Liana Perlich Novels & Stories

Aisha stared at him in disbelief. "What did you say?" she was sure she had heard wrong. "Liana knows computing and outperforms Tech Corps software? How is that possible!" She had absolutely no idea that Liana was familiar with computer technology, much less at a stage where she could easily beat her husband's program. Even though she was not a computer programmer, she knew that the Tech Corps software was very powerful, and yet it was defeated by Liana... How was that possible?

"I heard a real pro is entering the competition this year, the champ from two seasons back." Sophia's brow furrowed in confusion, "Why's a past winner competing again? That's like a college valedictorian going back to retake the SATs." Andrew gave a nod. "So, while those big shots were busy chatting up my dad, I caught a bit of the scoop. The competitors this year are top-notch, way better than the last bunch. And there's this one, Lia, the champ from a couple of years back. She's Chinese-American, shot to fame, and zipped right off to Minador to kick off her own fancy perfume line. But she's been in hot water lately—some scandal about using child labor in Atrala for her ingredients, and it'

Sharia didn't eye fuck him like Maya did Trenton, and no one else has made it obvious like what Aiden did with Lian. "She's been around a long time," Lupa answered quietly. Longer than you? Lupa chuckled. "Much longer." Sharia looked at her mom before looking back at Salila. "Sharia, ma'am." Salila smiled at Sharia before she casually waved her hand towards Lian. "You may continue." Lian rolled her eyes. "Aww. Thanks a bunch! As I was saying .... this shorter yet more muscular guy with ash colored hair is Matthew Afron. He's a selkie ....."

Clearly, he was extremely satisfied with his daughter's admission to a prestigious university. He held a wine glass and chatted casually with several officials, pleased and relaxed. Liliana, on the other hand, was enjoying a peak moment of glory. She wore a custom-made high-end dress and a full set of diamond jewelry. Onstage, she delivered a 20-minute speech on parenting excellence. From Emma memorizing poetry at the age of three, to her staying up late in high school grinding through exam papers, Liliana painted herself as a devoted, hardship-enduring mother who had single-handedly raised an extraordinary daughter.

"You…" Lilliana could not stand it anymore and leaned over to her daughter's cell phone. She then said to the camera, "When did you become so evil? You were the one who ruined Sherlyn's career! Goran would've given her his full support, and she was due to make our family proud once she becomes the next generation of Goran's lead actress! You were the one who interfered with that, and that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is now gone!

A tune written more than three hundred years ago by the blind son of an Irish blacksmith, and it still has that power. As the applause fades away there is the nearby sound of a zip being drawn down, and Liana is standing in front of me. She is dressed, as ever, in the fashions of the era just before either of us was born: a long floral skirt and thin white blouse, a silver pentacle on a leather thong around her neck, a green Alice band holding back her shoulder-length auburn hair. Her smile is heart-stopping. "I was afraid you weren't coming," I whisper as I hold her very close and caress her back.

“If I had his kind of money, you’d never hear from me again.” Before I could respond, Lilac returned, a latte in one hand and a business card in the other. She slid into the booth beside Ariana with a smug grin plastered on her face. “Well?” Ariana and I leaned forward expectantly. “She’s a real estate agent,” Lilac said, holding up the card like a trophy. “Name’s Hailey. Thirty-two. Single. Lesbian.” She grinned wider. “And now, potentially interested in yours truly.” Ariana gasped dramatically. “Lilac! You’re unstoppable.”

"Tell me the parts I don't have." Damien almost smiles. "She's yours," he says to Aria. "She's both of ours," Aria says. She tells Lily. The real version. Patricia Chen. Benjamin Hale's Columbia advisee. The eleven-year-architecture. The target being Sterling Cross Partners. Chen's active investigation. The days-wide window. Lily listens the way she always listens. Without interrupting. Tracking everything. The gap between the said thing and the real thing narrowing as the said thing becomes more complete.

Thalia turned a serious eye to her. "I don't know. I've always wanted to work for her. I don't mean to say that I don't... have a good time here, but with her, it would be a dream come true. I've heard about her since, I don't know. It would be amazing," she replied. "Wow, it's that serious for you, Pam, huh?" Daniela tapped her shoulder. "How about you, David?" Charles inquired. "That woman is a legend. I mean, who wouldn't want to work with her. But let's pass. They are all just thoughts."

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.