

It was, after all, within her. “There is another way,” Lucy appeared before her. Lucy’s face was deathly white, her irises blanched in death, her lips blue. She offered Aislen a bloodied knitting needle. “It hurts like nothing else, but give it a good shove, and you won’t be pregnant anymore.” Aislen danced back from the puddle of blood that formed around Lucy’s feet, dripping down her legs and staining her socks. “They don’t care what happens to us,” Lucy told her, her skin turning black and her body crumbling into dust before Aislen’s eyes, until nothing remained but a sticky pool of blood reflecting her own face back at her.

Its mouth was pried and held open like something out of an old story. You’ll never be free. That ghostly laughter came again. You’ll die just the way they all did. Then… Then what. I looked around. Then, I’ll have my victory. The darkness cleared for a moment. I saw Lucy in a thin white gown, practically transparent over her body. She wore nothing beneath it. Her stomach was round with a child. Her hair was long and straight as she pressed her hands to a pane of glass. A dark figure walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, twining a finger in her hair. It was Tony or maybe Matt, but that wasn’t what bothered me.

"Grandmaster Burrey!" Lucy immediately turned around upon hearing Liam's voice. Overwhelmed with excitement, she dashed into Liam's embrace. Her slender figure, clad in the tight dress, pressed tightly against him. "Grandmaster Burrey, thank you so much! My grandfather is fine! He's alright!" Tears of joy streamed down Lucy's face. Although she was confident in Liam, in reality, Lucy's heart was filled with uncertainty after hearing the opinions of numerous doctors—including Jimmy's recommendation.

“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.”

"Honestly, Lucy, you're his sister, and he would be upset if he knew." "Mum I'm not five anymore, and he's such a bossy boots! I'm sure he's a Dom, I bet he has a playroom like Christian Grey, I bet he beats poor Gabriel black and blue." Lucy flicked her purple curls back over her shoulder, "next time I go and stay I'm going to search the house for a playroom, I bet he's got whips and paddles and..."

"You're something else, idiot Casper! How dare you mock me and even say you caught my Lady's heart. Tell me the truth! When did you become such a sweet-talker!" Lucy was like a tiny pink tiger cub pouncing at Caspian. Initially, Lucy only wanted to scare Caspian, but she once again underestimated Caspian's strength. As Caspian used the Ursa Major's Blurred Shadows to move to the side slightly, the petite Lucy was instantly grabbed by the waist and placed under Caspian's armpit. With her little legs kicking nonstop, Lucy appeared flustered but adorable.