The Loud House Lucy Eyes Novels & Stories

"No!" Hidalgo fucked her vigorously, ranting his anger and frustration on her while she wriggled under his large body her screams flew past his ears. Gabrielle felt her eyelids getting heavier, her limbs falling as she was being molested. "No..." She whimpers, her blue eyes slowly closing until she blacks out! ♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️♣️ >>> THE ROBERTSON MANSION <<< Lucy was just stepping out of her room, her face looks gloomy and her eyes red. She appears awkward right now, and one would think she's a ghost.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

Sarah was waiting for her at the door (as I called her here beforehand) and they both left, the pack doctor was in an inner room and I had no idea where the nurses were so that left just me and Rosé in the room I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand ‘sorry I put you through this’ I whispered ‘Aidan?’ she said then began turning left and right on the bed ‘Rosie? Can you hear me?’ She shook again as if fighting against something then she calmed down and then opened her eyes but her eyes weren’t the normal brown colored eyes I knew, they were yellow

I just learnt how to get a hold of my powers, and the witch hunters were going to be here soon. The woman screamed again. The labour was proving difficult. I could hear the baby straining. It was a girl. I had to think fast, so I did the only thing I could do. “Sameli”. I whispered into the air and everyone fell asleep. I walked slowly to the pregnant woman. She was asleep too. I woke her up. It was dangerous for the Baby. She opened her eyes slowly, and they were the prettiest blue eyes I had ever seen. I saw worry etched on her face. Her veins popping out and going in. Pain. She was in pain.

Lucy stared at him for a second. Then she said, matter-of-factly, "You have the same eyes as me." Silence fell. I heard Aiden take a slow, deep breath. "I noticed that too," he said, his voice still slightly unsteady. Lucy considered this very seriously. She studied his eyes, then his hands, before reaching a conclusion. "Mine are darker in the middle and lighter around the edges." "Mine too," he said. That was apparently sufficient. She accepted the information and immediately moved on.

John asked, wanting to be sure it was not just his imagination. "Not really," Lucy said at first before she took another look. "Two eyes, one nose, one mouth… If you really want to say they look alike, then I guess they do..." She trailed off, suddenly sitting up straight. They…really did they look alike? "Who is he?" she asked without thinking. John stayed silent and stared at her as if to say, "Why are you asking me?" "Give me two minutes!" Lucy said. She wanted to know more, and instantly split the screen in two. One side kept playing the security camera footage while she started the search on the other side.

Andrew's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he swallowed hard. His thumb came up, catching a tear at the corner of my eye with unbearable gentleness. "Took you long enough," he rasped, voice rough with emotion. "Fine!" Becca shrieked, her face contorting. With a sudden, hysterical laugh, she brandished her phone like a weapon. "You think you've won? Audrey—look familiar?" My blood turned to ice. The screen showed Lucy—tiny wrists bound with rope, her terrified face streaked with tears—in what looked like an abandoned warehouse.

A familiar, high-pitched shriek tore through the afternoon air, cutting through the low hum of the engine. I saw her before I pulled to a stop. Lucy was standing on the front portico, her designer handbag swinging dangerously close to my sister Elena’s face. Two of our private security detail stood like stone statues between them, their expressions strained. Chloe was a few feet back, her arms crossed, her face a mask of pure, vibrating fury. "You are heartless, disgusting people!" Lucy’s voice cracked with a rehearsed desperation. "She is my daughter! You have no legal right to barricade this house! What kind of monsters keep a mother from her child?"

Isobel Lucy's face softened as she quickly reverted to her sweet form, attempting to mask her earlier aggression. A forced smile played on her lips as she tried to calm herself, stealing an awkward glance at Ryle. However, Ryle remained unimpressed, his reaction swift and violent as he threw her hands off him. The rest of the Blondies froze and stared in shock at the sudden appearance of Ryle Vanderberg. My heart raced as I watched everything happen. Ryle's eyes transformed into a fiery, golden yellow, emitting a low growl as he locked his intense gaze onto Lucy.

she replied with a shrug, pulling her phone out of her pocket. I knew Lucy well enough to know that there was more to it than she was letting on, but I didn’t question her further. Regardless of what Liam had just said about me, Lucy was gorgeous. She has long, dark-blonde hair that flows past her waist and bright blue eyes. She complains that her nose is too small, but I think it’s perfect. He could’ve just as easily have been talking about her being the prettiest girl in the mall. “Em said she wishes she would’ve come with us. Her dad is trying to help her make a note block in Minecraft, and apparently he picked some annoying Christmas song she can’t stand.” Lucy laughed and set her phone