Novel & Cerita Snow And Lucy Gray Fanfiction

She narrowed her eyes and deliberately smiled at Snow, "I heard that you were very virtuous and good at cooking when you were with Vicdor Blake. I really want to have a taste of your cooking..." Lecy Sherry had thought that Snow would satirize her own wishful thinking. However, Snow nodded her head and said, "Okay, I'll cook chicken soup for you now. But you have to endure the hunger." Lecy Sherry was a little surprised at her concession. With doubts in her eyes, she looked at Snow and asked worriedly, "Snow, are you planning something bad?" "Are you afraid?" Seeing the expression on Lecy Sherry's face, Snow sneered, "if you are really afraid, don't make things difficult for me on purpose!"

It was Lucy, her face pale and translucent like a ghost's, holding a bundle wrapped in Caleb's favorite blue blanket. "He's not yours anymore, Sarah," she whispered, her voice echoing as if from the bottom of a well. "I've taken what's you're just as you've taken what's mine... We're even now." She stepped backward into an abyss, and as she fell, she let out a jagged, piercing laugh that shattered the sky. I bolted upright in bed, my chest heaving, a cold sweat drenching my silk sheets. The room was bathed in the gray, uncertain light of 5:30 AM. My heart was a frantic drum, the phantom echo of Lucy’s laugh still ringing in my ears.

It was, after all, within her. “There is another way,” Lucy appeared before her. Lucy’s face was deathly white, her irises blanched in death, her lips blue. She offered Aislen a bloodied knitting needle. “It hurts like nothing else, but give it a good shove, and you won’t be pregnant anymore.” Aislen danced back from the puddle of blood that formed around Lucy’s feet, dripping down her legs and staining her socks. “They don’t care what happens to us,” Lucy told her, her skin turning black and her body crumbling into dust before Aislen’s eyes, until nothing remained but a sticky pool of blood reflecting her own face back at her.

A warm, shaking hand crept into mine, and I turned to behold on my shoulder Emma, her green eyes full of unshed tears. "So, a lovely conclusion to our foul narrative," she whispered with a faint, exhausted smile. I breathed out a laugh, but one lacking humor. "Beautiful? I don't know," I whispered. "But at least it's an end." A warm, steadying arm looped above me, and I saw a faint, warm smile in his eyes, and heard, "An end, and a new beginning." Lucian said. I wanted to believe it. I did, I swear I did.

My wolf rumbled, itching to dismantle her, but I held steady. Lucy's face twisted, her eyes ignited, and she spun away, her footsteps clacking sharply as she headed for the exit. At the threshold, she lashed out her talons and gouged the timber, the screech resounding like a vow. She shoved through and vanished, leaving a heavy pall of strain in her trail.

Lucy opened her own laptop, her hands shaking so much she could barely type. They worked in that suffocating quiet for over an hour. The only sounds were the clicking of keys on their laptops. Every time their hands came close to each other while reaching for a shared textbook, Jonathan would pull back instantly. Lucy realized then that she couldn't go back. She looked at the man across from her and knew that the quiet, obedient girl who followed Adrian’s orders had died in the storm. Even if Jonathan never kissed her again, the memory of it had changed the way she saw herself. She didn't want to be a trophy. She didn't want to be a solution to a debt.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember you both. But I'd love to hear some stories about our time together." The two of them exchanged amused glances before settling into chairs opposite me. Alexa began, her eyes sparkling with mischief, "Oh, where do we start? Remember that time during the winter festival when you challenged Lucian to a snowball fight?" I shook my head, a hint of embarrassment tugging at my lips. "I don't remember that at all. What happened?" Lily chimed in, her laughter infectious. "You pelted him with snowballs, and he ended up chasing you through the snow-covered forest. It was the most entertaining thing we'd ever seen."

And I feel even crazier when I keep thinking about all the things that will happen right in front of my eyes from now on. And mate? I know that it all probably sounds pretty crazy right now. Or even beyond. But it's the truth. In fact, Lucia Hazel Gray, or Luciana Edith, is actually my mate. Mate of Elijah Gray, the Lycan King. It's a crazy fact, if I say so now. But I never told Lucia that. I was afraid that she wouldn't believe me at all. Considering how big and deep Lucia's grudge was, I didn't want to be an obstacle to Lucia accomplishing what she wanted.

“It's just a bad dream, Dylan. Relax. Lucy has no chance to get close to us. You know she and her wolf are getting weaker, even when she's with Ravi.” “Unless she finally loses her mind and sells her soul and wolf to Fenrys—” “Dylan!” I quickly cut him off at the mention of Nuu-Chah's evil twin sister, the Goddess of the underworld. “I wonder what can I do to make you forget about Fern's dream?” Playing with his hair, I attempted to get his mind off Lucy. As if taking my hind, Dylan bore his drowsy eyes at my chest and then he gulped. “Just one round?”

and Ethan. "Lucas and Ethan, Lucas and Ethan," Snow teased in a sing-song voice. “Maybe you should be thinking less about them and more about how nice it is to eat something.” “Oh hush, Snow,” I shot back, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. But she wasn’t wrong. No matter how hard I tried, my thoughts kept bouncing between the two of them. The way Lucas had looked at me earlier... it sent shivers down my spine. And Ethan—there was still so much unresolved there.