Lil Bill With Dreads Novels & Stories

Billy and Russel already knew that Finn was going to propose, because he had asked both men for permission to ask Lili, since there was no way in hell, he was asking her biologial father. Cindy was beaming when she saw the smile on Lili's face and she honestly couldn't be happier for her. "Let me see. Billy told me how beautiful it was but I need to see this for myself." Lili held out her hand and Cindy just gave Lili another hug and whispered, "He's going to make such a good husband. You got yourself a good man, Lili James!" She blushed and said, "I know. I think that I really appreciate him now more than I would have, even though I had to face all of the trauma with Hal."

“If I didn’t know better, I would think you’re running away from me.” Lilith's breath came out in a force gasped, she forced a smile and tried to control her hands from trembling so much, she didn't want to show him any fear. Billy thrives on fear. “Of course not,” she said quickly. “Billy, I’m not running away from you.” He raised a brow, unconvinced. She continued, “After the lab blew up, everything happened so fast. I didn’t even know where to turn, I was in need of money and Jaxon needed his drugs—”

a familiar voice lilts from behind me. I glance up just in time to see Lila drop down beside me with a dramatic huff. She’s wearing jeans, a soft lilac sweater that slips off one shoulder, and ankle boots with a slight heel. Her wavy hair is twisted into a loose topknot, and gold hoops glint at her ears. As usual, she looks effortlessly put together—feminine without trying too hard. “You look like you walked out of a catalog,” I mutter. She grins. “Thanks. You look like you walked out of a training manual.”

Law. I checked my watch again, eight on the dot. Billie hadn’t left her room since we got back from the funeral home. I pulled up the live feed on my phone: her curled on the bed in Leon's oversized hoodie, knees drawn up, scrolling endlessly. On Super model photos, Influencer reels. Searches for “blonde hair blue eyes.” She could chase whatever ghost she wanted tonight; the news she was about to receive would burn most of that noise away anyway.

He was trailed by a much smaller, wiry man, nervously shifting his weight from one bony arm to the other, his tank top a strange choice for someone so frail. “Here she is,” Buzzcut announced, tying Lilian to a chair with a roughness that made me wince. Xander slipped his phone back into his pocket, nodding in approval like this was the most normal thing in the world. “What’s... what’s the meaning of this?” I stammered, confusion and horror swirling inside me. “Why is she... Oh my God, is that her bone sticking out of her leg?” I gasped, the sight turning my stomach.

She muttered, and they left the spot to pay for the bills. The moment they stepped out through the exit door, Mila caught sight of the massive billboard at the other lane. “How did we miss that, huh? Isn't that Carson?” Mila queried. “What? Where?” Lily rushed her words while roaming her eyes around the place. “On the billboard. Only the rich and celebrities are placed on that billboard.” Mila added, and Lily turned to see where she was staring at. “I never knew he was that popular. I guess I need to dig more on this man.” Lillian whispered and held the nylon bag firmly.

A shudder runs through me at the brief thought. “Lil, can you go roundup some shorts, apparently Dakota is being weird about shifting and being naked right now.” She gives me a look and I can only shrug then she takes off. She’s never really seen them outside our group of friends, with everything going on and they have never been shy before. ***”Bitty, you do realize that even though you are a tad bit bigger, you would barely cover one of our thighs right? None of us want to shift out here. It’s almost like we can’t.”***

I needed to breathe, to think, to remember who I was before him — before the rain, before the headlines. I ended up at the small park near my old apartment. Kids were playing in the fountain, their laughter cutting through the noise in my head. I sat on a bench, clutching my sketchbook, trying to draw. But all that came out were blurred lines — him, me, the chaos between. Then a shadow fell across the page. “I thought I’d find you here,” Rand said quietly. He looked different — no suit, no mask, just jeans and a white shirt, sleeves rolled up, hair undone. Vulnerable. Humans.

He was no longer wearing a shirt, and his abs, which I was totally right about being well sculpted by the way, were on display, and I couldn't take my eyes off them. Was it legal to have such a perfect body and face? He was probably tiny down there, or worse, he probably wasn't smart. But that was unlikely because we'd both had a conversation and if my brain is correct, he talked intelligently. So tiny down there it is or not. I noticed the large bulge in front of his trousers. "The only thing I want to drink now is you." He said, looking intently at me. His pupils looked dilated. Oh.

He wore rose-colored sunglasses and his brown hair was gelled. “Yeah yeah yeah, what up. I’m Billy D. and I’m here to play with the lead pussycat,” Billy shouted on the mic. Jodi offered him her hand. He took it and pulled Jodi against him. “Yeah, I wanna go down. Let’s have a showdown,” he said on the mic. Billy and Jodi’s bodies grinded together as the crowd cheered them on. Jodi rubbed her hands from the side of her breasts down to her waist.