Lucy Pyre Face Novels & Stories

Always caring for me and putting my stupid self first, she was even ready to risk her career for me so the least I could do was stay out of trouble, I'm not that stupid. Still in thought my mind drifted back to the time I went for a run this morning and a smile cript into my mind coupled with the embarrassment I feeled when I was short on cash. Lucy eyed me suspiciously, “ What's with the Muti - coloured face, you're not turning into a chameleon are you?” She shot her a glare, and she threw her hands up defensively, “ Okay calm your tits Tiger, I just don't want to deal with the insect side of you right now, I'm okay with you being human just so you'd know.”

Her phone vibrated on the mattress. She grabbed it quickly, reading the words that appeared on the screen. [Lucy... Can you sleep well tonight? If not, I'll send a video to keep you company.] Her brow furrowed. “What is this...?” she muttered suspiciously. [Video, 60 seconds.] With trembling hands, Lucy pressed play. The video opened—showing the face of someone she recognized: a middle-aged man with a battered, bruised face, full of wounds. It was the man she had sent to gather evidence about the old Amora house fire.

I felt something thicker streaming down my neck. Putting my hand to it. I swallowed. Blood. The bandage on my head was opening up. I was definitely going to die today. ********** *DANICA* "MOMMY!"Lucy yelled walking into my bedroom. "You need to let him in." "Lucy, you have to stay away from that man...he's a bad person" "Do you know him? I thought...." "I don't know him" "Then how do you know he's bad?" “I...I just...he looks bad"

"Penalty for his role in this fiasco." The space hushed, everyone braced for Liam's next move. Lucy's features warped with fury, eyes bulging, irises dilated, complexion ashen. She retreated a step, hands balled so tight her knuckles blanched, like restraining herself from detonating. Her mouth drew back, fangs peeking, like a feral animal set to pounce. "You can't pull that!" she screeched, her cry bouncing off the masonry, manic and unhinged. "You don't defy me!"

I asked as my fist immediately collided with Cyrus face. I told him last time not to ever show his face here ever again, but he didn't listen to me and had the guts to show his face again. Was he cutting for death or something else. He stumble to the floor and I immediately landed on him. He shouldn't have shown his face here. He shouldn't have. "Do you want to kill him?" Lucy said , with voice shaking with fear as stood next to us, with her little fingers trying to catch my hand that were repeatedly punching Cyrus face.

Lucy’s voice carried reassurance as her fingers continued their soothing dance on my temples. “Lucy… I…” Wait... What? In an instant, I lifted my head, and there she was, Lucy, before me. Lucy, who had died trying to hold David off so I could escape the pack house. Her gaze met mine, and her face immediately became confused, probably because my expression was so weird. I guess it was a blend of astonishment, confusion, and a touch of panic. Yet, there was no time to decipher this surreal scene or the intricacies of her expression. Without thinking, I leaned in, my hands reaching for her cheeks, drawing her face toward mine.

Performs PCR quickly with incredible frantic expressions. "Wake up Lucy, wake up! Oh my God, why are you so stupid to do all this!?" Daniel looked panicked, he continued to press Lucy's chest, but the body still showed no signs of life. Until finally then, "Oohhookk... Oohhookk!!" Daniel breathed a sigh of relief now that Lucy finally let water out of her mouth and could breathe again. .he embraced the body which was now curled up in the cold and fixedly stared at that beautiful but pale face now.

My eyes turned to look behind me, and Penny stood there with her arms crossed over her chest. "Ooppsy!" she said. Lucia put on her innocent face. "I didn't see you coming. Are you okay?" "What the hell are you doing Lucy? Did you trip me on purpose?" I protested. "What? I didn't!" "How can you say no? I saw you deliberately sticking out my leg, oh of course you knew I was going to come in here." Lucia sighed, and then suddenly, her eyes became dull as if she was going to cry. I bit my lower lip, feeling like something terrible would happen. I don't know. I just have a bad feeling about this.

Aiden’s father stood beside her, silent but supportive, his face was a mask of controlled rage. And then Lucy arrived. The sight of her nearly broke me. She looked... lifeless. Thin, gaunt, her skin was pale, her eyes was vacant like a broken robot. She barely resembled the vibrant woman I had once known. The entire pack fell silent as she stepped inside. No words were spoken. She didn’t say a thing to anyone. It was an emotional moment. Tears filled my eyes as I watched her walk by, supported by two warriors. The whole family surrounded her, trying to comfort her, but Lucy didn’t react.

Panic clawed at my throat as Lucy's ragged breaths became uneven. Her pale face, framed by blood-soaked blonde hair, sent a jolt of fear through me. My fingers trembled as I brushed her cheek, whispering her name, but there was no response. A string of curses ripped from my lips. This wasn't right. She shouldn't be hurt, possibly dying. This wasn't her mess. Lucy was pure sunshine, always radiating warmth and kindness. Guilt gnawed at me, reminding me of her playful teasing, the way she'd sashay around with a tray of drinks and a witty comment on her lips. I blinked back the moisture stinging my eyes.