Jillian On Love Novels & Stories

“Yeah.” Pleased, Jillian called for two dozen beers. I raised an eyebrow. “I’m not heartbroken. I don’t need to drown my sorrows.” “What do you know?” She cracked open a bottle and handed it to me. “We’re not leaving until we’re drunk.” I hesitated, but Jillian added, “Relax. Someone will pick us up later. Just enjoy it for once.” Only then did I take the bottle and clink it against hers. Throughout the night, the door to the private room kept swinging open and closed. I caught glimpses of Rowan and Sophie every time—laughing, touching, kissing. They acted like a perfect couple, proudly displaying their love to their circle of friends.

Eyes widened, Jill shouted, “WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!” Seungcheol tend to Celine and to his friend, Joshua. He knew it right then, that meeting Jill was one of the biggest mistake in his life. A mistake that he won’t regret. That’s how the one-side love for Seungcheol started. When he met Jill, whose name is Celine, he thought he can finally end the curse of his unrequited love. But now, it will continue again.

“He’s real, Zian, and he doesn’t live in this world.” I saw how his tears rolled down his cheeks, and he didn’t know what to think. “I showed you a lot. I told you how I feel, but you don’t listen to me. You’re too busy with other things, and you’re too busy with the man you’ve never met but already love. What about me, Jillian? I’m here, but I’ll be the one who left?” “Because I don’t like you and I don’t love you do you understand?”

Not just with her, but with Isabelle… with all of it. Lillian wasn’t supposed to happen. She was supposed to be just competent, efficient, easy to ignore. But, she burned too brightly for that. And maybe that’s why Isabelle hated her without ever needing to meet her. I slipped. I fell. And it was all my fault. And the truth was… Isabelle and I had been over long before Lillian came into the picture. What we had wasn’t love. It was power. Control. Appearance. An illusion. But Isabelle never let go of anything she felt entitled to.

She wasn’t interested in anything anyways. “And Mr. Winters is going to announce the final project and the partners for the project today.” She shrugged again. She didn’t care about partners, she just had to study, graduate High school and leave for college. That’s it. They reached their class and took their seats. Ready to start the day. Lillian Ann Wilson, an eighteen-year-old girl who was a senior in High school. That was pretty much it. That was what described her now. She, who once was a lively girl who loved art, music, and books. Who, had plenty of friends Who once lived life to the fullest, now was nothing but someone who was being forced to live.

You know I don’t need all that, all I ever wanted is you. Lillian's expression softened for a moment, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her features,her expression changing back to being expressionless. "Adrian, we are both aware of the sacrifices we have made to reach this point. We have fought tooth and nail to secure our positions in this world." She paused. Adrian leaned forward, his voice laced with caution. "And what about love? What about a genuine connection? Can we forge a life together based solely on ambition and mutual gain?"

There was only one thought in their minds right now: The boy will die! "What's that? Is the lover arguing?" "Do you make a movie?" "I wish I could hug that silver-haired man too! He's so handsome!" "In broad daylight, hugging each other like that? It's overdone!" The passerby constantly whispered, whoever passed could not help but look at the two at least once.

"Stop acting like you were so devotedly in love with her, Gareth. Aren't you the one who caused her death? You weren't even drunk that night, were you? You must've enjoyed having sex with your wife's sister right in front of her, huh? "Even until her final breath, she thought you loved her. How pitiful." Enraged at having his misdeeds exposed, Gareth drove his sword straight at Jillian and cut her cleanly in half. "I loved her. I just didn't know what love was back then. I figured it out too late." Dragging the top half of her body across the floor, Jillian crawled toward Gareth in a frenzy while laughing hysterically. "What's the use of figuring it out now? Willow's dead. You can live the r

I can tell that didn’t go over well because she looks absolutely horrified. “I hope you killed him. Did you?” She stares at me with hate in her eyes before I answer. “No, I couldn’t. I was going to, but then Jon walked around the corner and I couldn’t be the reason that his father died. It would tear us apart.” I bow my head after admitting it and then I take her hand as I continue, “Lillian, I love you so much. We can get through this. All we have to do is find another place and start where we left off. I know it will be hard, but we can do this. Let’s just get you feeling better first so you can come home. In the meantime, Jon and I will look for somewhere to stay, so when you can

The other had dark-brown, braided hair and round brown eyes. "Estelle," I murmured, recognizing the woman from the picture. I followed her. "Jaqueline, wait for me!" The dark-haired beauty giggled, squeezing through the crowd and trying to catch her ginger-haired friend, who rushed forward. "Estelle, come on! If you don't hurry up, all the good guys will be taken before you get to see them!" Jaqueline ran to the center of the hall, where a small group of bachelors stood. She stopped right in front of them, spread a fan in her hand, and waved it, flirtatiously covering everything but her fiery eyes. A few men turned around, and they all sent her appreciating glances.