Novel & Cerita Lucy Steel

“So you were looking out for him, too, huh?’ Lucy said, smiling wickedly at me when I turned back to her. “I… don’t know why he’s always coming back.” “Who cares?!” she whispered, giggling. “He’s exciting and he makes our nights livelier here. Go! I’ll serve Mr. Hotness without pay if he asks me to—job or no job!” I couldn’t help but smile at the lecherous grin on the older woman’s face. Lucy is sweet and always out to play cupid on anybody she cares about. “Okay. If Mr. Langdon thinks it’s okay, I’ll do it. I’ll just finish this one.”

Stella and I stepped back into the shadows by the staircase as Silvo popped his head out. “Lucy. What are you doing here?” he asked, his voice harsh. “I’m sorry to disturb your dinner, Beta Silvo,” Lucy said. “I am here to visit the Luna. She is not feeling well.” She held up her bag. “I brought her some dried honeysuckle tea.”

The rumors had exploded like wildfire, and I had no idea who lit the match. "Lucy is infertile." "She used Derek to try and stay relevant now that Alpha Ellison’s losing interest." "Bet she doesn’t even have a wolf—how did she get this far anyway?" I tried to hold my head high, to walk past the servants and nobles and guests with my chin up, my steps confident. But every whisper felt like a blade. And then came the worst part. Pictures.

Adrian had kept his promise. At least for now. Lucy closed the browser and placed her phone on the bed. Sitting in the guest room and staring at the walls would accomplish nothing. Feeling sorry for herself wouldn't save her father or help her understand what had happened to her family's company. She needed answers. Walking to the closet, she selected a black blazer, a crisp white shirt, and dark trousers. After changing, she pulled her hair into a neat bun and studied herself in the mirror. A few minutes later, she walked down the grand staircase and headed outside. The warm afternoon air greeted her as she crossed the driveway toward the security team stationed near the garage.

Lucy pampered Stella face to her chest, not minding if her daughter's tears ruin her outfit as she was dressed in deep red long matured gown that made her looked pretty for her age. Stella spoked — But mom, I love Mike mom. I really do love him. Mrs. Lucy sighed, and she said — I know you love Mike, but Mike is a prostitute, and he can never love you as he loves many women out there. Come, let's go in, and where's your box of clothes?. Stella sobbed, and she replied — Is in the car. Mrs. Lucy stared back to Mrs. Cindy that stood in her green gown and staring to Mrs. Cindy,

And Lucy is not a fool who doesn't understand the signs. He exhaled in one long puff. Did not think that Stev's next target was the little girl. Bella was no match for Stev. According to Lucy, she was too good for Stev to play with. Lucy wants to protect Bella. He did not want the girl to become more entangled in their harsh life. Holy maidens are not suitable if they have to jump into their dark world. However, Lucy knew. If Stev would have been going to keep trying to make the girl fall even further into his arms, fall into his world of horror. And after that he would dump Bella like any of Stev's women.

“Wolfless.” I dipped the brush into the bucket and kept scrubbing. “Faster, freak,” a voice snapped from behind. I didn’t need to turn. I knew it was Lucy the daughter of the beta, born with a silver spoon and a silver tongue sharp enough to cut through steel. Her scent always hit first: lavender and power. Her voice followed close behind, laced with disdain. I said nothing. I didn’t stop scrubbing. She didn’t like that. A hard kick sent the bucket flying, water spilling across the floor and soaking the hem of my skirt. I flinched, just slightly, just enough for her to know she’d gotten to me.

I’ve heard of families thrusting their daughters under a female's nose before but I’ve never heard of anyone being this aggressive before. “Lucy, you need to put some clothes on.” I growl as I gently place my glass onto my desk next to the radio I’ve taken from Octavia’s van. Lucy doesn’t bend to get her cloak like I expect; she takes a step towards me, making her hips pop, she might as well be waving a banner that declares her a breeder.

She broke into violent coughing, and tears streamed down her pale face. "Come on, Lucy. We're getting you out of here," Elaine said. Lucy nodded weakly and staggered along with us toward the door. Her movements were painfully slow, and only then did I notice that there was a steel needle driven through her leg. She was only 18, yet she was suffering something so horrific. Something inside me died a little. Elaine asked Lucy what had happened. Lucy's lips trembled as she spoke in broken fragments, struggling to get the words out, but she ultimately told the truth.

When we got home, Lucius helped Lucy into the master bedroom because she was carsick and nauseated. While he busied himself in the kitchen preparing a meal she could stomach, I retreated to the guest room and unzipped my suitcase. I packed the rest of my things, including every document I needed. Just as I was about to leave, Lucy appeared in my doorway. She was holding a dark glass bottle, casually rubbing essential oils onto her arms while looking down her nose at me. "Diana, are you actually leaving this time, or is this just another cry for attention? Like all the other times? It's pathetic, really. I'm almost due, and you're still hoping for Lucius to go through with that marking ceremo