Lila Hayes Novels & Stories

Lily. Five years old, blonde hair, green eyes—Carter eyes, my eyes. Ella had hidden her from me, kept my own flesh and blood a secret while she ran, while she built her perfect little life with Hayes. My heart pounded, a chaotic mess of rage, betrayal, and something raw I couldn’t name—grief, maybe, or longing for something I’d never known I had.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Ella's POV "Mommy!" I heard a voice cry. "Mama! Higher!" I was in a green, misty field with a singular swing and on it sat Lili. I'd always thought Lili was the most similar to me. Although only four years old, she was already fiercely opinionated and was never afraid for her voice to be heard. Physically too. Leo and I were fairly similar in appearance, male and female aside, but she seemed to have still managed to adopt my traits more. A lighter tan unlike Leo's honey brown and light, close to white with blonde hair.

Soon I was done fixing her hair and she ordered me to pick out the best glow polish to Polish her red tails. I left and went into her luxury decorated room to pick out a glow red Polish and started polishing her tails to give it a glowing sparkle. Luciana is a spoilt princess who takes everybody as trash and she has no regards to people she feels too full of herself because she gets whatever things she wants at a snap of her hands. I envy her a little because ever since I was born I have been suffering haven't had a taste of motherhood no one to run to I've been depressed so many times and I've learnt to live with it.

long black hair down to her shoulder dressed in a black rob. "I have too lilith. I can't let Abaddon steer us all to the Galats. " "And your ruling? " "you can do that for me can't you big sister?" "Don't listen lilith. get her over to me." growled Abaddon. "Bye." responded Hecate flying up the alleys with her brown wings building a shield to avoid scratches. "go get her." screamed Abaddon to his men as they all turned in to there wings. lilith though stayed still smirking at herself as she watched them go up the streams. when she spotted Abaddon take the sky, she grabbed his leg pulling him back to the ground.

The complete shift in the atmosphere threw Ellaine off-guard. “Girl, you’re a smart one. You know what the Fates meant.” “But I don’t! And who ARE these Fates you’re talking about?” “Then ask your Aunt Caroline. Tell her these words ‘When buds are roses and seeds are green.’” “I don’t understand you!” "Belive me, I don't understand myself either. But the holy Fates wanted you to know that.

Meanwhile, Jelena Savage was facing a challenge in her office. On her desk was a letter and painted on the letter was the lifelike image of a beautiful white lily. This was the presence of Primal, the white Lily represented unblemished Al. The claim of Primal was to restore the Al race to what they originally were. It was popularly known among humans and Al that Primal had caused the Crisis but the Coalition Administration and leaders of the Human Alliance knew better.

she said and sit on her desk. "Amber, Celestia." I was about to stand up when I saw Celestia 2.0 go in the front. I almost forgot that I'm in Hilary's body. This event. I remember this event. "Congrats Hilary! She got the highest score of ninety-nine over a hundred!" Our teacher says before giving me the paper. I look at the paper and the score. I look at Celestia 2.0 but she avoids my eye contact.

Her voice was like a thin blade. “This is Miss Hayes, Tira,” one of the stylists said. Tira finally turned her gaze to me. Her eyes were dark, polished, and entirely vacant of heat. She was the woman from the photographs in the library…the one Sergei Volkov called the daughter he never had. “Darian has such strange tastes lately,” Tira said. She stepped closer, circling me. Who is she? “Stand up, Liora. Let’s see what five hundred thousand dollars actually buys these days.”

An unfamiliar feminine voice interrupted, startling them. They looked back but only saw Hilda holding her laptop. "Where is that voice coming from?" Dawson asked furiously. "Father, it's here." Hilda replied showing off her laptop where she was on a video call with a lady. "Good Evening, Marlowes! I'm Laila Creed!" She greeted, her bright blue eyes twinkling before the camera.