Lucy Jane Leighton Savant Novels & Stories

Sahara said purposefully to Lucile who was next to her. Lucile really didn't know. Speaking in bad local language, she said, "That person is...?" Sahara deliberately said loudly, "She's a well known socialite who specializes in sleeping with men for favors! She managed to get the female lead role in many blockbuster films. I really don't know how such a prostitute became so famous!" Lucile then dawned in understanding and recognized that she was Juliana Hawkins. Juliana was very famous abroad. Just now, the fake Lucile really didn't recognize Juliana for a while.

“No, it’s not Leonard that’s sick, it’s someone else. Be fast, when you reach here, you will get to know the details.” After saying that, he hung up. “She will be here soon.” Dylan said as he continued his examination on Jane. Leonard gaze lingered on Jane's features. Something about her resonated with him. “Who is she?” Dylan asked, curiosity getting the better of him. Leonard hesitated before answering him. “I don’t know her. I saw her on the bridge… she was going to jump.” Dylan’s eyes widened. “You saved her life Leonard?” Leonard was about to reply when the door of the presidential suit was pushed open, revealing Lucy, who was putting on a short red gown that complimented her skin perfe

“Of course not, but—” Lucinda cut her off smoothly. “Did she whisper poison in your ear? Confess some grand scheme to turn Sean against the family?” Vivian clenched her jaw. “No.” “Well then.” Lucinda smiled sweetly. “Isn’t it funny how you didn’t see it, didn’t hear it, but you’re so sure it happened? Sounds to me like you’re the one trying to stir the pot.” Lucinda was no pushover. Born into the prestigious Lambert family and now one of the country’s biggest A-list actresses, she carried herself with the confidence of someone who never had to play nice with anyone—least of all the Jaspers' adopted daughter.

Samantha ominously smirked amidst the continued clamor of confusion among the media. "Yes, a Wright. Oh, I forgot to mention it. Anyway, she's Doctor Abigail Marie Sandoval-Wright. My dear brave Lucy's wife. My favorite nephew. But please don't tell the others that CEO Lucas Alexander is my favorite" With an index on her lips, she comically whispered in the microphone. "We will pretend we didn't hear that again Aunt Sam" Lissie giggles while the rest shakes their heads in amusement. "Yes, Lissie doll, it's a secret you must not know" Samantha casually responded.

,Hannah stood at the door gripping Zander by the arm tight a shocked look on her face. "what? How?",my poor mate was shocked. " All I know from what my grandmother told me is that Lucy used to be considered the town slut. She partied all the time and did whatever she wanted no matter what her parents told her and at the age of seventeen got pregnant. They sent her away and she had the baby and was supposed to give it up but from what I heard she had somebody watch the child and raise it for her. Lucy was always really nasty after that and hated everybody. When she found out she was mated to Stan she was pissed he wasn't a higher rank. Beta is a good rank by the way, she smiled, she was okay

When a car struck me and sent me flying, blood sprayed everywhere. It resulted in ruptured organs, so I begged my wife, Lucy Hathaway, to take me to the hospital. But she told me to endure it because her younger uncle, Alan Cooper, had surgery that day. To stop me from applying to a foreign institution, Lucy went so far as to lock me in a cold storage room kept at negative twenty degrees Celsius. “The chance to travel abroad has to go to Alan. He has nothing, while you already have all of my love. You should give him your future! “The chill in the storage room will help with your wounds. After Alan finishes his surgery and submits his application, you can go to the hospital.” The pain

Her profile read: Sylvia Wayne – PR Manager, Orlov Empire. A mischievous grin curved Lucy’s lips as she clicked on the message icon and typed: > “I’m Lucy, Jane’s sister. I know you’re probably wondering why I’m messaging, but I’ve been trying to reach her after I saw her news broadcast. I wanted to clear the air because I was falsely accused. Please, can you help me meet her tomorrow?” Sylvia read the message and frowned slightly. > “Who the hell sends this kind of message on a first conversation?” she muttered aloud.

Lucille continued, "Wherever I go later, you must never tell Spencer. Otherwise, I'll never have you by my side from now on." Bethany felt tense when she heard Lucille's stern words. "Roger that, Mrs. Layton." Actually, out of Spencer's five assistants, Bethany was the one who was around Lucille the most. Of course, she would be the one who knew Lucille the best. "Mrs. Layton, don't tell me we're changing our plan again and not returning to Sylvania…" Bethany said. Lucille snapped her fingers. "Bingo. You know me so well, Bethany."

But he wasn’t alone. Clinging to his arm, looking like a fragile porcelain doll in a silk dress, was Cynthia Thorne. The "White Moonlight" who had abandoned Lucian when his father’s company was bankrupt, only to reappear now that he was a billionaire. "Lucian?" Maya’s voice was a soft rasp. "You’re late. I made dinner. It’s our anniversary."

My throat dries. Lucien moves between the desks now, eyes shifting, taking stock. “You’ll notice the powerless often see the clearest. They learn how to read the room. How to survive. Sometimes they bend power without anyone noticing—until it’s too late.” He passes my row. Doesn’t stop. Doesn’t look. Returns to the board. “This,” he continues, tapping the board once, “is a list of lovers.” He writes four names in quick succession: Damon Salvatore. Edward Cullen.