Lila Catherine Novels & Stories

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

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 was hoping we could discuss the upcoming investor’s gala.” I watched as she placed a manicured hand on his desk, leaning in slightly. Lucas barely reacted. “Not now, Veronica.” She pouted, but her eyes flickered toward me. “Oh, is this…?” “My wife,” Lucas said flatly. “Lily, this is Veronica Hayes, head of PR.” Veronica’s lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Oh, how lovely. It’s such a pleasure to meet you, Lily.”

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.

She stopped stirring, slowly dropping the bowl and dusting her hands on her apron. She bowed her head and wrung her wrist as she struggled to speak up. “What's going on here?” I cut in with a sharp tone, glaring at the maid on their knees. Lena had flour covered all over her bodies while the maids watched her like a spectacle when it was their job to work. They froze and trembled to speak up. “G… good… morning,” she spoke up, nervous and faint. “Is anyone going to answer my question?” I thundered.

Lila had always been drawn to the forbidden. Twenty-six, with a curvy body she usually hid under oversized sweaters, soft pale skin, and long auburn hair that fell in waves down her back, she lived alone in her grandmother’s old Victorian house on the outskirts of town.

Fire needs stone, pup—she’s yours, guard! Lila stood by the altar, 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 steady, sketching the runes, but her fingers paused, catching the ash scent, a shadow on her joy. Spark, her wolf, yipped vibrantly, tail wagging, but wary. You’re their star, Lila—draw, shine, watch!

Forty years. Lila was now sixty-four, a woman who had transcended ordinary desire and become the living heart of their shadowed empire. Mother of seventeen children and grandmother to many more. Her body told the story of decades of total surrender — lush, heavy breasts that still responded to the slightest touch, generous hips shaped by countless pregnancies, and a soft, full figure that radiated mature, unapologetic sensuality. The diamond collar around her throat had become a masterpiece of craftsmanship, embedded with rare black opals that caught every flicker of light.

—Irina, I'm not understanding you. —It happens that yesterday I tried to communicate with you all day, we had a visit to the vineyard —she reminded him annoyed—You are my best friend and the only one, but I need if you are going to be with me in the preparations for my wedding, otherwise I will accept the help From Saul's sister, my sister-in-law would be delighted to participate in her brother's wedding. — Luciana closed her eyes upon hearing the hurt tone of her friend, she did not want to disappoint her, she had said it well, she was her best friend and her only one.

“I don’t like them either especially after what she did to you.” I chuckle at the way her lips curled into a snarl. “Nothing I’m not used to.” Lila focuses on me, eyes sullen. “You shouldn’t be used to that. They are evil people.” She frowned. “Are you talking about us?” Cassandra’s annoyingly high-pitched echoed throughout the space. Cassandra wore a hot-pink latex mini dress, brushing wavy curls over her shoulder. She was going for barbie and instead looked like a highlighter. Meeting her overly zealous stare, taking a sip of my coffee.