Novel & Cerita Criminal Minds Lila

“How could you deceive Damian like that? He’s your uncle — for God’s sake! Are you that senseless? That foolish?” Lyla flinched but didn’t look away. “You fell in love with your own uncle. Then you lied that he raped you. Then you lied again that you were pregnant?” Aria’s voice trembled. “How many crimes will it take before you finally feel shame?” Lyla yanked herself free and screamed, “NO! I don’t have any shame, Aria!” The confession hit the air like a slap. “You took Damian away from me!” Lyla’s eyes gleamed, wild with obsession. “You married him before I could even tell him how I felt. But now… I got him back. It doesn’t matter how, I did it anyway!”

"I know I might sound a bit selfish right now, but you have worked too hard to risk it over this scandal." "But Lila, you and I, know that Natalia is innocent. We know who is behind this..." I countered. "Yes, we know but the situation is a mess because your girl clearly knew about this! Did you see her expression when the officer mentioned the charges against her?" Lila's words were not even up for debate. It was clear that Natalia knew about the mining situation. She knew about the crime... But somehow, she had let it go. Why? "If you ask me," Lila breathed. "I think we should have been at the top of this situation. We should have gotten all of the credit in saving those children. Because

The whispers disappeared and Elias's eyes narrowed. I could hear my own heartbeat. My mother looked at me in shock. Clara's face had gone pale. I looked directly at Elias. The man I had once died for. Then I took a slow breath. "I reject the bond." Everyone looked at me in shock, but my eyes remained focused on Elias. His eyes were wide and his lips were slightly parted. He looked frozen in place. I remain unfazed. “I, Lila Armstrong, reject you, Elias Carter, future Alpha King of Silvermoon Kingdom as my mate and other half. From now on, you are nothing to me…”

They shook their heads with pity when she refused to eat, refused to sleep. But it wasn’t madness. No, Lila knew what she saw. She remembered the blood. The cold. The voice. The smile. Aria. She had looked into her sister’s dead eyes and seen something darker than death. Something waiting. Watching. Hunting. And now, she was trapped here. No wolf. No power. No freedom. Just silence. Until today. The heavy metal doors groaned open, the sound jarring in the sterile quiet of the ward. Lila’s head turned slowly toward the source of the noise, heart thudding against her ribs. The light from the hallway spilled into her room, followed by two towering shadows.

I continue, holding up the device, “contains a conversation I recorded earlier this week. A conversation in which Lila makes some… interesting admissions.” I press play, and her voice fills the room, clear and unmistakable. “You think she’s so perfect, don’t you? Well, she’s not. Siena’s just a weak little girl pretending to be strong. And once everyone sees her lose control, they’ll turn on her. They’ll see that I’m the one who deserves to stand beside Raiden.” The recording continues, Lila’s voice growing harsher, more venomous. “It wasn’t hard to push her over the edge. A few drops of the right compound in my perfume, and her wolf went wild. It was almost too easy.”

“There are too many vipers in this group. Most of them are focused on each other, seeing the biggest threats in each other. But Lilia is different. She’s after Cara not because she is a threat, but because she wants to watch her die.” That was dark as hell, but I wouldn’t put it past Lilia. “She said that?” “It’s in the eyes,” Noel said. “She’s lost her grip with humanity. She’s utterly broken inside. I’ve seen the eyes of bloodlusting killers before, and she mirrors them.” “How many killers do you know?” I asked. “Enough,” he replied and said no more.

Lila’s eyes slammed shut, her stomach sinking as the weight of a hundred stares locked on her and Asher. “That was Damien Wolfe, everyone. And clearly, our Lila here is connected to him. Which explains why she rolled up today with a whole convoy.” The class erupted in shouts, laughter, even clapping and pounding on desks. The chaos swelled around her like a storm. “Fuck,” Lila muttered under her breath, dropping her elbow to the desk and covering her face with her hand. When the noise finally settled, the guy at the front raised his voice again. “Now, we’re going to invite Lila to come forward and tell us more about Damien Wolfe. Is he really a criminal or not? What do you think?”

“The doctor said you were going to be hallucinating after you managed to regain consciousness again, but this is just funny. I’m Olivia, Lila’s friend. And we are both in Lila’s house. Lila isn’t a serial killer. You don’t have to bother about her killing you.” I groaned. That wasn’t even what I was worried about. I would gladly be killed by Lila if it came to it. but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if anything happened to her. “The person that abducted Lila…” “Is Lucien awake?” Lila’s voice called out, stopping me from saying more. She didn’t have to hear more about the warnings. She walked into the room, and I watched as her pupils dilated. Her eyes were fixed on me, and she slowly

I offered him my all - he didn't take it. He sniffs with laughter. "I know you better than you think, Lila. I know you're thinking about escaping to those woods alone to see who is it that's looking for you and why. You're also thinking about running back to the city. You figure you might be safer there. Isn't that right?" I swallow hard. It's scary how he reads my mind. But I'll never fall into this trap and say something. Anything.

“I’ve never seen her before.” Adam looked into her eyes, and his smile faded into deep sadness. “She’s my sin. My only sin. I can’t stop. I have to remember her over and over so I don’t forget her… or my sin with her.” Lila felt a strange feeling she couldn’t describe to herself. Was it sadness? Jealousy? “Is that your child together?” she asked hesitantly, clearly afraid of the answer. Adam laughed and took her hand, leading her to the couch. He poured her a glass of water.