Lila Catherine Novels & Stories

'' Lila snapped at Atthy again, but this time Lila grabbed Atthy's shoulder as hard as she could to shake her and glared at her. ''Awaken yourself!... You! Daughter of Gavriel, The young silver lion who subdued four Hyenas to save your mother, Halvir the Jaguar *Sapphire even acknowledged your father's tenacity, since he was a young teenager. He broke through the Forbidden Forest and made you safely born into this world. You are Anindira's daughter, a tough woman who managed to escape by injuring a Bat *Sapphire... Don't let them down by giving up just because you lost your three brothers!... At a time like this, you think you're the only one who's lost?!... Don't feel your condition is the

His vision being naturally superior to that of a human's, Tyler could easily see that this young woman wore only minimal cosmetics, a dark red lipstick on her delicate lips being the most attention-drawing part of the ensemble, with the exception of her eyes, the lids of which were colored with a smoky grey, accenting the silver and opalescent flecks in her blue-grey eyes. The young woman came to a sudden, jerked stop at the top of the stairs when she saw the massive crowd staring up at her, nearly losing her balance and falling flat on her face. It wasn't until she straightened herself, gave a tiny nervous laugh and a slight wave that Tyler recognized the beautiful creature in front of him

She fluttered her lashes like she was auditioning for a perfume commercial. “Kieran,” she purred. “It’s been ages.” Ages? It had been six months. And even then, our ‘meeting’ lasted two painful minutes. Old Papa clapped loudly. “Such chemistry! Look at them!” Chemistry? I’d seen more sparks in wet wood. But I kept my expression polite. Business was business. “Lila has been doing so well,” Old Papa bragged, puffing out his chest. “She just modeled for an international brand. A natural beauty, yes?”

A woman’s silhouette. He stepped closer. She turned. It wasn’t Cassandra. But she looked so much like her. Eyes like mirrors. Lips like secrets. “You came,” she said softly. Jason’s heart thundered. “Who are you?” The woman smiled. “My name is Lila.” Then she reached into her coat. And pulled out a blade. Jason didn’t move. Not when she stepped forward. Not when she pressed the blade to her own throat. “I just wanted you to see,” she whispered. “What happens to the ones he touched.”

“Lily – I need you ASAP. Where are you?” I ask Lily through our mind-link. There is only one person who would understand why I am freaking out right now. Waiting for a couple minutes, she finally replies, “Ugh Katie – I am in training and then I have some work to do at the childcare.”

“This is one of the reasons Adam came crawling back to me!.” Delilah (Aviva) massaged her temples, she rolled her eyes and tried to walk away. “Not too fast!.” Lilith said and pulled Delilah (Aviva) by the arm. “Don’t you want to see Adam?!.” Lilith asked. Unlike the way she had been calmly slapping Delilah (Aviva) on the face with her words she spoke calmly with her eyes like that of a puppy that just saw his treats being thrown away.

Ella said, “You aren’t just hurting yourself, Cato. You have nine younger siblings and every single one of them looks up to you. Even Lili.” Out of the ten, Lili had the most fire in her soul. Since four years old, she’d been independent and unable to stand being ordered around. She was also smart. Very smart. She knew exactly how to get her way and she never let anyone take advantage. She and Cato fought relentlessly, but although she’d never admit it, she admired Cato. The coffee sat untouched on the table as he stared at the rising steam. “Also yes, Marco noticed his missing joint,” I said, “Did you think that wouldn’t trace back to you?”

he asked, his voice cautious. Mateo simply shrugged, his eyes glinting with mischief. "You'll soon know," he said, his voice low and mysterious. He picked up his phone, dialed a number, and spoke only two words: "Come in." The door opened, and Lilah walked in, flanked by two burly security men. She was a vision of loveliness, her long, curly hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of silk. Her bright red dress hugged her curves in all the right places, showcasing her toned physique. Her full lips were painted a deep red, and her eyes sparkled with mischief as she walked over to Mateo.

It took a moment but eventually the door was opened and she tried to look alert but her sleepy eyes gave it away. “Lila,” I said, trying to keep it calm. “Sorry for waking you. I need you to go check on Isabella, do you remember the path to the building I showed you?” Lila was supposed to be my last gift to Isabella after my departure to Romania. She was her personal maid and technically a spy for me. I paid her more than others to ensure she reported Isabella’s whereabouts. “I do sir, lady Isabella’s art gallery,” she responded with her voice firmer.

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"