Lucy Novels & Stories

She pleaded. I sighed heavily as I started off with the books I filched from the librarian, the reading of a fairytale Lycan rule and the information I’d gathered. I told her about the raid and the family journals that Constable Myra had. With each word Lucy’s eyes got wider and wider, her gaze darting more to the window to see her mate patiently waiting outside. “My Goddess…” she finally whispered, her hand playing with the bracelet on her wrist. “It all makes sense.” I was more puzzled than ever as she sat there, neither of us talking. After another minute or two, Lucy finally spoke. “Adam’s a Lycan.”

"Did you look into the Lucy lady?" Ethan nods in reply, taking his tablet out. In his younger years he'd recite everything he learnt about the lady off-head. He must really be getting old because he now reads from the device. "She's a 27 year old lady who works as an intern in a hospital. Her both parents are late, she has an aunt who she spent her growing up years with..." He looks up at me, "It looks like this aunt's place is where we're headed because she lives at Oklahoma. Lucy's lived a lonely life, had about two failed relationships, lost her best friend when she was 21 and has no known friends till date."

Don’t you want to know what kind of monster Professor Lucien really is? Monster? I don’t care what he did in his past. I don’t want to know. My thumb hovers over the power button. My eyes flick to the exit. Then back to the screen. If I keep watching, I’ll never unsee it… Damn it. With a hissed curse, I drop back into the chair and scrub the timeline forward. 23:00. The image jumps. He has her by the throat now—one fist tight against her neck as he thrusts into her like an animal. Her palm taps his arm. Lightly at first. Like a signal.