Lucy Pinder Podcast Novels & Stories

Ray: [When are you coming back? Lucy: [I'll be gone for at least half a month. Lindsay is a hardcore apocalypse fanatic. She started building some kind of doomsday bunker two years ago, and it's finally finished these past few days. She insisted I go over as a guest. I couldn't refuse no matter what!] Lucy: [Seriously, why do people like this even exist? She actually used connections to buy a piece of land deep in the mountains and spent nearly 10 million building an iron cage!]

“You can tell that to them yourself in a moment.” Lucy turned her phone back toward me, who had passed out by now, and raised her voice to a screech. “Guys, did you hear that? This man is threatening us! Let me tell you, this woman is a professional homewrecker who specializes in seducing rich men–”

Somewhere across the city… Lucy stood by the window of her crestwell estate, a glass of red wine in her hand, her phone still open to the last message she sent. A cold smile danced on her lips. “She read it,” she said to herself, sipping her wine. From behind her, a man’s voice broke the silence. “You sure she’s the one?” Lucy turned, her eyes glinting. “She’s truly alive, Danie, she was really the one we say during the broadcast and press conference l,” she said calmly. “And now, I know exactly how to ruin her all over again.”

“You’re not the first, but you might be the last.” I left him, thinking about what he had said and what it got to do with my mothers’ dead. I was confused. Lucy met me outside the library after fourth period, holding a dusty box like it weighed more than her GPA. “These are the town archives,” she said, puffing. “Principal gave me access for our project. Told him we’re doing it on historical power shifts in Ravenfalls. You know politics, zoning battles and missing people.” My stomach twisted. Missing people?

I haven’t been the target of so many pitying looks since my mother’s death. As I approach the side door, another voice rings out, high and piercing. “Sir, may I volunteer as well?” I whip around to find out who it is, but somehow I already know before I even see her. Lucy is on her tip-toes, hand outstretched straight up in the air. Her face is bright, and she appears to be completely oblivious to the looks of abject horror being directed at her from the surrounding candidates. Landon looks a little taken aback. “Who has volunteered?” he demands, scanning the group for the surprise volunteer.

He gazed unto the veiled lady and waited for her response. "Would you not reconsider, Your Excellency?" Lucy asked when she got the bottle and stored it in her spatial ring. It was a must that she does not fail in this mission. The Ancestor even commanded her to please this boy with her body just to make him come. Lucy shivered at the thought. Like every slave of the Pinion Family, she was groomed to be used. It seems like this will be my first, Lucy thought sadly.

“Quite honestly, Lucinda, I came here to get answers because I thought that somehow, someway you managed to cast a spell on me. One that cursed me to think about, want, and crave only you. I was going to force you to break this damn curse and then, hopefully put me out of my damn misery because I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep running. I’m do-“ Her hand clamps down over my mouth, silencing my words and making me stare into her watery silver eyes, filling with unshed tears. “Stop. Just stop.” Lucinda says, shaking her head at me. One stray tear slides down her cheek and I watch her quickly wipe it off, a growl escaping her. “I don’t want to hear this shit. You think life is hard? That da

"Tomorrow I'm going to hit the interview path hard. And when I get a job I'm going to buy you drinks every night for a week." Lucy grinned. "Sounds good to me." She closed the office door and they walked down the corridor arm in arm. Lucy's office was located in a rundown part of Richmond, in an old warehouse converted into tiny offices in desperate need of repair. Besides Lucy's P.I. office, there was a clinic specializing in male sexual problems, a debt collection agency, and a lawyer who'd just gotten out of prison after spending two years inside for fraud.

She wasn't looking at Clara. “How did you find out where we are?” Kaylen asked. “You both have your locations turned on.” Lucy replied simply and picked out of Kaylee’s fries. “No, we don't.” They chorused and she smiled at them. “She is a tech genius. She hacks, cracks, and does other nerdy things.” Clara said and Lucy turned to her. “You really don't know how to keep your mouth shut.” Lucy said and Clara smiled at her. “We were just talking about her, this is crazy.” Kaylen muttered to himself.

“Shut your filthy mouth, and wipe off your pending tears. gold digger. I wasn't the one who made this audio because it's trending in the media, and that's where I downloaded it from,” Lucy poured bitterly at Sarah, and she glared at her, who was staring at her back with disgust. Linda glared at Sarah, who was breathing in harder as fury was written over her face, and she signalled her to calm down. She knew the voice in the audio had been framed by Sarah's enemies because she received a call from Mr. Johnson, who complained to her about Collins's intention with his family.