Lucy Thorne Novels & Stories

There's no weapon on Lucy, none that I can see, but i still casually rake my hand through my hair and take one of my hairpins out as I ask cautiously, "What do you mean?" Lucy’s been working here for the past week as Jack's nanny and no one has complained about her, but her being in my room today is strange. Lucy is twisting her fingers together, her behaviour radiating hesitation as she responds, "I studied herbs growing up, Luna. Even though I'm an orphan, I grew up with old shewolves that know the ways of the forests and they taught me a lot. I noticed something with your pills earlier. I smelt something."

Sure, no one recognized me because of how haggard I looked, but I couldn't take a chance. I had to make sure Tracy remained dead, and killing Lucy Towers was so simple... As simple as batting off a fly. Lucy has always been a pitiful little omega. She’s simple, an orphan like barren Destiny, and she barely talks to anyone because of how shy she is. "Please, please let me go. Please! No!" The day I dragged her into the woods and slit her throat behind a gathering of trees, she didn't even scream loudly enough for anyone to notice.

Waaah! "Thanks Lucy, you're the best!" I thanked her. Lucy Fillia, 26 years old, she's an only child but since her family is poor, her sick Mother can't afford to work so she's working for them. Despite that, she wasn't able to finish college but since I've known her before after I saved her accidentally, I asked Brother that she'd be my maid and she agreed to it as well. Our salary wages are higher compared to others since the Valler family is extremely wealthy.

Lucy wept for days as she thought of no one to rely on. The only one to console her was Katherine. Katherine was a close friend of her Father. They met at the Royal residence since she was a handmaid but would always come to see Lucy and bring gifts sent by Mason since Lucy had to live amongst the pack, away from her Father. Katherine was thrice the age of Lucy but her face was as young as Lucy, making it obvious that she was her age mate

She ordered some food directly so that Lucy could relax, otherwise, she probably wouldn't have said a word tonight. Lucy sat there quietly and ate her food carefully in small bites. She bowed her head as low as possible as she did. Seeing her timid appearance, Sophia couldn't help but roll her eyes at her. Lucy is Clarissa's younger sister. She was the kind of illegitimate daughter that everyone dislikes. Her mother was a dancer when she met Clarissa's father, Mr. Fletcher by chance. Seeing that Fletcher has some family property, she decided to have a child for him.

That year, Darius Berry had not yet returned to Zutriystein, and Lucy remained the charming and capable lawyer she was known to be. In the Dudley and Lockwood families, only Jamie had managed to develop a romantic relationship, though it was far from smooth. The dinner was held in the most luxurious private room of the club. Lorian and Lucy sat on opposite sides of the table. He held his wine glass and observed the competent lawyer before him. Lucy was endowed with striking beauty and a brilliant mind, thanks to Harrison and her mom, Veronica Wells. Lucy made a significant name for herself in the legal field. In both the legal and entertainment circles, she was a figure of admiration, who ha

Painting the whole wrong picture about Thompson. “That's very vague, Mom.” He siad. “I know honey. But it's for your own good.” Lucy said. She stood up, picked up her from the table. And walked towards the door. Anthony stood looking at her for a bit, then followed her. He wasn't convinced about what she just said. Because he knows there's something she wasn't saying. Lucy opened the door, hand still on the knob. “Remember what I just told you.” She said, poking out her index finger on his chest.

Thea smiled so brightly that Emily could only laugh at the supposed threat. Upstairs, Emily met Phin and Thea’s youngest sister, Lucy, who was a gorgeous blond with an irrepressible energy and a sweet laugh. She also met Lizzie Younger, née Thornton, who was Trent Younger’s wife. A toddler sat on the floor in front of her, playing with toy horses, and based on the size of Lizzie’s belly, a second child would be along soon. Emily couldn’t help but envy how much Lizzie glowed with her pregnancy.

Lucy. Ashbourne Heights, Springfield, Massachusetts. Tuesday, 24th March. Next day. Late Evening. Crying hurts. Gosh, it hurts so much. It's like my lungs want to explode. And each time, I'm begging them, just hold on a little longer. Just breathe.

Lucy tilted her head. "Don't what?" "You know what." "I have no idea what you're talking about." She smiled. Small. Cold. "I'm just offering to help." Vivienne looked between us. Her expression didn't change. But I saw the calculation behind her eyes. "Lucy’s well-traveled," she said. "She knows the Hawthornes personally. She can speak to the foundation’s work. And she presents well." "I'm not doing this." "Yes. You are."