Lila Catherine Novels & Stories

she said, her eyes locked on the camera lens. What card is Lila about to play?

"Pretend to sleep. Pretend to be under hypnosis and see how this psychologist behaves when you're awake." Ivy took Lilith's words to heart, deep in thought. Regardless of the oddities surrounding Catherine's presence, she decided to give it a try during her next therapy session. "Lilith, do you have many friends in England?" "Not bad, I have a few very good ones. Why, Ivy?" Ivy took out her phone and sent Catherine and Professor Wall's names to Lilith. "Help me check these two people." "Catherine Lambert?" Lilith frowned. "Isn't she the fiancée of Cato Alter"

It is a constant, heavy warmth that keeps me from drifting away into my own head. My mother is surprisingly calm. She wears huge, dark shades that hide everything. She stands tall, her chin tilted up like a queen. Beside her is Catalina. She is the only splash of color in this graveyard. She wears a muted, dusty pink. It is a quiet slap in the face to the "proper" tradition. Her eyes are sharp, moving over the crowd like a hawk looking for prey. Then, she appears. Lila walks toward us. She is wearing a silver-grey dress that is far too tight. It shimmers in a way that feels cheap and loud. She tries to look sad, but her eyes are busy scanning the crowd for cameras.

"Her name is Lila," Catarina said. Nervous. Protective. "She's fifteen. She's been through. A lot. More than anyone her age should endure. Abuse. Neglect. Seven different foster homes. She's angry. Defensive. Doesn't trust easily. Doesn't believe in family. In love. In safety. Because she's never experienced any of that. Not really. Not consistently."

The lady was taller than her and had long and full hair that looked so healthy. She also had a pretty face that looked prettier with her smile. "Hello," Caitlyn simply said, quite confused about who the lady is. "My name's Kate. I moved in today. Next door," She explained. "Ah!" Caitlyn breathed down with a small chuckle. "What were you thinking? That I'm here to kidnap you?" The lady joked and they laughed. "You're welcome. My name's Caitlyn." "Nice to meet you, Caitlyn," She said and extended her hand for a handshake. "Nice to meet you, Kate," Caitlyn took her hand with a smile.

Lila I clenched the small slip of paper in my hands, scanning the name printed there. It wasn’t the Lycan King’s insignia. Relief flooded through me, but only for a second. My opponent was a girl I barely knew, Cassidy, quiet and unassuming. One of the few who had stayed out of the constant scheming and backstabbing among the other candidates. That didn’t mean she was weak. If anything, those who hid in the background often had the most to prove. Or hide.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.

Her lips parted in a venomous smile as she whispered to herself, “Let’s see how much you love Elara when I take away the only reason you think she matters to you.” The car rolled to a stop outside her building, but Lila stayed seated for a moment longer, staring at her reflection in the tinted window. Her eyes were sharp, her beauty unshaken despite the rage twisting inside her. This wasn’t the end. This was just the beginning. She picked up her phone again, scrolling to another number on her list. A different contact this time, not Leonard’s assistant, but someone far more skilled at… adjustments. Someone who could make medical records, DNA results, and hospital files disappear or reappear

Luna Charlotte Charlotte... My head was throbbing, and I felt terrible. I moved my head deeper into the pillow in hopes of easing the pain. My eyes opened quickly as I got up at the same time. I scanned the whole thing and tried to remember what happened. The challenges, right? The marking I had won. I forgot. I sighed and smiled as I remembered last night when he marked me and put my hand on my neck. I'm Valentina Charlotte De Luca, queen of all supernaturals. My mother showed me who and what I truly am.

“I thought I got assigned a ghost as a roommate.” She grinned like this was some sort of reunion instead of our actual first meeting, before I could decide if it was safe to say something to her she smiled again. “Hi…I’m Lila,” she spoke, as she grabbed my arm like we had been friends forever, like I’d known her my whole life. “Lila Hart…Human, theater geek, future scandal queen. And you’re Elara Quinn.” “Uh. Yeah. That’s me.” She squinted at me, still beaming. “Don't be scared or puzzled… I stalked the roommate list and I like your vibe. It’s giving.. Haunted librarian meets undercover witch.”