Rachel Zegler Lucy Gray Novels & Stories

“You don’t have to be like this with me. You can talk to me about anything. You know that right?” With a sigh, she slumped in her chair. “I do, but… this is still difficult. I have something I need to ask you, and you might not like it.” “Ask,” I said, encouraging her. She inhaled deeply, then exhaled. This seemed to rally her, because she leaned forward towards me, her elbows on her knees, her hands clasped together. “I spoke with Grayson today, and he and Richard have a new theory. Or, well, a possible… treatment, I guess, that might help me reconnect with Lucy.”

"Lucy!" The youth in workwear beside the girl scrambled to his feet to stop her. "Don't get involved in this! You know what The Ghosters are like! They're cold-blooded murderers!" Lucy adjusted her glasses, her pretty face impassive but her eyes flashing in rage. "Zac, your own sister was defiled and killed by Ghost himself just days ago. Don't you want revenge?" "Well…" Zac scratched his head, cringing cowardly. "It's already been days now…"

What if there were others? "She got to you," Rachel said, reading Lucy's expression as they drove away. "That's what she wanted." "She said Grace wasn't the only one. That there are others." "Of course she said that. It's her final manipulation. Don't give it power by believing it." But Lucy couldn't shake the fear. Back home, she looked at everyone differently. William's business partner who'd been so helpful. The new nanny they'd hired to help with the twins. Even Rachel herself, who'd been there from the beginning.

So I have to be on time for the meeting. —Okay, go, I love you, take care of yourself. "I love you too, see you," Luciana said before hanging up and immediately leaving for the company. She had arrived a few minutes before the meeting, and when she was in the hallway that went to the meeting room she heard crying, which was He was surprised, he followed the sound and found a small girl, beautiful, with black hair and waves, her eyes were brown and she had a beautiful mole near her nose on the left side of her face that was under her secretary's desk.

She tilted her head at me, almost… smiling. “Interesting,” she murmured. I narrowed my eyes, but before I could speak, Erik raised a hand. “This meeting is over.” Grayson scowled, but didn’t argue. Wolves began shifting, stepping back, murmuring among themselves. Some of them still looked at me with doubt. But some didn’t. I exhaled slowly, tension easing from my shoulders. “Rachael.” I turned. The woman in the cloak was watching me again. “You’ll see soon enough,” she said. “What you really are.” A chill crawled up my spine. She turned and disappeared into the crowd. I stood there, her words echoing in my mind.

As soon as Jessie walked in, a girl putting on makeup at her desk asked in a cheerful tone. Jessie looked over. She had the kind of look that made people feel instantly at ease. "I'm Jessie," she replied. "I'm Rachel Graham," another girl with short hair said. She looked cool. A petite girl who was cleaning up her bed said, "I'm Shirley Smith." "Nice names all around," Lucy said. "I grew up overseas. My grades from elementary through high school were absolutely terrible. You guys better not look down on me." Jessie chuckled. She went to the only empty bed, set her suitcase on the floor, and opened it.

“Zach!” Zach immediately carried her and lifted her over his head. Rachel giggled. She was usually quite lonely, so she loved to spend time with us adults. After I dropped her off, Zach passed me a folder. “It’s about Lucy.” He was extremely quick in his investigation. I took the folder and only found a few pages inside. Lucy was not originally from West City. Instead, she came from East City. It turned out that she had taken her mother’s last name. Her mother was a lounge singer, and there were a few old photos of her in the folder. She looked incredibly beautiful when she was younger. Lucy resembled her mother, but she was not as charming.

I did, and for a second, we met each other's eyes, but soon turned away, before logic and common sense eroded our mutual yearning. “What do you want to see?” I asked Gray, stripping my clothes off as seductively as I could. “You, Lily, all of you.” He said. “Uhm.” I wanted to correct him, tell him I was Jessica, but I could see that his heart, all of his in fact, was still stuck on Lily. “Please go faster.” He prodded. Gray had started beating his meat. I took out a few of the larger sized ones, and lubricated myself with something Monica got for me two months ago on my birthday.