As It Seems By Lily Kershaw Novels & Stories

So Lily ended the call and turned to the old maid who had a skeptical look on her face. “You seem different,” the old maid observed. Lily breathed up and down and dared to say, “Yes, and that is because I am not Ashley. I am Lily Bashwood.”

Animals adapted without resistance. And Lily, Lily felt something loosen. Not because she had been proven wrong. Because she had not been needed. On the eighth morning after the fence posts were placed, she joined Kessa at the ridge to gather loose branches left from the last storm. The air was warm, carrying the early scent of summer. “You’re quieter,” Kessa observed. “I’m recalibrating,” Lily replied. “From what?” “From assuming every decision requires formal witnessing.” Kessa smiled faintly. “You like witnessing.”

Carlisle stood there, feeling a whirlwind of thoughts spiraling in his mind as Asher’s words barely registered. "That explains why she’s been avoiding you. She probably found out about your connection to me and doesn’t trust you." But Carlisle wasn’t really listening. His mind was stuck on something else, something that had been nagging at him ever since the fun fair. Kylian. The little boy with the bright blue eyes. Carlisle had brushed off the familiar feeling at first, thinking it was nothing more than a fleeting sense of déjà vu. But now, with everything Asher had just revealed, the pieces of the puzzle started to fall into place, and the picture they formed was troubling.

This should be interesting, Lily thought as she went into the bathroom to change her clothes. In the garden, Jessie charged at Lily, swinging a large knife at her, slicing through her arm. Lily gasped, clutching her arm and giving a glare to the woman before. “Get out of your head Lily. You’re a predator. Act like one,” Jessie scolded her. “In fact, you are the sum of the two greatest hunters this world has seen, and I am a simple human! I shouldn’t be able to touch you,” she continued. Lily felt frustrated they had been sparring for an hour and she hadn’t been able to so much as touch Jessie.

she asked. "Just some stuff for a personal project," I replied vaguely, grateful that she had interrupted my dangerous thoughts. At that moment, my eyes scanned past their eager faces to a solitary figure observing us from afar–the very person I was trying hard not to think of. Lily Everhart stood beneath the shade of a willow tree, holding a book, a subtle grimace etching her features. A twinge of satisfaction unfurled within me at the sight of her apparent disapproval.

If they wanted to know where Sherese had ended up, this despicable individual was their only shot. "Although Jen seems lively and takes the lead between the two, I still feel that Lily is somehow different," Hesper said. She could not quite explain why she had this impression. Lily had always been quite unassuming, hardly drawing attention to herself. Yet, Hesper could not shake the feeling that Lily resembled the daughter from the Turners, so she gave her more attention. "The situation isn't clear yet. These two don't appear to be lost. It's more like they left by themselves," Rickard said, prompting Hesper to snap out of her thoughts.

Lily mused, then she got up to go outside. "I don't care what you do, but don't touch Aurora." "Okay." Lily stood guard outside the door. As expected, Keisha is a scary woman. Lily made the right decision to find Keisha. She is the type of person who will go through all sorts of tricks to get what she wants. In the worst case scenario, if this incident was revealed, then Lily could completely blame Keisha. Keisha was in the room staring at Ciara.

Azriel queried. "It means let's change the topic Azriel…." Said Lily. Everyone nodded their heads in agreement. Azriel pulled out her lower lip and squinted while looking at Lily from the corners of her eyes. She'd more questions lined up, and she was just about to get started, but Lily being Lily, had crushed her plans. Azriel wasn't surprised, though, just a little annoyed, because Lily was known for that. - - - -- -- - - - -- - - -- - - - - - -- -- - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - --

Lily Russell’s POV I almost fainted when I heard the next line. “Your voice alone is already so beautiful, Miss Lily. You also look like someone who won’t back down. Maybe you’re also fun to kiss. Do you fight back when you’re being kissed?” A malicious laugh followed, and my heart beat wildly fast. “Miss Lily, don’t listen to him—ahh!” A voice screamed...Zaid, I couldn’t be mistaken, that was his voice!

it continued. “Yes.” “Central convergence relinquished.” “Yes.” “Why relinquish power?” The question struck deeper than expected. Lily looked down at her hands. Gold still there. Crimson still alive. But not gravitational. “Because power hoarded invites correction,” she said quietly. “And power shared invites growth.” Luke watched her carefully. This was not a queen speaking. Not a god. Just Lily. And that felt more dangerous than any throne. The fragment hovered in silence for several long seconds.