Alexandra Lillian 소설 & 이야기

Author's POV. Lillian lifted her head from the sink and looked, really looked at Mrs McQueen. She could not understand how a loving gentleman like Alexander had been born by such a bitter mother. "What? Why are you staring at me like that?" Mrs McQueen snarled, hands perched on her waist. "I don't know if you know this but Alexander really loves you. He respects you too as his mother but I don't think you love or respect anyone but yourself. You are trying to ruin his happiness with your own hands," Lillian said.

A silent tear slips my eyes and I swallow in my cries, my vision blurred, all I see is the pain, all I inhale is the harsh niff of tobacco, yet all I can do is sit here in a disoriented manner like I've just broken a spine and distract my painful thoughts with the sound of the ticking clock on the wall. I sense his presence first, then I see the shadow-like figure of his boots, and then I feel his gaze rest on me. It is an itchy feeling, one of great discomfort, but I try not to pay attention to the racing of my heart, zoning deeply into the slow and steady rhythm of the clocks music. His voice comes out softly, groggily rough but soft with his manner of approach. "Your name girl, your name

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.

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?

She simply didn't like how Lillian was throwing herself at Wilson after we lost our baby. Lillian shook but quickly masked her fear by tilting her chin up defiantly. “I… I was invited,” she stammered, her voice shaking just a little. Madam Eleanor let out a cold empty laugh, her gaze scrutinizing her head to toe in disgust as she demanded, “Invited? By who? Certainly not me, and clearly not Hilda. So tell me. Who the hell let you in here?” Lillian’s eyes darted to Wilson and then back to Eleanor, “I only came because I wanted to support Wilson,” she answered with feigned confidence. “He’s still my friend after all.”

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.