Lil Bill With Dreads Novels & Stories

"Creed is going to be there, Lily." "Yes, I’m aware." "Creed. My scary, grumpy, six-foot-whatever boss who already looks at me like I’m a puzzle piece that doesn’t fit. One gust of wind, and my wig shifts even slightly, and boom! Game over. I'm going to jail. I'm going to gay jail." Lily finally looked up. "I don’t think gay jail is a thing." "It should be. Because that’s where I’ll be, serving a life sentence for identity fraud."

“Don’t you dare lie to me!” Chris flinched as if the words were aimed at him. He was a man in his mid-twenties, with a clean-cut face that now glistened with sweat. His suit pants hung over a chair, forgotten in the chaos, leaving him sitting half-naked in just his undershirt and boxers. His hair, normally slicked back with precision, now clung to his forehead in damp strands. Chris was a well-to-do working-class guy Lilian had introduced to Hannah when things went south in our lives—after Dad got sick three months ago.

"He always wanted me. You were never anything more than a distraction." Lily's heart pounded in her chest. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. William? Her William? No. It couldn’t be. She tried to push past Natasha and enter the apartment, needing answers. And that’s when she saw him. Behind Natasha, William stirred on the couch. He was shirtless. His hair was a mess. Bruised knuckles. A half-asleep expression. The sight etched itself into Lily's soul. She froze. And then she turned and ran.

Ethan pulled her close. “You worry too much, Mom. We aren’t paying the bills—Salvatore is,” Ethan explained, nodding toward his bag. “Definitely for a price. Have you thought about the price, Ethan? Dre!” Lilian scolded, glancing at Dre, who was munching on toasted bread. “It’s better than working for Mr. Mark, you know,” Dre said. Lilian’s eyes softened toward him. “I understand things are hard on us, and I know it’s worse for both of you, especially you, Ethan. Paying bills and growing up fast is tough, but that doesn’t mean I’ll let you walk into danger!” she said angrily.

Her anxiety increased, and her heart started to beat fast. "My little Lily. Sorry, your dad has to let you down to save thousands of families." Lilian’s Dad, Mr. Leo Willson, said it with a heavy voice. He looked haggard, as if he hadn’t had good sleep. Some of his black hair turned white, and he looked like his age had increased by ten years just within the few days she had not seen him.

I hastily started getting dressed, hands trembling and fumbling with buttons and zippers. A thought entered my mind as I was struggling to get dressed, apprehending an escort amid a sea of uncertainty. "I could slip through the back yard," I whispered to myself in a sort of promise of escape. The backyard seemed, therefore, a long stretch, a mere gamble for the sake of trying; I was ready. I just knew that police officers would expect a front-door escape, perhaps even a window; the backyard was a chance I was willing to risk.

Slowly, Justin snapped out of his daze. The person before him was Lila, not Serena. Today, Lila was dressed simply. Her hair was put up with a hairclip, and her well-proportioned body was accentuated in a beige-colored bodycon dress. She looked fresh and elegant, and her style was a little similar to Serena's. However, she was missing the aloofness which Serena was born with. "Can you sing?" Justin asked. "Yes."

She was completely unaware of the movement of someone nearby who was getting closer and closer to her who was struggling to stand up with her sprained leg. "Hello my baby darlin'. Enjoyed the show, eh?” Lexie's breath hitched. Her neck stiffened and she looked up to face her worst nightmare. Rafe Wilder here!

Lilac snorted loudly, then clapped a hand over her mouth. Brick, who was very much shaped like a brick, turned and cocked a brow at my mate. His eyes were rivers of liquid gold, bright in comparison to his dark skin. Both sides of his head were shaved bald. Tattoos were inked onto his flesh, outlining his mohawk. “You think my name is funny, miss?” Lilac didn’t bat an eyelash. “It’s hilarious.” He flashed his canines at her. A burly laugh rumbled in his chest. “Yeah, well at least I ain’t named after a flower.”

I said gently and he nodded. "Sure, go on dear" "Um, who's Lila? I heard she.." "Oh, she's just a daughter of my wife's best friend. You don't have to worry, I know you might have probably seen her acting all clingy with Tyler, they're just friends alright. I asked Tyler several times and he said there are no hard feelings" Mr Bills said and I nodded with a little smile. "Alright,thanks sir" I said politely. "You're welcome" He said.