Lucy Novels & Stories

She didnt want to talk about whatever happened between her and Alex earlier at the basement She had her face buried on the window and stared outside Aaron glanced over at her worriedly and asked "is everything okay with you?" "I'm fine. I just miss my friend" Lucy lied "Where's she?" Aaron asked sofly "France. She went there to continue her studies after we completed college" Lucy explained with her face still fixed on the window "Oh... I see. Would you like to go somewhere else with me?" Aaron slowly grabbed Lucy's hand and massaged the back of her plam gently

She was about to claw the life out of her when Harper interfered. “Stop!” He yelled, racing past Caine and I. Spencer joined him, anxiety crawling up my skin as we watched in silence. Lucy was still on the girl, snarling aggressively. “Lucy, stop!” Spencer said, his voice cracky. Lucy shifted back to her human form and turned to them. “She almost killed Caine!” She yelled. “And she’s a wolf-hunter, they’d do the same to us,” she added, the darkness clouding her eyes again. Her claws grew out, ready to strike the helpless hunter on the floor.

Lucy looked down while she wiped her tears with the back of her hand. "You’re not a burden," I said firmly. "You’re an Alpha Female, You are LUCY CAESAR the sister of Alpha Aiden Caesar, you’re strong, Lucy." I reached across the table and took Lucy’s hand, squeezing it gently while trying to remind her who she was "You’re coming with me. You’re staying at the pack house and I won’t let you go back to him." Lucy looked up at her with gratitude, her eyes shimmering. She didn’t say anything, she just nodded.

"Come in and sit." Lucy nodded slightly and walked inside. She was wearing a very simple outfit, a white T-shirt with black pants and a necklace around her neck. Her short, slightly messy hair fell in a few strands at the corners of her eyes. She looked clean, sharp, and cool. She stopped beside the bed and looked at Anna, who was sitting propped up against the pillows. Lucy scratched her forehead with one finger. How was she supposed to start? Call her mentor right away? Or ease into it little by little?

A figure stepped out from the shadows. Not a guard. It was Lucy. Except this wasn’t the Lucy from school, I will call her Lucy Hunt for clarity, because she is the one with messy ponytails and cheap nail polish. This Lucy Hunt was wearing hunter tech with sleek black armor, glowing lines down the arms, a blade in her hand. Her eyes flicked over us, landing on me. “I told them I’d get you here,” she said and her voice didn’t even shake. “I just didn’t think I’d regret it.”

Just as I finished picking out a light romance film on the big screen, a quiet knock sounded at the door frame. I turned around to see a friendly face stepping inside. It was my personal maid, Lucy. She was a lovely, bright-eyed Omega in her mid-twenties with clear, glowing skin, soft dark hair tied in a loose ponytail, and a warm, infectious smile. She was naturally chatty and sweet, always moving around with an easy grace that made her effortless to be around. "Good morning, My Lady!" Lucy said cheerfully, folding her hands in front of her gray dress. "Can I prepare some light snacks and fresh juice for you while you watch you

And not feel bad about it. Abbey couldn’t. Until tonight. Lucy and Abbey went back a long way. They’d become instant friends when they met at university over ten years ago. Lucy had graduated and joined the police force since she could think of nothing better to do. A year later, she’d quit, stifled by the protocol and paperwork. She’d taken on odd jobs after that, and it was while working in a dry-cleaning store that she'd got her big break.

Kyra The shelter reeks of mold and despair — not much different from that roadside hideout. The peeling walls, the thin mattresses, the cries of children sharing the same roof with me. Here, no one asks your real name, and that is a relief. To everyone, I am just Lucy, a woman who lost everything and is trying to survive and “restart.” I scrub bathrooms, mop floors, clean offices I’ll never be invited to enter. I work from sunrise to sunset, because keeping my hands busy is the only way not to lose my mind.

LUNETH Lucy does not give me time to even react as my phone buzzes again with a message. 'Don't worry; it hasn't gone viral yet.' My heart feels a bit of relief, but I know the worst is yet to come. Lucy was a pawn in Maljore's long game, and the end so far has always been death. I wonder if Lucy truly knew what was going to happen to her in the end and if she was willingly walking this road, or maybe being deceived by Major that this was going to make her wealthy.

She couldn’t burst out and say things she would surely regret sooner rather than later. “See you later mom. Let me know when yours and Dad’s inhumanity wears off.” And she left without looking back. Now she was there annoying her friend. She hadn’t made any kind of comment, but poor Lucy worked all night in a call center, customer service and toothpaste sales. She came in late every night, past three in the morning. Lucy was twenty-four years old, an orphan of both parents. She was also studying veterinary medicine at the university, but she hadn’t gotten pregnant by a stupid guy like Melody’s ex was.