Alexandra Lillian Novels & Stories

A woman in a pale dress with diamonds at her ears, smiling the way people smiled when they wanted information. "Mrs. Blackmere," she said warmly. Elara turned. "Yes?" "I'm Lillian Hartwell," the woman introduced. "I sit on the museum's donor committee. We're very happy to have you here." "Thank you." Lillian's smile widened. "How are you finding the project so far?" "It's promising," Elara replied. "The space has good bones. It just needs refinement." Lillian nodded as if she liked the word. "And Rowan," she continued, still smiling, "he couldn't make it?"

Lucy said. She? “ She? Who is it Lucy?” Liam says as he tries to rack his brain. It can’t be Hailey, she wasn’t in Canada. So who? Apart from his mother and his sister, Hailey, he didn’t have much women in his life. “ It’s Emilia Peyton sir and she’s already here. Do I send her in now or later, although I doubt she’ll want to wait.” Lucy says. Liam is in shock for about ten seconds, reason being that he never imagined that Emilia would come to see him. It was still too early.

As she stood at the central sink, scrubbing her hands with antibacterial foam, her phone vibrated inside her scrub pocket. She pulled it out, her eyes narrowing as she saw the name on the screen. It was Victoria Sloan. Lillian didn't hesitate. She walked into the empty soiled-utility room, slammed the door shut, and pressed the phone to her ear. “Don't say a word, Victoria. Just listen to me.” “Lillian?” the lawyer said, sounding startled. “I was calling to confirm the probate filing—”

Leaving me alone. Seeing his back disappear in the dark. I sighed, stretching my aching arms and stiff shoulders. It's been such a long day but I don't let my emotions show up on my face, relieving my vulnerability to the world. I once made the mistake of doing that with Jayce and I'm still regretting it now. Anyways, time to check on Marlene. I made my way inside Brandon's house and then inside Marline's room only to find her curled up in her bed with a dinosaur Jane gifted her on one of her birthdays.

“Still in the Snowlands. Last I heard, he killed an alpha and married her wife. Ingrid, I think her name was.” “Alex, then.” “Probably. I’ll send someone to monitor the Grey Keep. He could make things difficult for us.” The thread of light that Liana gave Blake wraps around his soul and pulses inside him. He shifts on the stone, stretching one of his legs and arching his back slightly. Jack frowns. “What’s wrong with you?” “I can feel her.” Jack’s nostrils flare, then he chuckles. “Luckily for you, she’s not a half-wolf who’s just about to go through the transition ... oh, wait...”

Lol. Well, Gabriella decided to be different, which, of course, came at the right time. "In her words, she called Tyler a chronic liar who needs to be uprooted. She nagged that Mr. Tyler Harrington abused Matriarch Alessandra, formerly known as Mrs. Alda Morgan Harrington, in every way but not violently. It was said that Matriarch Alessandra was a slave in her own home. She had to do every chore in the house for the mother-in-law and the sisters-in-law, down to washing their pants. She scrubbed all the floors and made sure they were sparkling clean.

Just before the music stopped, the doors pulled open, and Lilian walked in, her stiletto hitting the glass floor so gracefully. All eyes turned in her direction, and her star aura filled the hall. Her red dress, which was split up to her mid-thigh, flowed behind her in a lazy train, and her beautiful face wore heavy make-up that made her stand out among the women in the hall. That was how famous she was as an actress wherever she stepped. I chuckled, ready to end it all. “Is it true, Mrs Ashley?" I swung my head to the side when Alex's best friend addressed me with his phone in his hand.

Well, they went in and I followed, trying to put some distance between us. I nearly went blind when we entered the mansion. In fact, I was lucky to still have my eyesight. The lighting of the hall was so bright, too bright for someone coming from a dark parking lot. No doubt, Mrs. Austin was behind this. Apart from the insanely bright lights, most of the females wore very shiny clothes and jewelry, making the ordeal worse.

Alexandra’s voice shook from the heart. Dr. Savannah stood up from her seat and gave her a handkerchief so she could wipe her held-back tears. “It’s alright to cry, dear.” Dr. Savannah cooed. Alexandra smiled cheerlessly. “People think Alexandra Winchester is the most fortunate woman. A young matriarch, a successful businesswoman, but what they don’t know is that it all came with a cost. What woman would want to slave 10 to 15 hours a day doing piles upon piles of work? I’m not happy with my life… it’s exhausting.”

After returning to her house, having a little chat with her sister-in-law, and seeing all her wedding supplies, their attitudes were contradictory, why did they change their mind? Charisa woke up from her bed, the girl sat on the soft mattress. Yuta had also sat beside Anna, the man had not taken off his socks. Charisa snorted a little, then she remembered, she was also lazy to take off her socks, right? "His name is Skandar Alexander Hemingway." Charisa started her story. "I ever heard of his name probably, however where was it?" Yuta said while he was remembering. Anna rolled her eyes, she told to Charisa for continuing her story.