Lucy Thorne Novels & Stories

the guard grabbed Lucille and all her protests came out as muffles. I honestly didn't feel any pity for her. She got what was coming for her. I tried to advise her, but she thought of herself as the wisest. Let her taste the feeling of betrayal and see it wasn’t enjoyable when the tables turned. She'll have to deal with her regrets before she was killed. Thorne turned to me. "You have a lot of questions. I can see it in your eyes"

Those are the clothes what she brought for Gatlin, she will wash it time to time so that it will remain fresh and whenever Gatlin come to her can wear it without any issue. Ford saw Lucy’s busy figure, she is still thin didn’t look a woman in her forties but like in her late thirties, even her washing posture is elegant pleasant to eye. Her figure is still concave and convex not like other women’s who will start swelling like Mrs. Madison or another woman he had.

She was shame to show her face at him after the scandal she made five years ago. At the age of thirty-two, Lucy is mature enough to make decisions on her own. She was thinking about where to go and stay. She thought she found a new friend but sadly he evaporates into thin air. She didn't know why he didn't care to visit him. Her face was all over the news so how can he forget her. She was certain that he looks like Kent. Was it a coincidence that he resembled him because what she knew about Kent is he was the only son and heir of Mr. Alexander Stone. It's impossible that he had a brother.

"Do you really want me to say that how you introduced Old Man Tang to the loan sharks and how you easily turned them towards me to sell me and force me into prostitution?" Lucy was angry.. She was really very angry when she found out about it! This bitch was not only planning to sell her own husband’s daughter to some old and vulgar man but also to her as well! She had brewed a perfect plan but when Lucy came to know about it she was really angry! She was even unknown by the fact that she had been sending men to meet Cherry until last month and since then she had been waiting for this day to come and with the help of Aunt Li, she had been keeping an eye on her and at all her activities!

“Your future, perhaps. One you’ve decided to rewrite without consulting your family.” “Because it’s my life.” Her voice dropped, quiet but lethal. “Nothing about a Thorne’s life is ever truly theirs.” The silence stretched. The ticking of the clock grew louder. Eva finally spoke. “You think Lucian made a mistake choosing me.” Lady Eleanor smiled thinly. “I think he made a choice. And choices, my dear, have consequences.” “Then perhaps it’s time the Thorne name learned to live with consequences,” Eva said softly. Something flickered in the old woman’s eyes — irritation, maybe even respect. But she didn’t show it.

Principal Thorne looked me over again, almost as if his wheels were turning. “You sure are a looker though,” he said, wiggling his brows at me. My entire face turned hot as I stared at him in disbelief. Was he making a pass at me? “Perhaps we can forget about this whole thing if you make it worth my while. I have a few minutes before my next meeting.” He winked at me, making bile rise in my throat. “A girl like her is only good for one thing; spreading her legs,” Lucy chuckled; she stared at me like I was nothing more than a bug she had just stepped on.

His eyes are switching between grey and blue. I'm feeling too sick to deal with this. "Janice do something" She nods and waves a hand over the lycan. He falls to the ground sleeping. "What happened?" Dante asks us. "Thorne has convinced the witch queen to turn on us. He can also haze her highness" Arlo is helping me to a sofa on the other side of the office. "Pfft Thorne. For such a ... a villain, his name is quite funny" Arlo says to me.

“Please, Lucy. You have to.” She looked terrified. “Please!” Something in my voice must have reached her. She dropped to her knees beside me and pressed her hand to my forehead. “You’re burning up.” “They’re coming,” I whispered, every word laced with pain. “The babies are coming, and we don’t have time.” “Okay,” Lucy said, her voice trembling. “Okay. I can do this. I can do this.” Thorne ran off and came back with an old cloth. Lucy helped me lie down on it. She told me how to breathe, held my hand through each awful wave of pain. I screamed. I cried. I clenched my jaw and pushed.

Later that evening, Lucy was at the grocery store after closing from work when she accidentally bumped into Victoria and her friend. “Hey! Watch where you’re going!” Victoria yelled. “I’m sorry,” Lucy said calmly and turned to leave. Victoria grabbed her arm roughly, yanking her back. “You… dirty piece of shit. We meet again.” Her friend raised an eyebrow. “You know her?” “Yes,” Victoria sneered. “This is the little slut dragging Ethan with me.”