Lucy Pevensie Novels & Stories

she said, her tone cautious. Lucy bent down, gripping the side of the wooden bowl. The stench made her stomach churn but forced herself to focus. With a grunt, she lifted the bowl, balancing its weight against her upper chest and shoulders. It was heavier than she had expected but she gritted her teeth and started toward the stable door. The bright sunlight outside momentarily blinded her as she stepped into the open. The guards were still patrolling, their armor gleaming in the sunlight. Lucy avoided their gazes, her heart pounding as she made her way towards the disposal pit at the far end of the yard.

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

She knows me so well that I can't even find a single thing from her. "Send my regards to Lucy." She told me. "Yes mom,bye." I said as I left her office, even though I tried to hide what was on my mind, mum knows best. She can read me like an open book even though I am grown up. I headed back to work, I was so bothered about Vera's behavior that I left work and went to visit mom. **** Lucy's POV: Nowadays the mansion has been so tense that I don't even feel comfortable anymore.

"I tried to stop her. She just... she started throwing things. She wouldn't listen." "It’s okay, Mrs. Gable," I said, my voice sounding hollow even to my own ears. I reached out to touch Leena’s hair, but the girl shied away, burying her face in the nanny’s shoulder. The heavy thud-thud-thud of a suitcase being dragged down the hallway echoed through the hollow space. Lucy appeared. She was wearing a trench coat, her eyes hidden behind oversized dark glasses, her jaw set in a line so hard it looked like stone. M

They arrived at Larkhaven after a day's drive. Then, they spent another half of the day hiking before they arrived at Benedict's house. He was Lucy's mentor. Misty clouds shrouded the mountains. A house sat among the trees like a land one could only see in fairytales. A light floral fragrance permeated the air, bringing a sense of joy to everyone. "Mr. Jones!" Lucy shouted. Benedict, who was watering his flowers in his garden, heard her voice and realized Lucy was standing at the entrance of his home with three other people.

"No, no, no! This is Bun Bun's room. Bun Bun won't have a room anymore." Bun Bun was the rabbit plushie in Lucy's arms. Lucy was an extremely sensitive person. Even the smallest change could cause her emotions to spiral. Because of that, she had no friends and couldn't keep pets. Stuffed animals were the most important things in her life. Mom tried comforting her for a while, but it clearly wasn't working. Without hesitation, Mom turned to me and said, "In that case, you can sleep on the couch. You'll be leaving for college soon and moving into a dorm anyway."

Rumors. Lucie had once mentioned hearing about a girl who used to cause trouble. Someone he couldn’t stand. A bully. And suddenly, it clicked. Gabby. The name wasn’t unfamiliar after all. Wasn’t she the girl who had a reputation for making people miserable back in Lucie’s circles? I frowned. No, that couldn’t be it. Lucie would have told me. Unless he didn’t want me to know. My fingers hovered over the phone again. I typed in: Gabriella—Lucie Sinclair.

Thirty minutes later, she stopped in front of small building. I watched as she knocked the door , and someone opened the door for her.. "She came to see that wicked witch?" I said , and I felt uncomfortable.. ✨Lucy's POV ✨ I was in the living room , preparing breakfast, when I heard a knock at the door I opened it and I was shocked at who I saw "What're you doing here you witch?" I said in anger.. "We need to talk lucy, pls" she said , and I let her in.

Seeing the hurt and the hatred her father had for Lucy and not understanding all the reasons why she hatched a diabolical plan that would change everybody’s lives. I looked a little at my friends. They already knew what was next as they have heard this story a couple of times. There was no way one could get used to these atrocities. I don’t know what happened in Sarah’s mind while Lucy was in the hospital but something did happen. After Lucy got better and she was able to take care of herself, as she was in a coma, she returned home. Slowly she recovered completely. Meanwhile, there was quiet in Bibury. Until one day, just like Rita now, Lucy had the good habit to organize charity events, an

the girl teased, reaching down for the fallen book and handing it over. Once they were both standing, the girl offered her hand again, this time more formally. “I’m Julia, by the way. Barry’s sister.” Lucy blinked. “Oh. Really?” “Yeah.” Julia gave a little shrug. “Surprised?” “A bit,” Lucy admitted, shaking her hand. “I’m Lucy. Um… Barry brought me here.” Julia tilted her head playfully. “Like… here here? Or here as in ‘you live in this madhouse now too’?”