Lucy Heartfilia Quotes Novels & Stories

"Don... he’s always been like that. Loud. Demanding. He thinks because he can fix a heart in an operating room, he has the right to break everyone else's outside of it." "He is a fool," Lucian murmured, his hand slowly moving up her side, his long fingers trailing over the knit fabric of her forest green sweater, leaving a path of electric heat in their wake. "A small, blind creature crawling through the dirt, entirely unaware of the sky. You should never have allowed him to breathe the same air as you, let alone your devotion."

“And for your information, I’m doing this for you.” I raise a brow. “For me?” “Yes, for you,” she insists. “You’ve had the most stressful day of your life, and what do you want to do? Lock yourself in and cry about it?” “I never said I was going to cry,” I mumble. “You don’t have to say it,” she shoots back. “Your face is already doing it.” I can’t help it—I laugh. A real one this time. Vera sees it immediately. That tiny crack in my resistance.

Just steady. Supportive. “You did what you thought was right,” she murmured. “For Howlborne. For the prophecy. For this child.” I swallowed. Duty was a heavy thing. Heavy enough to crush a heart if you let it. “She’s fine, you know,” Lucien said suddenly. My heart stuttered. He didn’t say her name. Didn’t have to. “Lucien,” I warned. “I’m just saying,” he shrugged, “you’re not the only one who learned to live with heartbreak.”

Her mind was in another world, all she could think about at that moment was how Lucian could exist in this life. *Always remember that the truth is not what you see with your eyes, the truth is what is hidden in the hearts* She remembered Celine's words to her, and returned tiredly as she sat on the bed, unable to comprehend what was happening to her. Her heart was beating very strongly and her head hurt. "Are you really Lucien?" She said while looking at him, while he stood in front of her and looked at her calmly "What's wrong with you, Emilia? It's me. Have you forgotten me? You've forgotten that we are close friends."

Clara I believe that we are all capable of getting the best of everything, if we just focus on the blessing every lesson has to offer . Sometimes it's easier said than done . There is a saying that has always stuck with me throughout the years and during the times I needed all the support I could get when we lost Caleb; Through darkness there is light , broken hearts will mend, and one day you will look back and understand why it happened. Sometimes it takes a bit longer for the sun to break, broken hearts mend, it may take a while but they heal. However shattered hearts are a different kind of strain .The remedy is available but the ingredients are scarce. Time always reveals why we went th

Lucy bent a little and tried to straighten the crumbled portion. She straightened herself and said in a cold voice, "Your eyes are dilapidated, your heartbeat is so high that it is audible to me from here, your face is white and you are dancing in worry. All these are the signs that your sister is not ready to go!" Forwarding a white polythene bag to Kayla, Lucy said, "Sleeping around would be an easier task if your sister would be a bad she-wolf, but she is the one or should I say the only one with a pure heart?!"

I wouldn't forgive myself for that. ‘You’re being too hard on them.’ Lucy's voice sprinkled across in my mind like a weak splash of confetti from a terrible surprise. I had a feeling she was going to say something like that. “Lucy, not now” I distracted myself by lifting objects from where I thought they weren't supposed to be to where they should be. “If not now, then when? When you are all alone and helpless. When dying suddenly starts looking like a better option?” she retorted.

I have to keep that hope up if I want to get out of this situation. “So, you still think you’re too good to talk to someone like me, huh? Well, you are nothing but a useless slut. He is going to kill you, and then he is going to get them to force Blake to recognize me as his mate at last. I won.” Lucy states, her face glowing with madness and a blind belief in her own words.

"Nothing makes me happier than seeing my daughter smile. That's why I've decided to leave the past where it belongs—in the past. But I'll tell you this: Lucius, Serenity is a good person, a good daughter, and most of all, she's my little girl—the light of my life. I'd hate to see her hurt someday… because if she gets hurt, I'd end up hurting whatever you love most.

Where’s my whiskey? ⸻ Ilya: Lucille. What would a non-violent, romantic gift to Eve look like? Lucille: (actually thinking) Anything. Everything. The world. Existence is pointless if I cannot offer her something worth killing for. Ilya: Or maybe… not kill? Lucille: Humanity is a parasite. Eve: As long as he dies too, I’m fine with this philosophy. ⸻ Ilya: Damian. Are you loyal only to Lucille?