Lucy Heartfilia Wallpaper Novels & Stories

My hand moved curiously to open the drawer on the dresser, at the same time unprepared to see what was inside. Painting. Taken so professionally, even when her body was almost lost due to a burn. The painting I took relying on my eyes closed in fear, captured the natural beauty of Luna. She's such a great Luna, I can tell by how gracefully she carries those violet eyes full of love and hope. Sitting on a body with skin as bright as seawater, next to an Alpha whose part of the photo had been burned away. “She's dead.” My mouth opened on its own. Hey, I didn't mean to say that cruel thing. Is Liliana awake yet?

There might be shame in daydreaming and wishing that it was me he looked at, but no one has to know that. And so what if it makes me look pathetic, it's no one's business but my own. Besides, Luca Valentine looks way too hot in his blue t-shirt. A lot hotter than the green one he wore yesterday. It would be a shame for him not to be looked at. "You're staring," Lilith hisses, snapping her fingers in my face. Her red painted fingernails catches my attention, and I blink. "Stop it. You're getting creepy." Lilith tosses her equally vibrant red hair over her shoulder, a curly strand catching on her black cat shaped earring. She drops her hand and grabs her travel mug, taking a big sip of the con

“What have I done wrong to deserve this cold treatment? She asked softly. “My mind has always been with you in the morning, afternoon, and night. I was doing all I can to get the chance to see you and you made it obvious that I am not welcome.” Lucian took a deep breath before saying “Lucy,I never expected to see you here. In this dangerous place. The Mafia don isn't a cool person.” Lucy nodded in understanding and pulled him into a warm embrace. He hugged her too. They both stayed that way for some minutes before he allowed her to step into his ward and sleep on the bed. ***** Hailey smiled and put flowers on Hilda's grave. She had revisited Hilda alone. To be honest Hilda was a very brave

She let out a girlish laugh first before fully opening her white-painted door. “Come in.” “Thanks.” We stepped inside her house and I was quite surprised when I saw the paintings attached on her wall. All of them were portraits of that Lucifer. “Yup, I’m THAT crazy about the Prince.” She said, as if she knows exactly what I’m thinking. “You know how to do portraits?” She nodded. “Yes, I know that’s quite unbelievable but I’m somehow good at it.” Maybe Lucy’s house is worse than this. That girl’s so exaggeratingly crazy with that bastard.

"And I have sworn off men forever. Dick is canceled for me for life. I am becoming a nun or a lesbian. Whichever requires less emotional labor." Lucy laughed loud and unapologetically as she swiped their guest passes at the front desk. "Sure, babe. Keep telling yourself that until you start eye fucking every decent pair of shoulders in here." They walked into the main workout floor, where the clank of weights and grunts of effort filled the air. Lucy immediately made her way toward the treadmills, but Dalia could not move when her eyes suddenly landed on him. He was shirtless. Of course he was shirtless.

The walls were painted in soft pink and lavender, with beautiful hand-painted murals that looked like scenes from fairy tales. But what really made Lucia gasp was the life-sized Barbie mural that covered one entire wall. It wasn't just any Barbie, it was from her favorite movie, "Barbie and the Island Princess," complete with tropical flowers and beautiful island scenery. "Oh my goodness!" Lucia squealed, running to touch the wall. "It's Barbie! It's really her!" "Do you like it, baby girl?" Clarisse asked, though the answer was obvious from Lucia's face. "I love it so much Mummy!" Lucia said dramatically, pressing her hands to her heart in a way that made both her parents laugh.

When Lucien pushed the door to Lilith's room open, he found nothing but a neatly arranged room. He was hesitant to walk in at first, but finally he did. He walked closer to her bed and halted when his eyes caught hold of a painting that wasn't facing him. As he turned it to face him, his heart nearly froze at the sight of it, it was truly a beautiful painting of him with the cold face he had always kept.

Lucy moaned against my lips as we kissed passionately at the fire exit of the building, where Amara’s party was in full swing. It was just eight in the evening. Lucy and I just came back from upstairs after we put our little girl to bed because she fell asleep in my arms. Luciana Aila, or Lily. Our five-year-old daughter. The one we conceived in the underworld. The Underworld Princess of Mischief. My hand landed on Lucy’s ass and I squeezed it hard before I felt a presence behind me, as Lucy did. We immediately untangled ourselves from each other and turned our bodies around, where we saw Amara standing a few feet away, looking at us.

Stacy asked, “That would be me,” the young female Panther spoke up, her voice was meek and submissive like a lot of female Panthers who lived under Williams rule, she was a little younger than Stacy, her military styled short hair was bright green and her height was well, lets just say Stacy could use her head as an armrest, “I’m Lucy, I worked at the morgue as a cleaner, they fired me too, giving the same reason as her,” Lucy gestured to Grace, Stacy welcomed the young She-panther to the table and handed her a cup, “I don’t know why after all the years that have passed, humans can’t get it into their heads that we don’t want to hurt them,”

They looked bright red under the scorching sun. At that moment, her daughter, Lila, came running over on her chubby legs, looking like a doll. Lucy had dressed her in a purple dress that made her look like a tiny princess. Her big eyes were full of curiosity as she clutched Lucy’s sleeve. “What is it, Lila?” Lucy asked warmly, kneeling down to hug her and kissing her cheek. Lila struggled to speak clearly, babbling as she pointed out the window. Lucy followed her gaze and saw a tall, slender woman walking quickly down the road. Her head was wrapped in a scarf that hid her face.