Lucy Stone From Big Time Rush Novels & Stories

"I demand to see Elara Rivers! She has no right to work in this territory after what she did to Damon!" I shifted uncomfortably. "Perhaps I should speak with her." "I don't think that's necessary," Lucian said, finally looking up. His blue eyes were calm, almost amused. "Let her exhaust herself." I blinked in surprise. "But the disruption—" "Is nothing new," he finished smoothly. "Isabella Stone creates a scene at least once a month." But this wasn't just any scene. This was about me. About my past with the Stone Pack and Damon Thorne.

Lucy smiled gently, opening the curtains to let the light spill in. “Lucy,” I said, brushing my hair at the dresser, “can I ask you something? And I want the truth.” She paused, then nodded slowly. “Yes, Ma’am.” I watched her closely her warm brown eyes, the gray streaks in her hair, her calm demeanor. “Tell me about Beatrice.” Her hand froze on the curtain. The color drained from her face. She looked as though she’d seen a ghost. “Don’t lie to me,” I said softly. “I already know who she is.”

Her voice was a low, seductive sound. Lucas tightened his jaw and sucked his teeth, muttering some curses underneath his breath as he slipped his shirt on. Suddenly, the door swung open again. “What's going on here?” Mrs. Stone snapped. Her gaze lingering on a naked Angela, the disgust on her face deepening. "I went out so you two can get dressed, not pick up from where you left." Then her eyes darted to Lucas. "Lucas, you're dating Valerie, aren't you?"

Darren rushed over to help her up, but as he did, he caught a glimpse of the moonstone, which Lucy was now hiding behind her clothes. "What's that you're hiding?" Darren asked, his tone suspicious. Lucy tried to play it cool, but her heart was racing. "Nothing, just some trinket I picked up," she said, trying to sound nonchalant. But Darren wasn't convinced. "Let me see it," he said, reaching out to grab Lucy's arm. Lucy tried to pull away, but Darren was too strong. He grabbed her tightly and turned her around, only to see the moonstone in her hand.

“VP Clark, Lucy—this is our jewelry designer for the show. This is Adela.” Adela offered a small, polite smile and nodded in greeting. Her eyes swept briefly over VP Clark—elegant and clearly competent—then settled on Lucy. Dark red lipstick, chestnut waves, and heavy makeup that didn’t fully cover the dry patches on her nose. So this was Lucy—the actress tangled in all those recent Layson Norman dating rumors.

I heard some whispers and followed me as I walked down the aisle. “Who is she?” “She is not even from here.” “She must be after his money.” “He deserves better.” “Is she pregnant?” “Lucien Stone married her?” I pretended not to hear them at all , but the words kept getting into me and then I saw him. Lucien. He was at the end of the aisle and was handsome as always, but his eyes were hard. He watched me walk toward him without a single smile. There was no softness or welcome. Just silence.

It had taken her close to nine years—Lucy had just turned twenty-seven earlier in June—to snag a role like this. “Ten more minutes and we’re going to start the next scene,” said Jim as he passed by Lucy. “Head over to wardrobe to get changed.” Lucy wolfed down her food in record time. Checking the time, she realized that she had five minutes to change before Jim would yell at her for being late. She hurried to the costumes trailer without looking where she was going. As she wrenched open the trailer door, she ran straight into a hard, muscular chest. “Whoa there,” said a deep male voice, large hands steadying Lucy.

Phin worked as a lawyer in Portland, while Lucy was chasing her dreams of becoming an actress in Los Angeles. Phin was the quiet brother who tended to avoid crowds, while Lucy was more like Ash, in that she lit up around people. She laughed and chatted with Abby and Megan Thornton, Lizzie’s sisters-in-law. Lucy was tall yet lithe, her hair a dark auburn. With her wide gray eyes and sharp cheekbones, she had been approached to do modeling jobs more than once, but she’d always turned them down because she wanted to be an actress and nothing else.

He started writhing again trying to escape Stone but Stone firmly held his grip on him. “If you quit fighting, it will be better for us all.” Within a few minutes of Lucas’ struggle with Stone, the front door was slammed open as Jane walks in narrowing her gaze on Stone. “You will let my friend go now,” she said in a tiny voice. Stone stared down at her and burst into laughter. “Who will stop me? You?” he asked scoffing at Jane. To him, he was only seeing a 17-year-old girl as he have already sized her up with his eyes.

she said. The girls scooched over to her. Lizzy touched their faces. “Look at you, you are both so pretty. I bet he’ll fall in love as soon as he lays eyes on you two. Now, remember, Roman Stone is the wealthiest man in Empire City. We need to make a good impression. A good impression, girls!” I lingered in the background, listening to them. The only question on my mind: Who the hell was Roman Stone and why were the girls obsessed with him?