Lucy Greyrat Novels & Stories

All of her doubts, her weaknesses, everything that she had feared in her whole life came through. “Lucy?” Bianca’s voice made no appeal. Lucy shot her hands up to the sky, pulling herself out of the water and flipping around until she landed on her feet on the ground. She stood, and with a snap of her fingers, she was dressed. “You want to do this?” she asked, glaring at Patricia. The woman didn’t know when to back down, and she had listened to the nasty, vile spew coming from her for the last time. “You’re nothing, witch.”

Lucius roared, and I saw an invisible barrier surrounding us, created by Patrea. “Adora was eighteen when she left the underworld. And Lucy was already six or seven years old at that time. I was sure of that because Adora left the demon realm after Lucien showed us a hologram of Lucy accidentally summoning fire that killed the rabbit in front of her! So Althea cannot be my granddaughter because Lucy is just two years older than her!” Patrea said in one breath, and I felt numb for a second. “And you didn’t bother to tell me? When did we start keeping secrets?” Lucius hissed.

Lucy smiled gently, opening the curtains to let the light spill in. “Lucy,” I said, brushing my hair at the dresser, “can I ask you something? And I want the truth.” She paused, then nodded slowly. “Yes, Ma’am.” I watched her closely her warm brown eyes, the gray streaks in her hair, her calm demeanor. “Tell me about Beatrice.” Her hand froze on the curtain. The color drained from her face. She looked as though she’d seen a ghost. “Don’t lie to me,” I said softly. “I already know who she is.”

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.

He voiced his question. Lucas fiddled with the cuff on his wrist and cleared his throat. “Madam Grey… sir.” Madam Grey, as in Alexandra’s grandmother? Lucien thought with knitted brows. What was she of all people doing here? Certainly not here to smack him with her hand purse after he had broken her granddaughter’s heart, he hoped.

They all believe that we will be, and they already respect me and treat me as their Luna. Even though I’ve been here for a few days and seen Lucy many times, I still haven’t really gotten to know her. She’s a little older looking, maybe around 50-something, and she has dark blonde hair pulled up into a high bun on the top of her head and a few grey streaks showing from the underneath layers. Her eyes are a beautiful amber color that I’ve never seen on a person before, but they almost glow like the embers of a fire as it’s dying.

His nod made her have a go ahead and she injected his neck with the black liquid . "Sweetdreams motherfucker" she whispered to him with a grin stood up. She then packed the money before exiting from the back door of the club. Her name is Lucy and she's the nightmare of guys living in daylight. She's a member of the female revolution gang , hunters and killers of men. According to her motto, men are liars and she strives to end the lives of all those who maltreat and disrespect women.

It was his personal number’s ringtone, when Gatlin saw the unknown number flashing on his cell screen he frowns stood up and run to balcony far from Adair where he could not hear the contain. “Gat” other side came the gentle but anxious voice of a woman “what happen?” Gatlin asked hurriedly, this is the cell phone he gave to Lucy for emergency use and she is calling this late, this makes Gatlin afraid as he squeezes hard on his cell phone. “I am fine, it’s just I had a night mare” Lucy said with little guilt in her tone, from Gatlin’s voice she felt he must be sleeping now “dream?” Gatlin stretch his eyebrows, can just a dream make her breathless “yes, I saw lots of beasts like animals runni

Aislen sighed and sat beside her. “Here,” Lucy cupped her hands around Aislen’s as she lit Aislen’s cigarette. Aislen clearly saw Rohan, one of the footballers, as he ground and grunted over her, and knew that Lucy was pregnant with Rohan’s baby, which was the cause of the vomiting, but also that Guy had promised to drive Lucy across the state for an abortion if the home methods that they had been trying for the last two weeks didn’t work… In a sudden, chilling, image, Aislen saw Lucy, her face grey and lifeless, her eyes staring blankly, as a puddle of blood spread around her.

Lucian reached and stroked my hair gently. "You scared us, darling," he said gently and kissed the top of my head. "I am sorry," I said, and he sighed. "What happened? Maxwell found you on the floor, bleeding through your nose and ears; now your eyes are green. Neon green, Scarlett. What is going on?" he asked, and I had noticed the eye colour change but chose to ignore it. I touched my cheekbone close to my eyes in shock, and Lucian reached out and gave me a small mirror to use. I gazed at my reflection and realised what he was telling me. My eyes were green, and they shined. The shine wasn't permanent. It was more like a flicker. I tried to calm down, and it stopped. With the shine off, it