Lucy Shimmers Book Novels & Stories

George snorted, "A fortune-teller said Emma's existence cursed Lucas, causing his leukemia. He and Lily have been struggling for years, making him weak. Don't ruin a good day with bad talk. I'm kind enough not to kick her out. She's got food and shelter, isn't that plenty?" His words chilled my heart. My legs buckled, and I collapsed backward. Emma suddenly let out a piercing scream and coughed up blood. "Mom, it hurts!"

Irritated, I pushed the door open with a chill in my movement, and the laughter cut off like a snapped string. A nagging discomfort lingered in my heart even after I got my revenge. Rebecca kept up her devoted care for me and my daughter, but I could no longer look her in the eye. I acted as if I had forgotten, ignoring the sorrow that clouded her gaze. Rebecca's life revolved around home and her love for swimming. I found her background as a pearl diver embarrassing. After a few harsh words from me, her eyes brimmed with tears, and she never swam again.

"She sounds like she was wonderful." "She was." He nodded. "She was." I started visiting the bookstore every day. It became my routine. My escape. The one place where I didn't have to think about the past. But the past found me anyway. One afternoon, I picked up a book. Old. Worn. A romance novel. I opened it. A note fell out. "For Lucy. The girl who loves stories more than people. —M" I stared at the note. My hands were shaking.

Luke looks proud while Mathius sits there in shock “I am not sure what I missed but it looks interesting.” Chuck comments. “Emery swore and called Luke a rotten arse licker.” Sapphire says with a gasp. She is still trying to stop laughing which is hard. Emery looks overly proud of herself. Chuck doubles over in laughter. Mathius points a finger at Luke telling him he is corrupting his woman. If that had been Sapphire that said that it wouldn’t be shocking, but for Emery to say that is a whole new level of shock and hilarity. I saw Riley roll his eyes when Sapphire repeated what Emery said. I run my hands along her sides which causes her to shiver and wiggle around in my lap.

The people, the noise, the lights around me faded until they were nothing more than hum in the back of my mind, and for a moment, the past became the present, and the present no longer existed. Gone were the drunk partiers, the garish lights, and anything even remotely modern. I heard hoofbeats on cobblestones, and voices murmuring something I couldn’t quite make out. Indistinct figures moved along the sidewalk, and I thought I heard the tapping of a cane on stone. A full moon hung low in the sky, and that along with the scattered lampposts, like the one I was holding onto, provided the only illumination. I glanced up to glass enclosed top of the post, watching the flames flicker and –

They knew it, and they responded. By the time she reached the circle, her fingers were glowing faintly with the faint shimmer of her magic, reactive to her rising ire. Every whisper, every glance from Elara and Patricia sliced through her composure. Every flick of Gloria’s boot tapped against the floor like a reminder that Malick wasn’t hers to command—and Sierra’s shadow twitched, hungry, eager, almost impatient to lash out.

I couldn’t wait to feel her energy entirely, maybe then I could run, maybe then I would be safe. “Okay, that’s it, you’re perfect and I’m a genius” Cami squealed in delight as she turned my chair around to face the mirror behind me. I think I stopped breathing for a minute as I looked at Camis handiwork, my deep red hair was curled in flawless waves fell to my midsection with half of it pinned back so you could see eyes. My green eyes which normally were murky and sullen looked bright and alive with a Smokey grey eye shadow, my cheeks were stained a perfect shade of rose gold.

I could not see a title—only strange patterns that twisted and shook as if they knew I was looking. Then— The letters changed. They rearranged themselves, curling into words I could suddenly read. "The Truth You Refuse to See." A sharp chill raked down my spine. “Don’t touch it,” Lucian warned. But it was too late. My fingers had already closed around the book’s surface. And the world— Vanished. Lucian’s POV One moment, we were standing in the chamber. The next— We were somewhere else. The ground beneath me felt unstable, shifting like mist yet solid under my boots. The air was different—colder, sharper, laced with something metallic.

But I ordered him to be calm for a moment. “Elara? Why are you still here? I saw the lights…on” She asked in shock, but as soon as she stepped into the glowing section. She froze. She widened her eyes as she took in the shimmering books and the tall, impossibly handsome man standing beside me. “Oh my goodness!…who is that?” Sophie whispered, staring at Lucian. Lucian’s midnight-blue eyes flashed with shock. “Elara, what have you done? No one else should be able to see this place.”

“What?” Lucy had somehow made it down to her knees and was holding the incriminating book in both hands, staring at the cover in confusion. When she heard no response, she looked up. Great. Just great. Mattie thought. How has she managed to hire what had to be the only nineteen year old in northern California who would never heard of the Kama Sutra, and the only eighty year olds, who apparently had? She struggled to her feet, Then reached for the book with one hand and pulling Lucy to her feet with the other. “ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“