Becoming Strangers Again Novel Lily And Ryan นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Look, I’m not a rogue. I’m not an enemy. Please stop treating me like I’m some kind of jerk or something. I want to just be friends with you guys. At least we can teach each other something.” “The only thing you can teach me is how fast you heal when your face is burnt off,” Lily said in rage as she came to stand before me. “Now if you’ll excuse me, my parents told me to never talk to strangers, especially those who kill people’s siblings.” “I didn’t do anything to your brother.” “Oh I know you didn’t,” she smiled. “But your rogue family did.” With that, she shrugged past me as I stood there watching them leave. I turned to see Mara join me with a worried expression as I smiled.

I shouldn’t want to. I’ve had so many new experiences, learned so much, changed and grown. Lily wouldn’t have had the balls to march in here thinking she might be attacked by a homicidal undead Ryan. Hell, Lily wouldn’t have had the balls to stay in Ben’s lap that first night and flirt, alcohol or no alcohol. She was in love with Ryan for years, and she never said a word. Lily walked out on her living best friend and never looked back. And I spent the first five years of being Marcie trying to figure out how to be Lily again. What a waste.

And then Ryan held Lily’s hand and took her away from the scene. “Why did you do that and where did you come from?” Lily asked as they walked further. Then she stopped. “I didn't ask you to save me did I? Harriet is my stepsister and no matter what, she cannot hurt me. Don't mind my business next time, Ryan. Just stay on your own.” Lily boomed. “I didn't expect you to say thank you to me. But trust me, I will do this again. Anyone that hurts you will get it from me.” He frowned. Lily raised her brows, wondering where she knew him from. Who and what gave him the confidence to do this?

After numerous failed attempts to get an audience with her, Lily couldn't help but feel like she'd been disposed of, consistently overlooked and abandoned by one she considered a close friend. Ryan finally got out of his seat, deciding he'd had enough of observing her agitation with a skeptical eye from a distance. He couldn't help but feel puzzled by Lily's uncharacteristic behavior. She'd become increasingly aggressive and agitated as the days went by. As he made his way closer, he looked at Maya and Jake, who were too engrossed in their training to care about their surroundings. Looked like this was for him to take care of. "What's bothering you, Lily?" He asked, smoothly slipping next to

The image of that man—the stranger who held her waist with such casual, infuriating ease—had burned through his composure until nothing remained but the raw, primitive hunger of a man who realized too late what he had discarded. He didn't knock. He didn't have to. The lock was an amateur’s joke, a flimsy barrier that surrendered to the pressure of his shoulder with a sharp, splintering protest. The apartment was a sanctuary of soft light and domesticity, a sharp contrast to the cold, sterile world of the Vallocchi penthouse. Lily was in the small kitchenette, a glass of wine in her hand, the soft hum of jazz playing from a small speaker. She froze, the glass halfway to her lips, her eyes wid

The clinical, corporate armor they both wore so effortlessly lay shattered on the floor between them. ​"Ryan," she whispered, her voice a breathless, vulnerable vibration against his skin. "What do we do now?" ​Before he could answer, the glass door didn't just open—it practically rattled off its hinges. ​"Vennessa, you need to see this right now, I don't care who is—" Lily burst into the room, her laptop held out like a shield. She froze mid-sentence, her eyes darting from Vennessa’s flushed face and smudged lipstick to Ryan’s rolled-up sleeves and completely unraveled posture. A sharp, stunned gasp left Lily's lips. "Oh. Oh. Wow. Okay. Page fourteen is dead. Got it."

There was no escaping the monster that calls himself her mate. This was the first time Lily had seen Alyssa this angry. She had always done a good job in masking her emotions but today, she couldn't hold it back anymore. "I'm so sorry for what I said." Lily apologized in a remorseful tine as she realized she had said something wrong. Alyssa opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by someone. "I can see you two gorgeous ladies are in need of company... mind if we join you?" A stranger asked. Lily and Alyssa looked up and saw about three men standing in front of them. They all had lustful looks on as they eyed them without shame.

She knew Ally had always been the type to want to fix things, but Lily wasn’t sure this was something that could be fixed. The doorbell rang, and Lily turned to see who had entered. To her surprise, it was Ryle. "Hey," he said, his voice low as he walked toward the counter, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket. Lily’s heart skipped a beat, but she kept her expression neutral. She wasn’t sure what to make of him anymore. He had been so different since that night when Atlas showed up, almost like he was a stranger in her life. "Hey," she replied, forcing a smile. "What are you doing here?"

His own birthday, Bella's birthday, the date they first met, the day he proposed, the day Isabella woke from her coma. He tried every date in his memory related to the two of them, but the safe wouldn't open. Only then did Ethan completely panic. Something felt different about Isabella now, as if she'd become unreachable, someone he could no longer understand. Ethan couldn't sit still anymore and simply called someone to force open the safe. When it opened, Ethan found it nearly empty except for one album. It was the album Isabella had used to save their photos together. The moment Ethan saw the album, he visibly relaxed.

Before Ethan could react, Marcel pulled him toward the entrance, where Lily and the stranger stood. As they approached, Lily's face lit up with a radiant smile. "Hi, Ethan," She said, her voice bubbling with warmth. But Ethan's attention was hijacked by the man standing beside her. Their eyes met, and for a fleeting moment, Ethan could swear he saw a flash of recognition, a hint of amusement. The man's gaze lingered, and Ethan felt his heart skip a beat as he realized the stranger remembered him — remembered their night together. Ethan's face went numb, his mind reeling with the impossible coincidence. The man's eyes seemed to bore into his soul, and Ethan's instincts screamed for him to loo