Lila Catherine Novels & Stories

Lila Moreau. She was stunning in the most casual way tight jeans, a cropped white shirt, hair in loose waves. The photographer had told Kai she was the new face for the campaign. Kai had seen the photos online. She was everywhere. And now she was standing ten feet away, looking straight at him with a smile that felt like it was aimed at Damien. “Hi,” she said, voice smooth. “You’re Kai, right? The one who looks just like the old campaign shots. I’m Lila. I’m so excited to be working with you.”

a voice purred, smooth and young against the rustle of the crops. Lila. The landowner’s daughter. Twenty-two, with hair like spun gold and eyes that held the mischief of a city he’d never seen. She wore a simple sundress, but it clung to her in ways that made his old, tired blood stir with a heat he despised. “A shame?” he grunted, not stopping his work. “A shame that such strength… such rough hands… are wasted on dirt.” She stepped closer, her scent—something floral and expensive—mixing with the earthy smell of the field. “Don’t you ever want to use them for something… finer?”

They moved around the room with easy familiarity, preparing tools and jewelry. “You must be Lila,” Jax said, his deep voice sending a small shiver through her. He looked her up and down slowly. “You’re even prettier than you sounded on the phone.” Kai smiled warmly as he adjusted the lighting. “Nervous?” “A little,” Lila admitted, tucking a strand of her auburn hair behind her ear. She was wearing a simple white tank top and a flowing black skirt. At twenty-six, she had never done anything this bold before.

I warn her. "How dare you to call our King by his given name" she raises her hand to hit me. Li blocks her. "You are making a very big mistake Catherine. She doesn't need another maid" a smile comes to my face at the maid comment. Wait, Catherine? Is she not the sister of Max? But they seem to be opposites. Max is polite, friendly, and warm. She is snobby and arrogant. But they both still have one thing in common. They both like Darius. I think she likes him, a little too much.

That would make sense if she were part of some satanic ceremony. Suddenly she can feel the shape of the dried blood on her forehead and just knows that it, too, is a pentagram. It is no longer a nice sensation and she wants to scream again, sure that her lungs are now capable of bringing the whole building down. But now she is unable to move a muscle, let alone scream. She finds that she can’t even blink, although her eyes are drying up and stinging quite badly. There is a sudden loud electrical crackle. Sparks of electricity come from the points of the pentagram around her. And then Isabelle knows no more.

"Don’t bother about her. Let’s just continue. We’re almost done.'' She turned to the priest. ''Keep going!'' But Ethan sharply let go of Lily’s hand, his gaze fixed on Catherine. She looked familiar, but he couldn’t remember why. Catherine walked closer, speaking through the mic. ''I know you’re confused, Ethan. You don’t understand what’s happening because so much has been kept from you. But I’m here to reveal the truth, and to show everyone what kind of person that bitch really is.'' She pointed at Lily. Lily stormed down the aisle, her voice low and furious. ''What the hell are you doing, Catherine? If you ruin this day, I swear I’ll murder you.'' Catherine smirked. ''I dare you.''

My entire body felt completely frozen. “Lila?” Cassidy-Ann said with a timid frown, eyeing me from the stage. “Come to the stage, please. Everybody is waiting.” “I can’t move…” I said for only Enzo’s ears. He frowned at me. “You’re Lila… daughter of Alpha Bastien and Luna Selene. You can literally do anything.” “I’ve never spoken to an audience this big before…” “There’s a first time for everything,” Enzo shrugged, only this time he gave me a small nudge towards the stage.

She flinched back and submitted. "You're so hot when you're angry. I love it," she said chuckling as she brought her eyes back to mine. I'm sure they're still pitch black because I could see the fear visible on her face, though I know she's trying to hide it. "I, Alpha Tate Dreg banish you, Lisa Youngblood from my pack," the words just flowed from my mouth easily. Like saying hello. I felt Cato grin in victory, but I on the other hand felt kind of bad. She may have been a bitch but she was still a good warrior in our pack.

“A third organization, the one that had her scheduled to co-chair a children’s literacy event in December, has apparently found a scheduling conflict.” I thought about Lila in bed reading the article on Saturday morning. Her conversation with Catherine Marsh. The specific calculation of a woman who had made a desperate move and had watched it become irrelevant before it could land. I thought about Isabella asking if she was sad and the careful way Lila had said so am I. “Is she all right?” I said. Victoria was quiet for a moment. “That’s an interesting question given the circumstances.” “It’s the question I’m asking.” “Catherine says she’s processing,” Victoria said. “She’s moving forward wi

Catherine would walk Lily down the aisle since Richard couldn't be there to give away his daughter. "Are you sure about Catherine?" I asked Lily one night. "We could ask Mr. Martinez or leave that part out entirely." "Catherine's been like a mother to me since I started at Thompson Enterprises." Lily's eyes were wet. "She supported me when the board doubted me, believed in me when I doubted myself. She should be the one." The vendors we chose were artists Lily admired. A photographer whose work she'd followed for years. A florist who created installations that looked like paintings. A cake designer who made edible sculptures.