Lila Book Novels & Stories

I think I have great self restraint, but it obviously doesn’t appertain to my PA. She tries to move, but my hands on her hips keep her still on my lap. “No. We’re not fucking now. I just want to feel you around me.” She whimpers but relaxes her pose on my lap, submitting to me. Her hands are placed on my chest for support and her eyes are still fixed on mine. “As I said before your nap, I have something important to speak with you about.” She pouts at me. I don’t think she knows that she’s doing it and it is the most adorable I have ever seen. She’s so innocent, like a child. I have only tried daddy-kink a few times but it has never felt real so I never saw the appeal. But perhaps with Lilly

Neither do I. I wear my Mafia princess mask perfectly, blinking my eyes rapidly at Rayne like a wet puppy. "What the fuck are you doing, Lilith," he hisses. I shrug nonchalantly. "Is this not what you asked for? A willing and obedient wife. I am giving her to you." The reaction on his face is priceless. He seems to be unsure of what to feel, horror or fluster? "So this is willing and obedient to you?" He questions. "Is it not? Or are our definitions countering?" I grin widely. "We do not have to talk to much. I am hungry and we are in Paris, the city of light. Just bring out your black card and let's spend away, baby," I finish with a wink.

Lila seemed like a polite little girl, a girl with good manners. As the door clicked shut, I turned my full attention to Lila, who was now fiddling with the edge of the book she had been reading. Her innocent eyes glanced up at me, curious yet calm. I reached out, tucking a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. “You’ve been reading a lot lately,” I said softly, nodding toward the book in her lap. “Do you enjoy it?” She nodded eagerly. “Yes! The stories take me to places I’ve never been before. It’s like I’m in a whole new world when I read.” Her face lit up, and it warmed my heart to see her so excited.

Lily's POV: My breath hitched as I stared at the car, my heart hammering in my chest. Slowly, my wide eyes traveled up to the driver’s seat. “What the hell!” I muttered under my breath before slamming my palms against the car’s hood. The driver didn’t respond. Instead, the car reversed a few feet, then sped past me as if nothing had happened. Without thinking, I bent down, grabbed a stone from the pavement, and hurled it at the car’s rear window.

It was Lila. She hadn’t flinched. Not once. Kimberley had tried to use her as a pressure point, leaning into her smug little performance, and Lila just… sat there. Calm. Composed. Watching. That composure wasn’t accidental, it was strategy. And that meant there was something she hadn’t told me yet. I turned my head just enough to catch her in my peripheral vision. She was staring at her book, probably thinking about how to answer the inevitable question. There was no way I was letting her leave without answers.

POV: Lila (primary), Saela (return without retreat), Kehra (unspoken ledger), Maximus (the still blade), Elora (inkless cartography), Vathil (rootform echo) Lila I was kneeling when I awoke, not in bed. Somewhere between sleep and offering. My back pressed to the old stone near the basin, my hands open, both palms dusted in pollen though no tree had bloomed overnight. For a moment, I didn’t remember placing myself here.

I’m so sorry, my Queen,” Amara whispered as she stepped into Luna Anita’s chambers. The air was heavy with tension. Luna Anita, seated in her high-backed chair, turned her cold, unreadable gaze on the girl standing before her. Amara trembled under her scrutiny, her heart racing with guilt and fear. For a moment, Luna Anita simply studied her. It struck her then—she hadn’t truly taken the time to look at Amara, the girl she’d taken in as an infant. Now standing before her was not the child she had raised, but a young woman of remarkable beauty.

Lila The first thing I was aware of was a male voice in the distance. Each word was pulling me to wake up but my chest felt heavy and God did my body hurt. I knew that voice. It belonged to the morning news anchor on Channel 8. Derrick Green. He had interviewed me three months ago and I found myself watching him everyday since then. He had a lovely voice and an even lovelier face, something Orion had always been jealous about. “…tragic news reaching our desk this morning. Lila Sterling, heiress and CEO elect of Sterling Global, is in critical condition after a fall from a balcony last night during her engagement to her long time boyfriend Orion Vale. Doctors say she may not make it, reportin

Run: Let the thread take me, save the others, balance the ledger with my life. Stay: Fight, risk the family, risk Etienne’s memory. Elena’s eyes met mine, fierce. “You’re not leaving us, Lila. You’re family.” Alexander’s voice was steel. “You saved my life. Let me save yours.” Mamá’s hand found mine, blood slick. “You carried my daughter through hell. Carry her now.” Marco’s fingers laced through, scars warm. “Choose us.” The thread pulled. I chose. I grabbed the thread, wrapping it around my fist, and yanked. The attic shattered. We fell back to the alley, the thread writhing, forming a new book: VOLUME III: LILA’S CHOICE.

She wasn't here to entertain chitchats. Adrian didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he handed her a file he had perfectly hidden in his cloak. “Like I said , I always deliver. Here's what you asked for,”he said. Elena quickly took the file and opened it, her eyes scanning through the pages. “What is this?” she asked. “From what my Intel gathered, Lila has a younger brother who is an Alpha. He took Lila's birthright and enslaved her afterwards.”Adrian began. “He’s an Alpha. Powerful… and dangerous.”