Lie-la Novels & Stories

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.

Olivia sighed drinking from her glass of water. "Pierre isn't interested,” Gena shrugged. Apparently neither was her. "Chris thinks he'll pierce my gut or something like that, it's not that his cock hits his knee or anything like that, but it's serious,” Helena commented with annoyance. "I didn't even know that was passible,” Abbie said still confused. They all turned to see Louis and me. “What?” I asked abruptly making Louis laugh. “They already gave their opinion, babe. Now they want to know if you practice it.”

Something is wrong. The first couple days of my business trip, Lia is her usual, incredible self when I call her at night or between meetings. Her voice is soft and inviting in my ear, she tells me she misses me, asks if I’m taking stress breaks. Late at night, she sends me mirror selfies from our hotel suite wearing nothing but a scrap of yellow material that vaguely resembles panties—and purrs to me over the speakerphone while I jack myself raw in the bathroom.

she said brightly, and he nodded. "We're going to Silvan tomorrow," Amaria said. " It's really suspicious, Silvan is a small town but very rich in soil, they said the rich soil was a blessing from the spirit king of nature 'Gaia' that's why they have the healthiest fruits, vegetables and rear the healthiest animals, it has the highest exportation rate over the years because all the kingdoms under Ashmael Empire request goods from them yearly, I should know because I'm from there." Teresa stated

He instantly caught the memo as regards conveying Lil Joe to the room of truth. “I'll join you in Five” Gina said as she strolled elegantly into the Palatial. I didn't know what she was up to but whatever it was, I liked the sound of it. I trailed behind LaRosa and Lil Joe as we navigated our way through to Della veritá. As we stepped into Della veritá, I welcomed the sweet scent of lavender and dried blood which sent a heavy dose of nostalgia stemming from the presence of previous visitors. Instantly I knew it was going to be a beautiful evening, very beautiful indeed. It wasn't up to three minutes when Gina joined us in the room. She was now draped in a black turtleneck sleeve over a pair

BRI, LA FILLE DU MAFIEUX CHAPITRE 03 Ramona: Bri,Bri, hé ho Bri(revenant à elle): oui oui Ramona,je t'écoute Ramona : ah non,tu m'écoutes pas.(l'air vexée) Bri

, So after our meal we took a stroll to M and M world where Lanna turned into a child, I swear the gleeful look on her face and the way she jumped up and down clapping her hands had me and Acre laughing so hard people had started to stare but Lanna didn't care she just ran around like a five years old. After what felt like forever we were finally on our way, I kept trying to sniff the air to see if I could pick up the mate scent but I couldn't pick anything up so we enjoyed an evening stroll eating M and Ms from the big bag Lanna had bought. We decided it would be easier if we got the tube to the Embankment so headed to Leicester Square station, as we were walking Acre mind linked "Do you ge

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

"Welcome to this lovely evening before the then again start of our game. A game which all of you has been helping to thrive. Providing, maintaining and of course, improving. A toast for all of our investors and for our new set of Liars!" I still don't like her voice. It's high pitch like a cat being stranggled on the neck. I hesitantly grabbed a glass of the finest wine on my front and raised it on the air. "For Maharlika!" I froced a smile before slightly banging the tip of my glass to Elio's. Whe then looked at each other before taking a sip. It was sparkly, acidic, sour that I don't know anymore if it is good or not. After that, we all clapped and having to listen to a soft, melodic symph

It was a very huge store, with a million dresses, it smelt of fresh roses and pastry. “good day ladies” a tall lady greeted us the moment we walked into the store, she wore a suit and had a pair of spectacles hanging off her nose. “Miss Romero” she added with a smile. “and you must be miss Santiago, Romans fiance”. I smiled at her. It was funny though that her store was named after my fathers name.