Lila Book Novels & Stories

Hours. The sounds never stopped. Was Alexander a machine? Was Lisa made of steel? Didn't they get tired? The book said Alexander was restrained. Cold. Controlled in that area. Lila stared at the ceiling. Her mind was a battlefield. Controlled? This?! And Lisa. That lucky woman. Alexander's body. His stamina. That voice... She was living the dream. She'd stayed up late reading this book. Imagining the scenes. Thinking the author was exaggerating. Now she knew.

The morning after visiting Margaret Doyle, neither Lila nor Ethan could stop thinking about what she had said. “Two babies everyone was arguing about.” The words refused to leave Lila’s mind. She sat in the university library, surrounded by old newspaper clippings, hospital directories, and city archives. Every few minutes she sighed and crossed another useless article off her list. “There has to be something,” she muttered. “There is.” Ethan walked over carrying two thick archive books. “You’ve officially turned me into a library person.”

“Mama said you smile more now. I told her it is because of Zephyr.” I have no useful response to that, so I return to the document. Lila disappears into the kitchen. I hear a cupboard open, then close. She returns with a glass of water held carefully in both hands and sets it on the table like an offering. “For you,” she says. “Thank you.” She climbs back onto the sofa, pulls a small sketchbook from the backpack, and begins to draw. The quiet that follows is almost workable. I manage two full paragraphs before she speaks again.

Fire needs stone, pup—she’s yours, revel! Lila stood by the pool, chestnut ponytail swaying, hazel eyes bright, clutching a parchment scroll, charcoal stick tucked behind her ear, courage radiant—the Veil’s end, her maps eternal, her spark blazing. Her tunic was clean, voice lilting, sketching the pool, the twilight catching her joy. Spark, her wolf, yipped vibrantly, tail wagging. You’re their star, Lila—draw, shine, live!

I was hoping to see something else. Sucking my teeth, I was about to close the safe when something caught my eye. It was a small brown leather-bound book tucked into the corner and wedged tightly between the stacks of bills. Curiosity burned through me, and I pulled it out. The gold lettering on the front read Lila’s Journal. “Bingo.” I opened the book and flipped through the pages. Lila’s handwriting was neat and precise. I could tell this was a glimpse into her private thoughts and her innermost secrets.

she added as a complement to her daughter Annabel, ignoring Monalisa who just stood still peering at her burning book in the fire, with tears on her face. “And you,” she said authoritatively, turning her gaze properly on Monalisa, who continued to peer into the fire. “You are going to be punished for keeping a book hidden from me even after I had asked you to bring all your books out the other day,” Lila continued, sounding angry again as she recalled that she had once asked her to bring all the books she had before to her because she didn’t want her to read but concentrate on working instead.

Lila greeted. He looked at the University hand band in her hand, then brought the question about it in his eyes. “I think you owe me an explanation, Lila.” Nodding, Lila understood what he wanted to hear. “My name is Lila Phillips, few days ago I got promoted to be an independent researcher and also a junior professor, this is my first time attending the gala.” “Thank goodness.” Said Edvard as he let out a huge breath. “Congratulation on your promotion. I can’t believe someone who saves a stray kitten and loves doing experiment with her drink would do such dirty thing.”

She raised her eyebrow after looking at the title. " What?" " Really? This book isn't going to help us. Search something useful." she handed over the book back to me. 'How to find portraits to the human world?' Right. This title won't be useful to defeat Lilith. I started searching for something useful to find more about Lilith. " I got something," Lydia said, opening a large book. " What's it saying?" " Wait I need time to translate it?" Lydia said and keenly looked at it.

Lily's POV. I look at Freya as she has lunch sitting beside Ryan and I don't know, rather to glare at her or Ryan. But I don't glare at him as his appetite has seemed to vanish just like mine. I hear the ping of my phone and look at it to see Ryan's message. 'Please eat. If not for me then for our little bun.' 'Okay. But only for you. Please, you eat something too then meet me in the library. I really want to know how she knows about the baby.' I text back.

The world was filled with silence and in the middle of the corridor were two teenagers holding on to one book looking at one another. Not knowing what to do, Lila pulled the book from Lucas and continued on picking the other three books scattered on the floor. She opened her mouth to say something, to tell him to say sorry to her but she was too shy to even utter a word. It is freaking Lucas Andrew Dela Vega standing in front of her, yup, the one and only.