Liana Perlich Novels & Stories

Her hands clenched into fists. Mrs. Sindy saw Liana's silly behavior, only smiling amused. The old woman was thinking, what would happen to Nova to have a secretary like Liana? Liana was known as a woman who was skilled in martial arts and had a strong power. So far, Nova's secretary was no more than the ranks of women who were afraid of their boss. Maybe Liana didn't, and she would fight Nova when she made a mistake.

"So am I! I wish I could have it too! You're amazing, Liana!" Liana was comforted and satisfied by people's jealousness. She knew she would be the one who slayed it at Bryan's birthday party. She pretended to be nonchalant and said with a calm expression on her face, "It's nothing. My family's company happened to have a project with Storm. Their product manager thought I liked playing video games and gave it to me as a gift. But you know, my favorites are ballet and piano. I don't know anything about video games so it'll show its true value in Bryan's hands instead."

“Lilian Wheel, what do you mean?” Darcy was upset. She did not expect Lilian to cause a scene upon meeting and even accused her of being a thief. “Playing dumb, are we? Am I not being clear enough?” Lilian pursed her lips and then looked at the other members. She pointed at Darcy and said loudly, “I believe not everyone knows who she is, right? This woman is Darcy Quint. She might be the president of the Lilyrose Commerce Guild and also the chairwoman of Sky Ocean Corporation, but she’s a thief!

She carried herself like she owned the room before she even entered it. The twins lit up. “Liana!” Maya chirped. “Come meet Vivi!” Mara tugged my sleeve. “This is Liana Frost. She’s pack... been away training with some fancy northern coven for like two years. She came back with us!” I stood slowly, and deliberately brushed imaginary lint off my shirt. I extended my hand. “Vivienne Moreau.” Liana’s gaze flicked to my hand like I’d offered her a dead rat.

Everhart looked across the ballroom and suddenly raised a hand. “Serena!” Serena turned. “I’m sorry, darling, but could I borrow you for a few minutes?” Serena approached them, her gaze briefly meeting Cecilia’s. “Of course. What’s wrong?” Mrs. Everhart explained quickly. Lily was seventeen, one of the foundation’s scholarship recipients, and had agreed to speak about the rehabilitation program that had helped her after a serious childhood illness. Now that she’d seen the ballroom full of hundreds of people, she wanted to leave.

She moved through the space with a sense of purpose, checking orders, reviewing sketches, and noting every small detail of her ongoing projects. But despite the calm that the sunlight suggested, a tension lingered in the air. The encounter yesterday with the persistent admirer of Draven Dusk had left her alert. She knew it wasn’t an isolated incident; in the world she was carving out for herself, rivalries, obsessions, and power plays were inevitable. Liana had worked too hard to let anything—or anyone—undermine her vision. Her assistant, Marla, approached cautiously, holding a tablet filled with messages and updates. “Miss Liana, we received some inquiries this morning. There are a few peop

Alex relaxed, smiled, and asked a question, “Lianna, your singing sounds amazing, like a melodious lark! I feel that it’s not at all inferior to a professional singer. Did you study music by any chance?” Lianna waved her hand and said, "I went to the Quill City Arts Academy, but I majored in classical dance. Singing is my hobby, so I've taken a few courses and learned a little." "No wonder your image and temperament are so elegant. You studied dance and you’re an amazing singer. You're really talented, huh?"

Not just the ones immediately visible but the whole constellation. Lily was fifteen, in the middle of high school, already nationally recognized for research that she had produced from genuine curiosity rather than ambition. She was growing into a woman who knew how to use her mind without apology, who moved through competitive academic environments without losing her fundamental kindness. She had watched Elena rebuild from nothing. She had watched Dominic build from less than nothing. She carried both examples.

Lydia tried to sound a little calm as people were still walking around on the fifth floor when she got off the elevator. "This woman is deliberately slandering to keep her behavior in selling the company's data from being discovered." Lydia replied tiredly, repeating herself three times already. "Is it really like that?" asked Liani, still worried. "Yes, Mom. She's a seducer. You'll understand as soon as you see him. I shared her I*******m account, right?" Liani then went on about how sexy Thalita was. She had seen the I*******m account and realized that there were men flirting with her or vice versa. And so on.

She smiled. “You’re lying!” Finrod exclaimed. “Believe whatever you want!” She said. “But I know Inwë can remember it.” Ellaine tried hard to remember. That explains why she dreamed about the Tranjie and Shasta. Her parents never forgot her! Now she knew the explanation why she ended up in Lenriad. But if the Dark Child was the daughter of Estelel to Jilroid and she was her daughter to that means the Dark Child is her sister and Margarette was her aunt.