Lila Book Novels & Stories

She said jokingly as she threw him the key. He unlocked the restraint and stayed still, unable to move because he knew it would be pointless to try and attack her, much less try to run away. He looked at her, eyes stared widely at the half filled glass with no ice. His eyes moved past her tired eyes and studied the room. The shelf that was at his right was filled with books that were arranged according to the genre and most of them were fictional, thriller and horror novels whose seal hadn't been opened and only seemed to collect dust. The others were based on psychology, anatomy and various poisons. He felt more anxious than before.

Xander lit the tobacco in his mouth, "The fewer people know about your real identity, the higher chance for us to move freely. It’s what you call a clean slate, Lilith." I kept sighing hearing petty excuses from him, or so I thought. I couldn't help but show my disappointment about it, "Those were innocent lives. Those were people. They had family, too. They weren't even connected to the Morgans, were they?" But he responded differently from what I expected. He laughed maniacally without any sign of remorse, "Innocent, you say? If only you had known who they were, I highly doubt you would even want them alive. Not even a single soul from those deserves to live. None!" he was berated.

She is stronger than she thinks. “I told you everything when you were my friend. Why would I have lied to you then and what makes you think I will tell you anything now?” Lilith sits up, fire blazing in her eyes. Yes. I needed her to become mad. “But what are you not telling me?” I push again. “I told you everything!” She yells at me flinching themoment her lungs expand covering her ribs with her one hand. “Tell me again!” I shout jumping up from the bed. I start to pace up and down, listening to every single word as she goes over her story again, but this time she leaves out the Crazy part. The part where his eyes changes, where he suddenly have a change of heart.

"Leela, Lela.." "Hey, bud. What about Lila?" I asked calmly. "She is hiding paper," he says, pointing to her hand. I looked at her hand, which was clasped in a tight fist, and I saw that Ezra was right. Lila had a piece of paper in her hand. I gently opened her fist. It takes a minute because she has a tight hold on it, and I don't want to risk ripping something that might help us. Lila,

She bent to her. "You forgot to read to me my favorite story book" she said obviously annoyed with a pout. "Sorry baby" Lilian slapped her face jokingly which made Lilith chuckle. She walked to her shelf and and took out the story book. She stared at it for a while, wondering what Lilith saw in this particular book. She drew out the chair from her drawing and painting table and sat by her bed before she cleared her throat and began. "Gorgor"... For more content, follow me on I* @biora_nessy or Goodnovel @Nessy_Biora✨

I was sure they didn’t expect anything more. As they prepared the bath, I remained in bed, thoughts wandering again. Lila. Who was she, really? She was bold, defiant—not what you'd expect from someone in her position. She claimed to be the daughter of a fallen Alpha, but something told me there was more to her story. Why did I even care? When the bath was ready, I slipped into my robe and entered the bathroom. The water was the perfect temperature. I sank into it, letting the heat pull the tension from my muscles.

Peace. Henry sat cross-legged on the floor, a thick spell book open in front of him. He turned pages like they were treasure maps, eyes lighting up every few minutes when he found something new. He beckoned Lila over with a grin, holding up the open text like a secret, and she knelt beside him to peer at the symbols. I watched her lean in close, brushing her hair behind her ear with that delicate, absent gesture she always did when she was focused. Henry pointed to something on the page and Lila laughed softly, shoulders loose, unguarded.

She would respect Maera's decison. “I’m not sure how to explain it." Lillia casually sift through the books. "But it was the second time it’s happened. At first, I felt watched. I felt a heavy presence and an intense animosity. The last time, Regaleon had appeared and I thought it was him I felt again.” When her eyes set on one, she picked it up and held it. It read, “The Art of War: Mastering Complete Connection.” Oh… we are definitely reading this tonight. Fenris spoke softly.

I blinked. Then sighed. “I didn’t read the book.” Her eye narrowed instantly. “I’m shocked.” “That sounded sarcastic.” “It was.” Lila snickered behind me before quickly pretending she hadn’t. The Seer slowly stood before grabbing the spellbook from her satchel and shoving it directly into my arms. “Continue the exercise.” I grimaced looking at the flower pot. “The plant won't bloom, we've tried that already." “The plant isn’t the issue.” She said no more and I cursed under my breath reminding myself I asked for this.

"Four billion years old? That is impossible—" "We should accept immediately. Think of what we could learn—" "We cannot trust beings we have never met—" "They watched Lila. They know our entire history. They already know us—" "Knowing us and being trustworthy are different things—" Unity let them argue. For hours. Until the voices exhausted themselves. Then she asked one question. "What would Lila do?" Silence. "Lila was an omega. Invisible. Powerless. Given a mark she did not ask for. Offered a destiny she did not choose." Unity looked around. "What did she do?"