Lucy Gray Baird Quotes Novels & Stories

“I’ve read the announcements. Barrett’s farewell gala for you and Louis—it’s all anyone’s talking about in the right circles.” “That’s the idea,” I admitted, smiling despite myself. “I want it to be unforgettable. A statement, really.” Lucy’s eyes glittered. “You’ll succeed. You have the charm for it. And, forgive me for saying so, the hunger.” I leaned forward, curiosity prickling. “Do you think that’s a bad thing?” “Not at all,” she said, spearing a piece of lettuce delicately. “Hunger is what separates the women who endure from the women who fade. You remind me of myself at your age. Only—” She paused, her fork hovering. “You’re more disciplined.”

“Numbers. Names on lists. Like… I can see that a banquet used more wine than usual last month, but not who drank it or who fell under the table.” Lucy’s eyes gleamed. “You want the stories underneath,” she said. “That’s dangerous in here.” “You look like someone who hears things. People forget maids are in the room when they talk. Must be easy to collect… threads.” A hint of pride straightened her posture. “People talk,” she said. “Especially when they think we’re too stupid to understand.” “And are you?” She rolled her eyes. “You’re not from here,” she said. “If you were, you’d know better than to ask that.”

“I have no wish of leaving the game halfway when I have come this far on my own.” “I won’t quit! No matter how much dirty tricks you play on me.” “At the end, I shall claim the victory.” Gray narrowed his eyes, giving a displeased look at Lucy. “You women are so resilient. You may break your bones but never give up, why’s that? Are you a rock?”. Lucy smirked. “Think whatever you want! I don’t mind.” “You may try to drag me down any way you want to! But, I won’t give up and get back on my feet again.”

The man was happy that Santiago joined them. —Me too, Mr. Brown, your company is very prestigious. — Santiago followed all of Luciana's steps and Ronald noticed it. —Same as yours, daughter, are you leaving now? — Luciana looked at her father. —Yes, I have other meetings, in addition to many pending things, Dad. You know that work can't wait - her father was going to protest, but Santiago beat her to it. —Well, before work there is family, friends, love, I think that because of those things work can wait. — Luciana looked at him, but before she could answer the door it opened revealing little Emily.

And finally, Nathaniel's iron-clad demand that Grace and I move back to the estate, culminating in the elevator just twenty minutes ago. The entire time I am speaking, Lucy’s face runs through a thousand different micro-expressions. She sits. She stands. She paces. She slaps her own forehead. She looks at me like I am certifiably insane. And when I finally run out of breath, she drops onto the carpet across from me, her eyes narrowed, her lips completely white. "Are you absolutely sure you didn't just describe a mafia movie trailer?" she asks deadpan. A startled, broken chuckle escapes my throat. Lucy laughs too, immediately covering her mouth with her hands.

"Sorry love but are you gonna let him step on you like a carpet?Take this bullsh-t by the horns and show him he messed up with the wrong cookie..." Lucy would make a good motivational speaker. "That's funny..." She started laughing and I gave her a deadly glare that made her cover her mouth. "Sorry love but are you gonna let him step on you like a carpet?Take this bullsh-t by the horns and show him he messed up with the wrong cookie..."Lucy would make a good motivational speaker.

Lucy flinched, her breath catching. Her mother reached out, brushing a tear from her cheek, a rare, fleeting tenderness. “You’re my daughter. I see the same fire in you I once had. But don’t let that fire blind you.” Lucy’s eyes shimmered. “Mum, why can’t you just be happy for me? Why can’t you believe that I finally found someone who loves me?” Mrs. Bennett sighed, the weight of years pressing down on her shoulders. “Because I’ve seen what love looks like when it turns into power, Lucy. And I won’t stand by and watch you repeat my mistakes.”

"That house you're staying in, the people you're living with... they will make you remember." I felt a shiver run down my spine as I moved closer to Lucy. "What should I remember?" I pressed, my voice barely above a whisper. "What do I have to remember, Lucy?" But Lucy took a step back, her expression enigmatic. "I can't tell you more," she said. "You have to remember for yourself." I felt a surge of frustration, but I refused to give up. "Lucy, wait!" I called out as she turned to leave. "At least tell me... what you said that day at the boutique, about Cade being evil. Why did you say that?"

Severin then recounted what happened that fateful night. After listening to the full story, Gracie was filled with emotion as she said, "I didn't think that our supreme leader would've gone through so many things. Lucy's such a terrible person! Even if you went to jail and she doesn't love you anymore, she has no reason to treat your parents that way. She's lucky you didn't kill her! I can't believe she would keep doing such terrible things to you again and again!"

“Sure I like the rush of getting the biggest and the best of a score, the thrill of a hunt; but Lucy is the brightest treasure I ever beheld, the most thrilling creature I’ve ever been captivated by.” I took a breath and went on. “And after finding out who I really am; it frightens me to not have her there beside me as well. She’s like a breath of fresh air that’s been keeping me grounded in reality; a spark of light in a darkness I couldn’t comprehend. And if anyone dares to try to hurt her again I would travel to Hell itself to make sure their misery never ends at my hands.”