Alexandra Lillian Novels & Stories

I watch the woman my brothers tell me I loved. The One. That’s what my journal tells me. Lillian Blackwood is my one. The problem is I can’t remember her. Not a single thing. All the descriptions I wrote about her don’t do her justice. Even while I watch her breakdown. While I watch my brother comforts her, over a dog named Benny. She’s still incredibly beautiful. “Are you willing to let that go?” Dylan asks as he watches the commotion in front of us.

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?"

For over 260 years, Aliya has lived with one purpose: revenge. After watching her parents and baby brother murdered by a rival vampire clan, she was forced to take her father’s place as leader. The loss hardened her into a ruthless, feared vampire who sees humans as nothing more than prey. But everything changes when she meets Eric, a mysterious young man who unexpectedly calls her beautiful and defends her from a group of bullies. For the first time in centuries, Aliya feels something other than anger. Obsessed with him, she enrolls at Central City High School, determined to make Eric fall in love with her, turn him into a vampire, and build the life she never had. However, Aliya soon

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

The entryway was cathedral-like: high ceilings, black-and-white floors, and a chandelier that glimmered like a thousand small knives. Her stepmother was waiting by the grand staircase — poised, perfect, in a dark green dress that looked deliberately understated. “Lillian,” she said smoothly, descending the stairs. “Right on time.” Her gaze flicked to Alex, appraising, then back to Lily with faint amusement. “You brought a bodyguard?” Lily stiffened. “He’s not—” “Of course he isn’t.” The woman smiled thinly. “Alexander Knight. I recognize you from the papers. Always so… composed.”

he was probably with his other family, while I was here, waiting for his return. "Vivian Atelo is a fashion designer, and is Canadian based. Their children are in high school now, and... Lyla, I'm so sorry about this." Ivy threw the papers away and drew me into a tight hug. I felt my lungs collapse and my throat tightening in tears. Why did it hurt so much? I squeezed my eyes shut to control the tears from falling. I wasn't supposed to care. I should have gotten over Michael by now, but why... Why did it feel like my heart was being ripped out of my chest?

Dreg (Channings real mate) POV Now Channing was telling me about how she first met my Beta Ari, when I thought of how I met Arabella Wilder, the woman who for centuries tried to ruin my life whenever we met during the resets. *FLASHBACK TO GREENWICH, ENGLAND 1533*

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

I quickly step out to see a woman whose voice sounded awfully familiar, arguing with Delilah, the only model acquaintance I got along with because she was just as bitchy and spoilt as me. “You think I am a loser with no friends. Okay, first of all you couldn’t be more wrong, I have a lot of friends, Elizabeth, Victoria, Danika…..umm...my mother, my grandmother who, fun fact, knitted this sweater for me.” The woman said proudly as she gave Delilah what she thought was a savage reply. Yep, that’s Emily. Delilah just shook her head as she tried to process Emily’s personality, “What’s going on?” I intervene before the fight gets out of hand.

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."