The Loud House Lucy Eyes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I said. Lucy's baby blue eyes regarded me with contempt. She casually flicked her long, perfectly styled, blonde hair over her shoulder and took a seat. I gaped at her. Talk about rudeness! And in my own home too! What was with her? What was with everyone's weird attitude today?

"She's still a Princess, and you have to respect her even if you hate her, because you serve her now!" She made a disgusted sound. "Not like the bitch can hear me anyways," Gods help me. "I wouldn't say that, Emilia," I spoke, before opening my eyes. "If none of you want me to... Do what I do... I suggest that you don't look me in the eye!" Then opened them, trying to get used to the light of the room. The doctor came closer. "Don't worry, kid, I came prepared. I'm using dark glasses. Now look at me, let me see your eyes," he held my chin and I looked up.

The front door clicked open, and Lucy stepped inside the house. Her limbs felt heavy from the emotional weight of the last twenty-four hours. She kept her hand on the doorknob for a long moment, drawing a steady breath. She closed her eyes, trying to hold onto the warmth of Jonathan. For a few brief hours, she had felt like a real person again. "Lucy! Oh, thank goodness you are home!" her mother’s voice called out from the dining room. Before Lucy could even take off her coat, her mother hurried into the hallway. Her face was flushed with excitement, and she was tightly clutching a pair of metal kitchen scissors.

"Well, basically I'm your third eye but you know what I mean.” I sighed, as talking to Lucy didn't seem to help or ease up the anxiety building up inside of me. “Just be careful, okay?" Lucy cautioned. "I don't know why they are all acting weird but obviously something is up—” My locker slammed against the next locker, revealing who was behind it. A pissed off Jessica glared at me in my eyes. She also took our Dad's eyes but hers was brighter, it made more sense that she was his daughter to be honest.

Please say no. Lucy didn’t say anything for such a long moment that Carter tilted her head up so he could look into her eyes. “Do you want to end it, little spitfire? Because you’re going to have to say the words.” Lucy gazed up at him, her eyes wide and such a pretty shade of green that if Carter wrote poetry, he’d pen a sonnet to them. Good thing he was a ballplayer, then. He wasn’t about to do something as asinine as write an ode to a woman’s eyes.

It was at least the size of a saucer. She slay a bat and spilled the blood on her body, Lucy shook but still didn't wake up. Her wheezy, cackling voice rose higher and higher as she neared the end of her incantation. A row of teeth, blackened and broken into stubs, like old tombstones, lay below her cruel and jagged eyebrows. They hinted at her cruelty as they arced up and over her dead-fish eyes like sickles. Those eyes suddenly shimmered with the spite of a thousand years as she turned fully towards Travis and pinned him with her gaze.

Lucy takes after me except that she has her father’s brown eyes while her hair is shining silver. Lucy is a very bright and special child, at the age of 3, she has begun to use magic although we haven’t seen any trace of a werewolf in her, but she has been exhibiting traits of being a witch. “Why are you in the middle of the pack house?” I heard Joan ask coming up to me, I smiled at her as Liam stood at the doorstep with Rick and Asher conversing about something. “Its Lucy again!!” I replied giving her a smile “and how is my prince charming doing?” I asked begging to his level.

"Start talking!" Like clockwork, Lucy 's laughter echoed through the walls of the space. I watched her laugh until her eyes began to water and all I could do was stare in apprehension, at what level of madness she'd attained. When Lucy looked up at me, her eyes were livid and the insanity laced them. She continued the chuckle with her hand over her mouth and I just couldn't take it. I pushed her shoulders and she staggered backwards. "What did you do?" I pushed her again. "What did you do to my daughter, you bitch!"

Waiting did. Then the door finally opened, and Lucy walked in, flanked by two uniforms, wrists cuffed, face pale but still sharp around the edges. Her eyes found mine instantly. For half a second, something flickered in her eyes: panic, regret, rage. Yes, that’s exactly what I wanted to see. Then the mask slid back into place. I laughed a slow, ugly sound that filled the room. “So,” I drawled, tilting my head, “they finally brought you. Took them long enough.”

It was decorated by the Redcliff packmates, and it was nicely done; it was modern and made the area seem brighter and comfortable. I went to the front door and opened it to find Lucy standing in front of me. Lucy was gorgeous with straight blonde hair with pink streaks and Emerald green eyes, equipped with long and dark lashes. The second she saw me, her smile lit up her face, and she pulled me into a tight hug. “Hey, girl!” She cooed. “Sampson wants you at the packhouse this morning. Something about a rogue threat he wants you to investigate.” She waved her hand dismissively as if it were no big deal.