Who Is Lydia's Mom In Beetlejuice Novels & Stories

Of course Felix was up to no good—he hadn’t touched it either. They bantered and messed around until the mood eased. Lydia finally waved an airy goodbye. “Okay, I’m out—gotta go. My dad wants me bright and early at the office tomorrow or he’ll freeze my card.” “Wait—party queen bails early?” Felix teased. Lydia pouted but forced herself to leave. She lingered a beat looking at Julian; he only exchanged a quick glance with her and then jumped back into chat with Felix. She walked out. Julian shoved his drink away, chin toward Felix. “Swap it. Give me something normal.”

I said out loud, knowing that what I said was utter denial. Lydia glanced at me with a pained expression on her face. We wouldn’t be able to get more information because Dr. Roberts was busy. The only person who could give us a proper answer was Mama. Lydia’s phone started ringing. She took one look at it and cursed under her breath. Usually, she didn’t curse, especially when the kids were around so doing it told me all I needed to know about how frustrated she was. Every thought of asking her about Jack and the situation surrounding him vanished from my mind. I placed a calming hand on her shoulder and simply said, “Everything is going to be okay.” I repeated this a couple of times more bef

she smiled, "He inspires us a lot." "Dylan tries. I doubt he'll still keep his cool towards him after this incident." "What about you?" Louisa asked. "What about me?" Lydia reflected. "How...how was your past like?" Lydia smiled a little, "It's almost a blur. The most I can remember is that Joan saved me from the hands of the orphanage. It used to be just my mum and me before she died. She was one of those who gave everything when they loved someone and had nothing when they left." She heavily exhaled. "Can't remember much since I was just a kid back then. I apologize, I overheard your conversation with him," she looked up at the starless dark sky, "Somehow, just like you, I'm mad he didn't

She had debated heatedly with Clara before visiting her dad, standing firmly on the fact that her dad would grant her anything she wished, even if it was Killian. Lydia took some steps backwards, and stared straight into Jared's eyes, making him confused and shocked. “How did my mother die?” Lydia asked, causing Jared's mouth to open wide. “Haven't I told you before? She died while giving birth to you. She made a huge sacrifice just so you could come to this life.” Jared snarled, before taking in a deep breath. He placed his hands on Lydia's shoulders and stared into her eyes. “I am sorry that I shouted at you, Lydia. But that's the truth.”

The twenty years old Lydia Violet was peeking for her mother, Viviane Violet, from the window of her room on the second floor. Viviane went out together with the rest of the fighters to the Black River to aid her daughter in law, Brianna, just in case she needed her help. Lydia frowned to see her mother's glimpse slowly disappear, she hated it when her mother acted secretive to her. ‘Why did she leave me alone?’ Lydia pouted, ‘Everyone is gone, including Zack, Brianna, and most of the warriors… but why she didn't tell me anything!’

My voice sounded eerily calm even to my own ears when I asked, "Explain what? Are you going to tell me that that child isn't your daughter?" Tears streamed down Lydia's face as she grabbed my hand. "I made a mistake, Jasper. I've learned my lesson… It was Simon! He's the one who tricked me! I drank so much that night… I had no idea what happened. But he threatened me when I wanted to get an abortion after I found out I was pregnant." "What about after the child was born?" I asked. "I had no choice but to stay!" Lydia screamed shrilly, her voice pitching. "At the end of the day, she's still mine! She's my flesh and blood! What else could I do when you weren't willing to have a child with me?"

She stepped up and slapped Lydia—hard. "You still talking nonsense? Everyone here knows George is mine—Peggy Roche. Who do you think you are? Came to snag a rich man, huh? And you dragged your daughter along? What, planning to pin a kid on my husband? Shameless." Lydia had never been hit in her life. Her face flushed, fury snapping tight. I pulled Lydia behind me. "What gives you the right to hit her? I'm Johnny Howe's wife. George is his dad, and she's his mom. So who are you?"

It was only now, as her eyes scanned the older woman’s face, the tightly drawn lips, the regal bone structure, the air of superiority, that she realized exactly who she was looking at. Leonard Shaw’s mother. Which meant… Lydia’s eyes flicked to the younger woman. The fiancée. Elara’s daughter had just been pushed by the woman Leonard intended to marry. And neither of them had any idea. Lydia took a single step forward, voice deceptively calm. “Do you know what happens when someone hurts a child and doesn’t apologize?” The fiancée arched an eyebrow. “Oh? Enlighten me.” “They discover what hell really looks like. On Earth.”

“And the moment he died last year, you all changed. You, your mother, even Lydia.” Lydia strutted down the stairs, twirling a strand of jet-black hair around her finger, gum popping in her mouth. “You’re just jealous,” she sneered. “Henry finally has someone who looks like a woman and not a patient from a nursing home.” Monica gave a tearful little gasp, tucking a piece of that too-blonde hair behind her ear. “Maybe I should leave… I don’t want to come between you and your wife, Henry. Maybe… maybe I’ll just go…”

I muttered, the question more mine. "Second place," Vanessa murmured. My head snapped towards her. "And is that the reason you were sleeping with your second place's husband?" Her eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets as she stood there, thunderstruck. "Y-youu," she stammered. "How dare you?" I rolled my eyes. "Mother, can you see how Lydia is taking to me!" She complained. "Lydia!" My mother called, and I turned around to look at her. I watched my mother's face grow firm with disapproval before she spoke.