Lucy Pevensie Novels & Stories

Lucy clutches the picture carefully as we head to the elevator. In the car, she chatters about kindergarten, about how Aunt Sel promised to teach her how to make pancakes with smiley faces, about how the dragon almost won but she saved the kingdom with her magic sword (a paper-towel roll). I listen and answer and try not to let my heart crack open too wide. When we reach the hospital floor, I slow my steps. Lucy’s hand is small and warm in mine. “Baby,” I say when we’re just outside David's door, and crouch so we’re eye to eye. “Before we go in, I need to tell you something important.”

"Sure. I mean, I don't really have anywhere else to go, right?" I smile, grateful for her help. "Thank you, Lucy. We need to stick together if we're going to make it through this." We set off down the path, the mist growing thicker with every step. The whispers on the wind grow louder, and I can feel the wisps watching us. I clutch Lavinia's potion tightly, hoping it will be enough to protect us. As we walk, Lucy tells me stories of her life. She's from a small town in the Midwest and loves to read books. She'd never been on a camping trip before, but her friends convinced her to come.

He looked across at her and the slightest suspicion of a smile flickered about his lips , then slowly he raised his hands and waited . Lucy certainly presented rather a comical figure to tackle burglar ; she was little and slight , and with the long bob at which she kept her hair , she looked much younger than her years . It was thick and black and cut in a fringe on her forehead ; she had to keep it unwaved since she could not afford money for hairdressers or even for attending to her hair at home .

Her eyes are a beautiful amber color that I’ve never seen on a person before, but they almost glow like the embers of a fire as it’s dying. Lucy isn’t quite as tall as all the others, and she helps me to not feel completely alone as the only non-giant in the house. She is also slightly rounder than the others, although still is excellent physical condition for her age. I guess I shouldn’t say that. I don’t really know how old she is. “You don’t have to help me with this, Luna. I’m sure you have other things to do.” She sounded very apologetic and concerned about me doing her job.

Gabriel said with a smile. ***** Lucy POV After her shift, Lucy had gotten back to her aunt's house desperately wanting a shower. She had greeted Gertrude and Samson who were sitting in the living room watching a movie but had quickly made her way to her bedroom bathroom. After a much-needed shower, Lucy stood in a tiny silk nightgown drying her hair while opening her laptop at her desk.

Silence, thick and electric. Lucien gives the barest nod. “Sit.” Ivy sinks into her seat, cheeks pink. Professor Lucien effects. I watch her—flushed, focused on her notebook. Like she didn’t just steal the whole room. His attention. Around me, students whisper. A few nod in admiration. I grip my pen tighter. “What’s your name?” Professor Lucien asks. Ivy blinks. “Ivy Wales.” “You made your point,” he says, “but remember—sometimes your words matter less than how you say them.”

Zoe would probably just laugh at her and tell her she was being paranoid. Lucy went into her own room and sat at her desk. She picked up a pen and started highlighting her textbook. She was determined to be the perfect student and the perfect bride.

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.

She smiled happily. "My dear! I'm so glad to see you!" Hilda said happily. "I'm happy to see you too." Rebecca replied good-humouredly. Hilda glanced at the Lady in her arms and furrowed her brow. She looked at her, puzzled. "Is she-?" She asked her doubtfully. She was too excited to complete her sentence. Rebecca knew what she wanted to say and replied in a nod. Hilda gasped softly. She collected the Lady from her mother's arm and gently carried her. Catherine woke up and looked at the unfamiliar face-her grandmother.

When no one came looking for me, they took me home. The Blackwoods were billionaires. Their home was the kind you only see in magazines. Giant gates, fountains, marble floors, and chandeliers. I didn't even know houses like that existed. That's where I met Lucy. She was one year younger than me and their only child. The first time she saw me, she just looked me up and down and said, "You're the girl they found on the beach, right?" I nodded. "Don't touch my dolls," she said and walked away.