Mr Tumnus Lucy Novels & Stories

That blush radiated an irresistible charm, enough to make Ray's heart skip a beat, even with his broad experience. He smiled faintly. "I told you about being an ability user, didn't I? Turns out I'm a little… stronger than most." Lucy nodded eagerly. "Watching the replay on the monitors, seeing how you intimidated those thugs… both Lindsay and I couldn't believe it." Finally, with Lucy mentioning him, Lindsay stepped forward. "Hello, I'm Lindsay Barnes, Lucy's friend." Her voice was soft, syrupy, and undeniably sweet. 'Oh? Now you're trying to make a good impression on me? Too late, little missy.'

I shot back, keeping my tone steady, but boring holes into him with my eyes as he tried to mask the embarrassment. Lucy, though, didn't show a shred of remorse. She sauntered over to me, her gaze burning with dominance, like she ran the whole damn show. "Yeah, he called you back 'cause I told him to," she informed me. I avoided her eyes, my focus bouncing between Liam and Zane and back, my thoughts spinning at how he could possibly be getting his rocks off right there, with his dad at death's door. A chill ran through me as Lucy got closer, her mere vibe feeling like a direct insult. "I need you to grab some water from the creek nearby. It's for Zane's treatment," she stated, her voice thick

Lucy borrowed a phone and ordered her subordinate to bring Steven to the city hall to register the marriage. The subordinate hesitated. "Ms. Quinn, Mr. Zimmer's condition still isn't stable. I'm afraid he can't make it in person—" Lucy's voice turned icy. "He's the one who drove Zack away. This mess is his doing. As long as he's still breathing, drag him here if you have to. He's signing those papers!" By the time Lucy finished registering the marriage with a barely conscious Steven and somehow dealt with the reporters outside, she was completely drained.

"But… you have to let him have his fun, before he… comes back to me. A real woman." Lucy looked at her for a long moment. And then, something shifted in her eyes. She straightened, calm, her gaze sharp. "You know what?" Tamara's eyes narrowed as Lucy returned the intimidation, leaning in just slightly—just enough. "If you were truly as unforgettable as you think… you wouldn't be here, competing with a 'little girl.' You'd be with him." The dark-haired woman opened her mouth—but Lucy had already stood up. She smiled at the bartender and walked toward the other end of the club, leaving behind the scent of perfume and jealousy.

Arman’s POV My lawyer, Knox Ricci, said, "Arman, there's a call for you." As I looked across at him, my mind continued to race over who could have called me at this hour. Finally, I reached for his phone and demanded, "Who is this?" "Miss Lucy is in the hospital right now, Sir. She was poisoned!" “What?” I quickly grabbed my things and gave my lawyer his phone back. Knox asked, “What’s happening?”

“I know who you are, but I don’t think we’ve met before.” After searching her memory, Lucy was certain that she had never met a celebrity in real life before. She had only seen him on TV. “Really? You look a lot like someone I know.” Lucy joked and laughed. “Maybe. They say all pretty girls look alike.” Surprised by Lucy’s humor, Truman said, “I must have been mistaken. You’re different from her. The girl I know always looked sad, and she would never crack a joke like that.” Lucy had no interest in prying into others’ private lives, but Truman’s expression piqued her curiosity. She wondered what was the story behind it.

“Not now, of course, but when you’re ready.” He was still. His shoulders tensed, but he nodded eventually. Trent sipped quietly beside me as Lucy came down. Her curls were flat on one side and there was a bit of drool at the corner of her mouth. She looked adorable as she rubbed her eyes. “Food?” She asked. Trent nudged me. “You going to introduce me?” I rolled my eyes. “Trent, this is Duke and Lucy. Lucy, Duke, this is Trent, my advisor.”

Then Lucy's sweet voice came through clearly: "I'm not planning on dating or getting married for the next ten years. I want to focus on treating rare diseases. It's more meaningful to help those who are suffering." In the middle of that noise, Samuel suddenly stopped moving. He was leaning close, his chin on her shoulder, when he said in a low voice, "Lulu!" Tania froze, but she saw her phone light up from the corner of her eye. It was a text from Elias Russell, just one short line. [Samuel's got an ex-girlfriend named Lucy.] Samuel's phone, which he had left on purpose by the bed, showed a picture of Lucy. The lady in the picture had bright, happy eyes and looked a lot like Tania, even the

Cry, because she’d been stupid enough not to see through Hayden in the first place; dance, because maybe her fears about Carter had nothing to substantiate them. “What are you doing out here?” said a voice only yards away from her. Lucy’s breath caught in her throat as Carter approached her. The moon shone behind him, making him seem like some kind of mythical creature. “Who is that?” said Thea. “I’ll talk to you guys later. Thanks for the help.” Lucy hung up right as Thea was protesting, and she knew she’d hear an earful tomorrow from her sister. Lucy got up, closing the distance between her and Carter. “What are you doing here?” she whispered.

she said, her tone cautious. Lucy bent down, gripping the side of the wooden bowl. The stench made her stomach churn but forced herself to focus. With a grunt, she lifted the bowl, balancing its weight against her upper chest and shoulders. It was heavier than she had expected but she gritted her teeth and started toward the stable door. The bright sunlight outside momentarily blinded her as she stepped into the open. The guards were still patrolling, their armor gleaming in the sunlight. Lucy avoided their gazes, her heart pounding as she made her way towards the disposal pit at the far end of the yard.