Lie-la Novels & Stories

Isabelle asked. “Can I get back to you on that one?” Belinda asked, dimly hoping that this psychotic bitch from hell might have a sense of humour. She did. She laughed at Belinda’s joke as she slashed the knife at the computer programmer’s stomach. 2. Tuesday 27th April 2010 02:20

Liora was sitting on the edge of the saggy, uncomfortable mattress. Her legs were crossed, and she was scrolling mindlessly through her phone, looking at the internet comments. Every time she saw someone insulting Alessia or calling Lucien a ruthless tyrant, a wicked, triumphant smile would spread across her painted lips.

"No Ginger, I just didn't think it meant anything at the time. We were all just worried about Jess remember? And the guys were being so hush-hush about everything" "When aren't they being that way? So we're all agreed that something's up and all our guys are involved. What was the name Illyana?" Melissa had trouble written all over her face, the kind of fun type that would keep you in the best kind of mischief. "Stanton, Stockton, one of those I think." The girls from Georgia went on high alert and you could feel the tension in the room go up a few degrees. "What? Who is he?" The rest of us looked towards them as they became restless.

I caught him sending eye signals to Lucy, begging her to shut up. I searched the party with my eyes. I stopped when they spotter Maisy. She was very much alive. "Maisy is alive, What are you talking about?" "Her sister, Tatia." Lucy retorted. What was she saying?...

A low growl was heard from Isabel’s direction, and her mom immediately hugged her too, to pacify the alpha. “Good morning, mom.” Isabel greeted her mom when the hug ended. Her mom waved dismissively, returning her attention towards him. “It’s a great honor to meet you in person, Luna. I’m Dylan at your service.” He politely introduced himself without being told, bowing his head to show his respect. “Well. As you already know, I’m no longer the Luna, so quit with the formalities, okay?” She replied with a smile. “Not bad, Isabel. Not bad.” Paulina teased her daughter through mind-link, earning an eye roll from the latter.

Kisha's mother was a maid brought by Nyla--Fely's mother, when she and Dalton--Lea's father got married. The woman named Lien is very loyal to Nyla and thus Kisha also likes Fely very much and always follows her everywhere. On the other hand, Kisha disliked Lea and was always jealous of her. She has a bad character, talking about people's mistakes and ugliness, which makes Lea often rebuke and scold her.

What she did not expect was Leo popping his head in like a lost puppy. He kept badgering Capri about having his number and for her to call or text him. After a while and not giving up she finally sent a message. Hey! Without a name or a reason. She has no idea what to say and did not know why Leo was so Adamant about her calling him. His response was almost instantaneous, what he had to say she had no words for.

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

Greetings Lily said too. Marcus isn't at home. Lily added. Alright but I really didn't come here for Marcus. Illebaye said to Lily. Alright, what do you want then? Lilly asked while looking at Illebaye. Please can you help me with Uriel's mate address I will love to go pay her a visit. Illebaye said to Lily. And Lily helped her out with the Uriel address. Thanks so much, Illebaye said after Lily was done with her discription of the house.

Ties were tied around foreheads, heels were kicked into a corner, and the air was thick with the kind of laughter that only happens when the boss isn't around. ​"She’s here!" Sarah shrieked over the remix of a Dua Lipa track, waving a red solo cup in the air. She looked like she was three drinks ahead of the room. "The Queen of Velez has entered the building!" ​I was immediately swarmed. Vince and a few of the other editors I used to work with huddled around, handing me a cold bottle of beer. ​"Is it true Mateo Velez has a literal gold-plated espresso machine?" Vince asked, leaning in as if I were a double agent returning from a deep-cover mission.