Lucy Ashley の小説・ストーリー

Vivienne said to Asher. "Are you sympathizing with her?" He narrowed his eyes slightly. "No." She wasn't a saint, and it was impossible for her to feel sympathy for Lucy after what she had done to her. But now she just felt that enough was enough. "Not enough. For me, it's far from enough." Asher pulled forcefully, dragging Lucy in front of the still stunned Ricky. He kicked Ricky's chest, causing him to fall backward. Ricky fell to the ground and before he could even get up, Asher stepped heavily on his chest.

Alex whispered. "What are these people? Are they witches or something? Are they going to feed on our souls?" Ashley cringed at her own questions. "They're not going to hurt us" Assured Henry. The lady bowed slightly before them and said, "Welcome my lady. Priestess Luciana is waiting inside, come with me". And then she turned but before she could take the next step, Ashley grabbed her hand. "You're Miss Jane right?" Ashley questioned. She smiled and touched Ashley's hand with hers.

Ashley's annoying but somehow cheery voice filled my ear "Good morning to you too Ashley, how nice of you to wake up with such annoying attitude" I retorted "being a little nice wouldn't kill you" She smile slyly at me "Trust me Cardin, this is me being nice" with that cunning smile she turned her attention to Lucy "how are you this morning Lucy..." Lucy raised her head with the intention of replying her question but Ashley stopped her with her dramatic display "oh my gosh... You look like shit... Guess you aren't so perfect are you?"

“Please do.” I stopped just a few feet away, looking her dead in the eye. “I’m Lucy,” I said, voice steady. “The one you tried to destroy. The one you mocked. The one you thought you could erase.” Ash didn’t flinch, but her eyes tightened slightly. “News flash,” I continued. “I’m still standing. You might have taken my title, my home, and the man I once loved—but you didn’t take me.” Ash rolled her eyes. “Oh, sweetie. You were never a threat. Just a discarded mate with no purpose and no heirs. A forgotten Luna. A Luna who couldn't produce an heir. A Luna who took a Beta as a mate.”

The other guard said miscalculating the atmosphere as he thought that he was happy and that was why he gave them the leave to all his maid, servants and butlers! “Is that so!” Lucy said with a bright smile and entered the house as she gulped down a can of juice as she wanted to keep herself hydrated! She walked limping in a light mood, thinking what she had to say to Ryan Song! She knew that he was a person who was really hard to deal with! She reached in front of the house and tried to look into it but she couldn’t tell what was going on and in the end, she entered the password and the moment she entered, she was greeted with the darkness!

For no matter what the enemy could do, as long as they were not deserving, the elixir would never exist in front of them. HER BLOOD was pumping deep inside her as she pushed a slightly ajar door. The door swung and crashed against the wall, earning her a few terrified looks. "M—Miss Lily!" A group of statled nuns rushed to her, although were stopped by the eldest of them. "Miss Lily Alston," she greeted, wearing an amicable smile despite the creases on her brows. "May we help you with your troubles?" Lily Alston breathed heavily and frantically looked around. Seeing none of the familiar small figure she needed to see, she quickly pushed past the nuns and entered the convent's backyard.

I chuckle "little one,I don't go around claiming people I go around the world just to claim you, besides I wasn't asking if you want to be mine .. " I hold her chin up and look into her blue eyes and whisper in her ears"you are already mine" . She shivers and steps back and asked“who are you" "Asher Sanchez I replied but ,you can call me anything you want little one" She slightly gasps and wispers "Alpha of the lycans?, But how? I thought they don't exist " she looks up and says "I don't know what is going on but you can't be my mate ,I don't even have a wolf yet this has to be some kind of misunderstanding "

He put a call through Scarlett, it rang but no response, he called again and got an answer immediately. ' This is a month already in the house, and I haven't gotten any good news, ' Mr Anonymous said calmly. ' I was also about to call, the Lucy girl is making things really difficult for me ' Scarlett replied.right ' And who could that be ? ' he asked. ' Richard new found love , he does whatever she says '. ' Switch to plan b, I will take care of her ' he replied hanging up. THE NEXT MORNING. Lucy opened her eyes, she looked around but could not see Richard or little Richard around . She walked to the bathroom, brushed her teeth and washed her face . She came out, heading out to look for Rich

“I want you to think of me many years from now and I want you to have only good memories of me. Of course, the pain, and the tears are important, they are part of what shapes us. I want all the good memories we have made together to overshadow all the pain we have shared, you understand?” Ashley nodded and wiped her eyes, “I wish I had met you earlier”, she admitted, “In such a short time you have been an important part of my life, one I wouldn’t trade for anything...” The old lady smiled, “You are just like my daughter...” Ashley smiled sadly, knowing her daughter who was her only child was dead. “That’s okay", she continued, “We only have a short time...” “Do you love to see me cry?”, Ashl

“You know, you could at least try to act excited. You’re marrying a billionaire, after all.” Lucy shot her a look. “Isabel, you were supposed to marry him.” “Yeah, well, I wasn’t going to marry a cripple,” Isabel said with a dismissive wave. “But good luck with that.” Lucy’s hands tightened into fists, but she didn’t respond. She wouldn’t give Isabel the satisfaction of seeing her angry. Instead, she headed upstairs to her room, needing a moment to breathe. As she sat down on her bed, She was really going to marry William Ashcroft. The cold, calculating man who had barely looked at her during their conversation. The man who had been hurt so deeply that he no longer believed in love.