Lie-la Novels & Stories

Popular girls to he specific. It’s Lia Valle, the daughter of the owner of the pharmacy where Nathan’s Mom is currently working. Then there’s Elyzz, A.K.A. the “like girl.” She’s literally using the word “like” in her every statements. Almost twenty five percent of her sentence was composed by the word “like.” “Freeda!” I called out. She looked at my direction, and suddenly, her brows furrowed. Lia and Elyzz looked at her as if they are asking if Freeda knows me or not, but she didn't answer as soon as possible.

With a nod of his head, he asked, “What is it?” Leah bit her lip nervously, then took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Will you mate with me?”

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

"Allevino Wiratama!" The call coming from the corridor made my steps stop. The distinctive feminine voice of the French-born girl, Camille Zoe. I was so surprised that I froze in place, then made sure the buttons on the shirt I was wearing impromptu didn't have the wrong holes. "I'm dead!" My lips clamped shut as the words came out. "Are you crazy, leaving me behind just for a guy?" Her foreign accent was still very noticeable.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

she retorted, sticking out her tongue. "What- I am not gay, you-" he paused as though he just realized she was teasing him. From his position, he neared Maria, pushing himself toward her till he was no farther than an inch from her. Maria was glued to the chair, scared to move or even breathe, anything she did ended with the inhalation of his entire scent, it filled her nose springing up unholy sensations from the right places, there was no pretending the tension wasn't there for them both.

"More wine, sir?" He looks up at me. "Yes." I can feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of my face as I refill his glass. "Bella," he says, my name rolling off his tongue like a new discovery. I stop. I return the bottle into the bucket of ice. "The name suits you," he adds, looking from my name tag to my face. His speaks in a clipped tone. Almost vaguely sarcastic, but he doesn't seem like the kind to say anything he doesn't mean.

Malaya asked, her voice quieter now, uncertainty creeping in despite her attempt to sound brave. “Malaya,” Laila said carefully, choosing each word with intention and love, “this is Jordan.” Malaya blinked a few times, clearly processing. “Jordan?” she repeated. “Like Jordan… my middle name?” Laila nodded, her throat tight. “Just like your middle name.”

“What? He didn’t tell you?” Liya ran her hands through her face. She didn’t know why she had a feeling that the girl was just like Xavier’s sister. It was almost like the family was alike. “So what’s your name?” Liya asked as she dumped her bag on the floor. “Lilian.” The girl said, as she unhooked her legs, walking over to Liya as she wrapped her hands around her. “We have to take care of each other. Right?”

**LIA** When we arrived at the hotel, we approached the receptionist to explain that we had a reservation for the VIP honeymoon suite. Upon entering the hotel room, I couldn't help but marvel at the opulence. It was the VIP honeymoon suite, after all, and the size was breathtaking. The room was like my entire apartment condensed into one space, and I was immediately drawn to explore every corner. The room featured a spacious sitting area with a large TV mounted on the wall. Behind the couch, there was another room, separated by glass sliding doors. The bed was enormous, and I was further impressed when I ventured into the bathroom. It was so vast that you could practically sleep in it.