Bill Cipher Lullaby Novels & Stories

He bit my earlobe and that elicited a yelp from me. Fuck he was good. His fingers fell on the buttons of my top and I placed my fingers on his to stop him. "Let me," I said looking at him. He nodded, and I gently and seductively undid the buttons of my top to reveal one of my favorite sexy black brassieres. I was grateful I wore this one by the way.

He tried to explain, "Liliane, I'm your father—" Unfortunately, the arrival of the ambulance interrupted him. Realizing that arguing with her father on such an important day wasn't ideal, Liliane softened her tone and said, "Dad, if you're feeling unwell, go to the hospital." As Billy heard the beeping sound on the other end of the line, a sense of loneliness filled his heart. He was soon rushed to the emergency room due to an overdose of medication, leaving him with no time to dwell on his sorrow. Meanwhile, the phone call from Billy didn't dampen Liliane's mood as a bride. After hanging up, she noticed the envelope on the side and opened it. Inside was an overseas bank card with a note tha

(DOLL’S LULLABY) “LA, LA, LA, LA, LA, LA, LA.” She started to sing, humming her favorite lullaby that always marks with the tone of eeriness and dread. Somewhat fulfilling the ambiance of the quiet night under the shade of the bright full moon from outside the chamber of the Crown Princess. Winona stares at its beautiful glow as her mind wonders, pin along and over and over again to the words that made her wish for a thing.

God. And began singing. Fair. Not a real song. Reasonable honestly. Not anything from television. Not anything taught by adults. God. Just a Lily song. Fair. Tiny made-up words. Random melody. Reasonable. Completely imperfect. God. Completely beautiful. Fair. The nursery became quiet except for her voice. Reasonable. Soft. Gentle. God. And somehow... the baby stopped crying. Fair. Not immediately. Reasonable. Slowly. God. The cries grew softer.

My cheeks flamed at his words, but I still couldn’t understand him. He frowned, did a double take. “Logan didn’t send you?” I shook my head, and he raked a hand through his hair. “Who the hell are you then?” He asked again. I swallowed, staring at the patterns on the floor. I felt cloth brush my arm, and I raised my eyes to see he’d taken off his shirt and was now offering it. Gratefully, I shrugged in. “I just wanted to tell you I have your baby.”

Jake The shrill vibration of my phone drags me out of sleep like a hook tearing me up from the bottom of the ocean. My eyes snap open. For a moment I don’t know where I am, or why the room is still dark, or why my heart is racing like I have been running in my dreams. Then I feel it, the weight in my arms. Ethan’s baby album. It’s still clutched against my chest, the spine pressed into my ribs, as if I held onto it even in sleep. I blink hard, my vision swimming between the light from the phone screen and the memories printed behind my eyes.

Billy replied. “Bummer.”

My ears drooped slightly, disappointed she’d ended the sweet serenade. “Oh, God,” Lilac whispered, covering her mouth, mortified. “I—I didn’t realize I was singing out loud. I’m sorry.” Makayla smiled gently, her voice warm and reassuring. “Don’t stop. You have a beautiful voice.” Lilac glanced shyly down, a hesitant smile returning. “I just...really love this song.” “Me too,” Makayla murmured warmly, shifting closer beneath the blanket. “It’s called ‘Moonlight Glow.’ The lead singer, Landon Bryant, is my mom’s cousin. I grew up hearing it.”

Aurora’s face filled the screen. Missing. Billy’s lips curved slowly. “Gone?” he murmured, tilting his head. The news anchor continued talking about the reward, about the search, about the mysterious disappearance. Billy leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Oh no, princess,” he whispered, voice almost affectionate. “You can’t be gone.” His smile faded into something darker. “You’re mine.” He stood up slowly, eyes never leaving the screen. “You will be mine.” He picked up his phone and dialed a number.