Alexandra Lillian Novels & Stories

He was blessed with wealth that was acknowledge in and out of the kingdom and now the joining of his family with the royal family. The merry mansion seemed to be very busy at moment. Her siblings, her extended family, her maids, her bultler, absolutely everyone was busy, this was another opportunity for her to escape but she had this hint that the person who caught her last time would be keeping an eye on her. Alexa had a long silky brown hair she was 5 feet 5 inches with about 40c breast size she could be said to be quite busty. Alexa had a nice bright skin.

Lillian pursed her lips and said, "What does it matter? After all, Hunter wouldn't blame me anyway. Lena brought it upon herself, serves her right!" "Lillian! Enough, stop always saying such things, Hunter wouldn't like it." Lillian stuck out her tongue and deliberately walked up to Lena, stomping hard on the documents she was about to pick up, leaving a clear shoe print. Hayden began shouting, "Lillian Reid!" Lillian quickly ran away and even "hummed" a sound. Her behavior was completely that of a spoiled young lady. Hayden picked up the document, brushed off the dust on top of it, but the footprint was still very obvious. He looked at Lena.

"Years ago. To another girl. This same nude issue." I felt my stomach twist. "Who?" She hesitated. Then, "Her name was Lillian Prescott." That name. It sounded vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place it. Elara swallowed. "She wasn’t rich. She was on a scholarship. Just like most people in Ravencrest. And one night, they picked her. Told her it was just a game. Just fun." Her voice cracked. "But it wasn’t. It never was." A lump formed in my throat. "What happened?"

a scent made me frown as I stood from my chair, glaring at the door before it opened, making me fight back a low growl, reminding myself that I was in the presence of humans who were not aware that I was a wolf. “Now, now, Lia, I really can’t blame him for what is going on, can I?” Killian said, walking inside, not bothering to knock or even wait for permission to enter. His eyes met mine, and nodding at the manager, he kept his eyes on me. I glared at the man, watching as he closed my office’s door as if he owned the place. “I have to say, I was impressed by the designs that you made. This one in particular, the one made for Lady Briana Antoinette, was the most attractive of them all; eithe

I said. "Why?" Maxwell asked. I wasn't expecting him to ask. I was expecting Clay to ask that question. I guess the whole warming thing had softened him. "That bitch is too much work. She is rude, arrogant and impossible to deal with. I can't deal with her shit. She also has a sense of entitlement. She didn't even say thank you for the stuff I got her. She is a grade-A bitch." I complained, and Clay began to laugh. "She is a Valkin Alpha's child, Lucian. What did you expect?" Maxwell said.

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

She looked at Jamira. “This is my daughter Layla, right?” Jamira looked seriously, and said yes. Lucifer got up from his seat, and walked to the woman. “Lilith, she’s been in the human world all this time. She probably doesn't know that she can breathe or not breathe and be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand right above her breast. He kissed her with a passion I had no clue could exist.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

My mare, a sleek silver-gray horse named Lira, waited beside him, already saddled and bridled. Before mounting, Alexandro turned to me again, his expression more serious than before. "This won’t be easy, Serena," he said quietly. "You will see things that will haunt you. Blood. Death. War is not glorious. It’s ugly. It’s cruel." He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face. "But you are not weak," he said. "You are not fragile. You are stronger than you know. You wouldn’t be standing here if you weren’t."

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.