Make You Believe By Lucy Hale Novels & Stories

I hear it in the shift of tone. “You think he belongs to you?” A long pause. Then Lucy says the one thing that rips through me like lightning. “He belongs to the woman you tried to break.” My breath leaves my body. Everything inside the room stills. Lucien’s voice drops. Dangerously low. “You think she can handle that truth?” Lucy doesn’t hesitate. “She handled losing him, you made her believe whatever you place in front of her.” Silence. Thick. Deadly. Lucien exhales slowly.

But just before he stepped out, he turned again. "You're really okay?" I parted my lips. Suddenly, a thin thread of hope rose inside me. "If I weren't okay… would you stay with me?" He paused—only for a heartbeat—then smiled. "Cammy, don't be ridiculous. Rita's still waiting for me at the hospital. Go to bed early. I'm leaving." The door closed. And I finally broke. I cried for choosing the wrong man. I cried for how foolish I was—still holding out hope for someone who had already shown me the ending.

I sob out. “Lucy, you have to have faith. Those mates of yours quite literally bled for you. They love you more than their own lives. I know you were hurt by their actions but trust me when I say that they would give you the world.” Gabi said lifting my chin so that I was looking her in the eyes. “Lucy, you don’t have to give them all your trust right now. But at least give them a chance to talk. Tell you how much they care and love you. Just give them 5 minutes. Can you do that for me?”

Philip's voice was calm, even indifferent, as he spoke from the side. I looked at the three of them—standing there like a perfect family—and gave a slight nod. That was the moment the last flicker of hope inside me died. I turned around and walked out. Behind me, Roberta tried to follow, but Tyler blocked her path. "Don't chase after her. She's an evil witch." At his words, I could swear I heard the sound of my heart breaking.

The cacophonous atmosphere of the cemetery fell silent after I yelled that to Gabriel's face. Gabriel turned to look at the burial plot in a daze. However, he quickly composed himself and even sneered at me. "You have taken your lies to a new low. I've only left home for two days, and you're using our daughter's alleged death to scare me? "Do you take me for a fool, Rhea? Robert was still talking to Anna last night, yet you're telling me Anna's already dead? Can you please use some logic before coming up with your lies?

I tried to assure them…and, most importantly, myself. The three looked at me with narrowed eyes, totally not believing in me. I just smiled at them. Now, I believe it. Now I believe that the most said and used lie is I’m fine. I was wondering why people have to say that they’re alright when they’re obviously not. But it all makes sense to me now. It’s hard to open up. It’s hard to admit the feelings built up inside, especially when it’s the most unexplainable feeling. “Let’s go,” I told them and walked out of the restroom first.

It's enough to make kings and vagabonds Believe the very best It's enough to make kings and vagabonds Believe the very best🎶 ---

When I'm eight, my younger sister, Rachel Gaffney, unplugs the battery powering my artificial heart so she can charge her phone. By the time Mom and Dad find me, my skin has turned blue, and I'm barely breathing. The doctors save my life, but I'm left with serious health problems that never go away. After that, Rachel might as well be invisible to Mom and Dad. They stop smiling at her and barely speak to her. All their time and attention go to me instead. Dad takes a job overseas just to pay for the monthly maintenance on my artificial heart, while Mom quits her job to stay by my side around the clock. She even fasts one day a week, praying that I'll be given more time. I may never be he

~*JUNE*~ You know that song ‘I’m Good’ by Bebe Rexha? Yeah… that’s exactly how my life’s been feeling lately. The past week had been good—better than I expected. I got my first paycheck yesterday. Seeing that amount in my account still feels unreal. When the direct deposit notification came in, I stared at the number for a solid ten minutes, refreshing the page over and over to make sure it was real. It was more money than I had ever seen in my account at once and far more than I ever expected to be paid.

"Are you believing what she's saying? These are all fabricated lies." "Lies? No wonder I was asking you what she did and you refuse to tell me." "wait... Jennifer, are you believing her words?" I asked. All these while, lucy busy crying and shedding fake tears. I felt like strangling her to death. "Why won't I believe her. She's a good girl and innocent doll. She cannot lie. So this is what you are doing at my back." "Lucy? What the hell is wrong with you?" I turned to her then to Jennifer and said "Don't listen to this bull shit."