Lucy Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

*Flashback* "And what happened to the father bear, Mumma?" eight-year-old Lucy asked, her big blue eyes wide with curiosity. Her mother, Wilma, chuckled softly and tucked the unicorn blanket around Lucy’s small frame. “Sweetheart, we’ll finish the story tomorrow. It’s way past your bedtime.” She pressed a kiss to Lucy’s forehead, brushing back her curls with a familiar, gentle hand. That was the last time Lucy saw her mother alive. The next morning, she woke up to chaos. Loud voices, heavy footsteps, the air thick with panic.

"I think you three should stay here and get everything set up. I'll go tell Jessica." Lucy left her sisters and June and went straight to Jessica's room. She knocked and King Kanyon opened the door holding baby Kanyon. "Lucy! What a pleasant surprise. I haven't seen you since Annabella's funeral two days ago." "I know. I've been busy running some errands for the queen." "Oh? What kind of errands?" Kanyon inquired. "Women stuff, you know, things like what to rub on the lady bits to get it ready for the road again," Lucy told a half-truth.

Despite Kilein being a bastard, their father had named him an heir to the corporation alongside Kelvin, which fuelled the bad blood between them. “So, what now? You want to seduce him and use him against Kelvin?” Brie scoffed, not happy with my idea. “Well, that wasn’t what I had in mind, but that is a genius idea. Thank you, Brie.” She looked at me like I was crazy. Brie pulled me out of the club and to the side so we could talk without the loud music over us. “Are you crazy? You are pregnant, Lucy. You can’t become a dancer."

After a much-needed shower, Lucy stood in a tiny silk nightgown drying her hair while opening her laptop at her desk. She pulled out her family's ancestor book, as she was starting to fondly think of it. With some time to herself, maybe she could research more about the full-blooded nymph who met a human and started their bloodline. Carefully she turned the pages, feeling a sense of wonder at the information at her fingertips. She had read other ancestors' accounts of an ancestor named Iris Eudora. She had been blessed with a long life and had met many of her descendants during that time. It sounded strange how long Iris had lived, and Lucy hoped there were more accounts of her.

Lucy's eyes now turned to Ivy who was sitting next to her. "Huh? Ah, y-yes," said Ivy, the woman looked nervous. While Lucy seemed to smile triumphantly because she had succeeded in bringing Ivy together with Ed Shane directly in front of Lilyana, something she had expected while working Ivy for Ed Shane. "Then ... what next?" asked Lucy this time sound ambiguous. "How's it going, Lucy?" asked Lilyana with a smile. "When are you guys going to have another baby? Hihihi," said Lucy with an innocent laugh.

Slowly, they packed the unfilled grave. The old man held his hands to his back. Stared at the freshly dug soils. All these years, he lived behind the shadows of Nathalia. Hiding from the morbid influence of his kind. It's time to step out of the dark. To tell a story, Lucifer: Untold. *** WASHINGTON D.C. FBI HEADQUARTERS

That meant Lucy wasn’t just some rising designer. The same girl I once mocked for being poor and worthless now had the power to destroy everything my family built. Lucy Castleworth. My new obsession.

Lucy clutches the picture carefully as we head to the elevator. In the car, she chatters about kindergarten, about how Aunt Sel promised to teach her how to make pancakes with smiley faces, about how the dragon almost won but she saved the kingdom with her magic sword (a paper-towel roll). I listen and answer and try not to let my heart crack open too wide. When we reach the hospital floor, I slow my steps. Lucy’s hand is small and warm in mine. “Baby,” I say when we’re just outside David's door, and crouch so we’re eye to eye. “Before we go in, I need to tell you something important.”

Her hair loose, her eyes red, sitting on a bench Lucy knew too well, the garden behind Greg’s hotel. Her voice, broken but steady, carried through the speakers: *“Lucy isn’t who you think she is. She lied. She lied to me, to all of you. She married Austin DiMarco not for love, but for protection. A contract. That’s all it was. A bargain to buy her way into power.” Lucy’s knees buckled. The words hit harder than any bullet. Her sister. Her other half. Speaking Greg’s script as if it were her own.

At that moment, I was exhausted and utterly hopeless. I knew Lucy too well. Once she made up her mind, she never backed down. Ignoring the nurse's attempts to stop me, I pulled out the IV needle and staggered out toward the courthouse. I dragged myself in, dizzy and aching, only to see Lucy glowing with pride. She was talking happily about her successes from the "abandoned-cat effect". Her words were so cold they pierced straight through me. In that instant, I finally understood everything. I never figured out why Lucy kept marrying and divorcing me over and over again.