Lucy Pevensie Prince Caspian Novels & Stories

She hates it. "Girl, are you looking for trouble?" Sue ask her while raising her brow. Peach decided to ignore her. She already have a problem that needed to be solve. "Why not ask him to shut up?" She look at Lucifer and smile tightly before shaking her head. "Or maybe I can threaten him?" Lucifer suggested. She did some research. That man is not an ordinary man. "It's Prince Caspian 'the great'." She quotes the word 'the great' to emphasize who is that freaking man.

I can feel her eyes on me, but I don’t look at her, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, and moving my head to the music. When she’s around, it’s as if the storm inside of me becomes a tranquil sea and somehow the world doesn’t feel so bleak. But she’ll be gone soon, and it’s better, with the Crawlers, the Guardsmen… and these Chupacabras, if that is what they are, she’s not safe here. “Tell me, Princesa, do you like history?” “I do, and if you’re asking if I like to see historical places, I do,” she says sitting forward, I glance over at her, appreciating the fact that with my shades on I can admire her as much as I want.

As soon as I set my bag down, my phone buzzed. My brother's text popped up: "Ayla, the Royal Witches' spell is active. Every scent and trace you've left on that territory is being erased completely. No one will be able to track you." I leaned against the cold, damp wall and closed my eyes. Soon. Twelve hours left until I returned home as the supreme Lycan Princess.

I, Emma Faye Parker will be marrying a prince. ''I don't know if we will actually last a lifetime,'' He replies, looking directly into my eyes, ''A lot can happen, Emma. We might end up hating each other and when that happens, it will probably be too late for us to go back. We wouldn't be able to start again.''

"I thought you had been stubborn enough not to show up." He told me, once I entered his office. My hands were clutched tightly at the strap of my bag as I walked over to the chair he had motion for me to sit down on. I was so exhausted to even say a word. I was not in the right mood at all. "We have missed you around here. So tell me, "How is your stay at Mr. Caspian residence, Lucy?" He leaned into his chair and looked up at me, with curious eyes. However, his curiosity dropped and his expression was replaced with anger.

Caspian felt it was quite weird with him and Zoey staying at the villa, so he asked Sylvia to drive him to his foster mother's old home in the countryside. He wanted to take a look and tidy up any remaining items. Actually, the two families each gifted a luxury car during the wedding. Willow had only driven the Bentley to work, so there was a Rolls-Royce Phantom at home. However, Caspian didn't feel like driving, which was why he had Sylvia come to pick him up. Upon returning to the countryside, he gazed melancholically at the empty house. He then entered Lilith's room and sorted through her belongings. In an iron chest, he found some medals that she had won during her Girl Scout days, along

Fear, I can’t believe an hour ago, I was fighting with three Lycans. But, still they didn’t attack me. I have read in books that Lycans are royal and utmost powerful and short-tempered. I am sure, Maraya was right about the college. Here, no matter what they will not show their reality. And that gave me a relief. Even though Audrey was really nice with me, I better keep a distance. A nerd girl in the front row talked with me. By the aura, I know she was human and her name was Claire. She was a chatterbox and she gave me a brief about college. Audrey and her friends belongs to the popular group in college, of course because Lycans. And Julia is the QueenBee. Then Claire asked more about mor

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

Water surged, knocking men from their feet. When the light faded, she was gone. The prince stood unmoving, soaked from the waist down, red eyes glowing in the mist. Slowly, he looked at the rippling water where she’d vanished. A faint smile curved his mouth—not anger, but curiosity. “Run while you can, little moon,” he said softly. “The curse always finds its own.” --- Far downstream, Elara dragged herself from the current, coughing up river water and shaking. Her palms still burned from the spell. She pressed them to the mud, trembling.

Her instincts screamed rat, but what she saw made her gasp and nearly swallow her own tongue. A blue flame floated mid-air near the doorway, softly flickering like an unbothered, nonchalant ghost. It looked eerily magical. Or suspiciously sentient. Or maybe both. Her curiosity, which had the impulse control of a caffeinated platypus, got the better of her. She stood up, brushing imaginary dirt off her already-dirty hospital gown, and approached the flame with caution. But just as she extended a tentative finger toward it, the flame darted away—zipping through the broken doorframe like it had better things to do.