Lucy Score Author Novels & Stories

How deep could he go inside me? Would he break character, even once, if I rode him until he begged? My thighs pressed together beneath the desk. God, he looked so good. Too clean. Too cold. Men like that are always the wildest once they snap. And I wanted to be the reason he snapped. My name is Lucy. I’m twenty-one. And I don’t play games I can’t win. My first time? That was at seventeen. With a tutor I asked to ruin me. Since then, I’ve learned something important, if you can make a man lose control, he’s yours.

“I’m not saying I deserve it, I just find it curious that you can’t move past things that your sister and my brother have forgiven. After all, they were the targets, not you.” “All that means is that I hold a higher standard for my sister than she would for herself.” Dr Lucy argued, backing away until her shoulder blades collided with the door. She froze when she realized she was cornered, nervously licking her lips as Luca continued to prowl forward. “I have a different theory.” Luca shared, resting his hands on either side of Dr Lucy’s head. “Would you like to hear it?” Dr Lucy shook her head, not able to find her voice. ‘You like me.” Luca declared, enjoying the way her eyes dilated with

Lucy pouted "I am being serious. I have been running my pack since I was 15 years old. Taking care of my baby sister and being at war most years. I haven't had time for anything, really. One long-term relationship with our neighbouring packs doctor, a spoiled Alphas daughter and oh two human women who were one night and too much tequila." "But....for real? I just assumed...." "Have tons of women and she-wolves thrown themselves as the ruthless badass Alpha of death moon pack? Yes absolutely. So much so it made me tired of being around them. I spent most of my day training or tutoring Treena. She just graduated high school last spring. I didn't want her attending high school in case some riva

He crumpled the edge of the paper in his fist. Dr. Harrison reached the back row. He stopped at Lucy and Jonathan’s desk smiling… which was rare. "Excellent work, you two," he said, placing the paper in front of Lucy. "A perfect score. Your analysis was the highlight of the entire semester. You set the bar for the rest of the class." Lucy looked down. A bright red '100' was circled at the top of the page. Underneath it, the professor had written: Excellent, emotional, and flawless.

They all peek at the chart in anticipation. '' I should be given the highest marks '' shouts Hughes. '' Kevin do it and make Lucy fail ''. '' Sorry to remind you but no one is allowed to give me any orders got it ?'' Kevin explained with an angry look. He shifts his attention to the chart again. First, he looked over them and grades them by points. Olivia gets a two, Julia gets a three, Gray gets a two, Hughes gets a minus one. Lucy was given ten. '' Hey, what's going on? why does Lucy have the highest score here? I can't understand '' shouts Olivia. '' I can't understand it too '' shouts Julia following after her. '' Explain why you did this Kevin '' shouts Hughes.

“Alva… am I really that stupid?” “I actually argued with you and let you get humiliated over a guy like that.” I reached over and flicked her on the forehead. “You were pretty stupid.” “But figuring out who someone really is isn’t a total loss.” Lucy’s eyes turned a little red. “Alva, thank you. “If you hadn’t come today, he probably would’ve kept fooling me for a long time.” I smiled. “Alright, enough with the emotional stuff. “I read your thesis. The logic is better now, but the originality still isn’t strong enough.

"In academic research, character matters most. A student who would stoop to making a copy of her professor's apartment key to sleep her way to the top cannot be trusted to produce legitimate data." I laughed in disbelief, fury boiling over. Then, I pointed at Lucinda's name on the grade sheet and snapped. "What about her? She can't even write a basic chemical equation correctly, so how did she get a perfect score?" Ryder slammed his hand against the desk. His eyes were glacial. "Lucinda is pure-hearted. Her fundamentals may be weak, but she possesses an intuitive brilliance in academia that most people could never hope to match. Unlike you, whose mind is full of schemes. Get out."

She pleaded. I sighed heavily as I started off with the books I filched from the librarian, the reading of a fairytale Lycan rule and the information I’d gathered. I told her about the raid and the family journals that Constable Myra had. With each word Lucy’s eyes got wider and wider, her gaze darting more to the window to see her mate patiently waiting outside. “My Goddess…” she finally whispered, her hand playing with the bracelet on her wrist. “It all makes sense.” I was more puzzled than ever as she sat there, neither of us talking. After another minute or two, Lucy finally spoke. “Adam’s a Lycan.”

" I looked up at him in confusion. Those words were exactly what my mystery writer friend used to tease me with. Coming from Lucas's mouth now—was it coincidence? Or... Before I could think further, Lucy suddenly broke free from my mother and lunged at me, teeth bared. In the heat of the moment, Lucas yanked me back into his arms and kicked out at Lucy. Lucy stumbled backward and fell awkwardly to the ground. She screamed in frustration, "Nina! You slut! Why do you get to compete with me? "Why do they all want you instead of me!"

Lucy tried to comfort herself with a smile despite her lack of confidence. Seeing Lucy in this state, Koven both sympathized and admired Lucy for how hard she worked. Despite being married to someone as rich as Matthew, she was still diligently pursuing her dreams. It was a feat not everyone could achieve. “How about I submit it for you tomorrow afternoon?” Koven asked Lucy. Lucy nodded. She was about to respond when Lacee’s voice rang out. “Wow, you’re submitting it tomorrow? That’s amazing! Unlike me, my mind is still blank with zero inspiration,” Lacee said as she walked over, her hips swaying in a tight-fitting skirt. Her face was full of charm.