Five And Lila Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Her gaze swept to the center of the living room where two glasses sat beside a pair of whiskey bottles — one empty, the other half-full. Without wasting another second, Lila ran up the stairs and headed straight for Tessa’s room. The door was slightly ajar, and before she could even reach for the knob, the sight inside froze her in place. Her best friend was there, pulling Asher’s shirt over his head before their lips met in a hungry, desperate kiss. Lila’s eyes widened, her mouth falling open in disbelief as she clamped a hand over it to stop the gasp that threatened to escape.

“Okay. I’ll call and cancel. Let me know when you want to set this up again.” Something was telling me there wouldn’t be a midnight yacht ride in the future, but I didn’t say that to him. Instead, I thanked him and then disconnected the mindlink. “They are never going to talk to me again,” Lila continued to cry; now she had tears streaming down her face. “And Matty will hate me even more.” “Who the hell is Matty?” I found myself asking a little too harshly. “A guy who hates me because I’m a Volana,” Lila pouted. “He says my kind is dangerous. He won’t even give m a chance.”

And I wasn’t sure if that intrigued me or made me wary. I looked down and smiled when my phone lit up and Victor’s name showed up on the screen. “If you’d Excuse me, Victor’s waiting for me upstairs,” I said, standing up and smoothing down my dress. “Enjoy the night without me, ladies.” “Oh, come on! You and Victor are too perfect,” Lila groaned, rolling her eyes. “I want a fiancé who can’t leave me alone for five minutes!” “You mean you want *any* fiancé,” Maya shot back, earning a playful slap on the arm from Lila.

They came loudly, collapsing together in a sweaty, satisfied heap among the books. But as they caught their breath, Lila’s phone buzzed again. Another message from Serena. *Tick tock. And tell your little artist whore I have more than photos. I have proof your mother was involved in some very shady deals before she married Victor. Choose wisely.* The storm was closing in. Ronan’s arms tightened around her. “We’ll face it together.” Lila nodded, but inside, the fear mixed with a thrill she couldn’t deny. Their forbidden fire was spreading — and neither of them wanted to put it out.

"Are you out of your mind?" "I know what you are doing," I said, stepping closer, my chest heaving. "You are trying to make yourself comfortable. You want to pretend this is a real marriage. But you are here for one reason. You are a tool to keep my daughter alive. Nothing more." "How dare you," Lila hissed. She didn't back down this time. She stood her ground, her eyes flashing with a fire I hadn't seen in her before. "You think I want to be in this room? You think I want to sleep on a bed that smells like your dead wife while you glare at me from the sofa? I am sacrificing my entire life for your daughter, Damian!"

"Old Black died for you,yes.But you paid out ten million dollars in blood money!You gave him the highest-honored mafia funeral!You raised Lila until she was eighteen!That damn debt was settled a long time ago!" "But Lila,she—" "What does she need?Did she need you to betray Elena and destroy your marriage?"Morrison sneered."Wake the fuck up,Vincent.This'repaying a debt' of yours is nothing more than you getting played like a damn fiddle by a little brat!" I stumbled out of the council chambers,a loud buzzing ringing in my head. When I returned to the estate,the scene before me made me snap completely. Lila,dressed in some limited-edition haute couture,was directing a few enforcers to toss Ele

“It’s over, princess. No more hiding in hallways. No more sneaking around while your father slept down the hall. No more Sophia’s blackmail or Damien’s games. You’re mine now. Completely. Irrevocably. And I’m never letting you go.” Lila turned in his arms, her striking green eyes glistening with a mixture of tears, exhaustion, relief, and burning desire. At 22, she had lost her family, her safety net, and her future as she once knew it. But standing here with this 47-year-old man who had ruined her in every possible way, she had never felt more alive. “Then prove it,” she whispered, her full lips brushing his. “Take me like you own me. Ruin me until there’s nothing left but us. Fuck me like

I was supposed to ruin you. They moved to the bed eventually. Made love again, slower this time, face to face, eyes open. Lila felt the pull stronger than ever—not taking, but sharing. When they finally slept, she curled against his chest and let herself pretend, just for one night, that she could have this.

“Alright.” Once they left, I started eating, savoring a chocolate muffin that melted in my mouth. My moment of peace was interrupted by the buzz of my phone. I glanced at the screen, seeing Elena’s name flashing. “Hey, Elena—” I greeted, but she cut me off before I could say more. “Lila, are you at the Blue Moon pack?” Her voice was tinged with panic. “Yes, I arrived last night. Actually—” “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she swore, her panic sharp and cutting. “Your father knows. Someone told him you’re there and that Elliot abducted you to force a marriage. He’s on his way, Lila, and he’s planning to kill him.”

Lila caught the sound with her mouth, kissing me deep while her husband worked me open. “He’s tight,” Clion grunted. “Gonna feel so good around my côck.” Lila smiled against my lips. “That’s the idea.” She pulled back, sliding down the bed until her thighs framed my face. The scent of her arousal hit me. She tugged the lace aside, exposing slick folds. “Eat me while he fucks you,” she ordered softly. “Earn your share of the money, baby brother.” I hesitated one heartbeat. Then I lowered my mouth.