L Word Fiction Novels & Stories

I said with confidence. He smiled and said, “you didn’t steal the car—you stole something else,” Then, he leaned in, his breath against my skin. Hot. He whispered, “my heart,” My lips parted, but no words came out. His heart? He moved back and saw my cold, irritated expression. “That was supposed to be a joke,” he said and he faked a cough. I kept my face still, refusing to give him the reaction he wanted. “I didn’t know even the devil made jokes,” I said and he didn’t seem to appreciate it. Before he could respond, Alex—his bodyguard—appeared.

Lily took off her glasses, but her face was still full of pleasure. "But this book, The Caged Bird and the Lion, is just magnificent. Even though it's fiction, the descriptions of Mafia family life are so real, it's like the author lived it." Lorenzo scoffed. "Boring fantasies. What do those writers know about the Mafia?" He reached for a file, but his eyes were drawn to the book Lily had placed on the table. The pages were open to a drawing of a white bird imprisoned in a golden cage, with a majestic lion standing outside.

Amira asked as she grabbed her glass and sat beside Rayleigh. "I write books." Lily told them. "Well, wrote books. I don't write anything anymore." "Really?" Willow perked up. "What kind of books have you written?" "Fantasy fiction." Lily said. "Oh, I love fantasy novels. I'd love to read them, if that's okay?" Willow sipped from her glass. "Oh, this is sweet. What flavor is this one?"