Lila Hayes Novels & Stories

I decided to follow the sound hoping for the best. I got to the kitchen, suddenly heaving a sigh of relief as soon as I laid my eyes on her. She stood by the sink, slowly stirring a mix of flour and cocoa in a bowl. Her white Apron had a few stains but she looked relaxed and engrossed in her work. She hadn't noticed me in the tensive room full of maids who were tensive at my presence. The woman close to the entrance shakily went down on her knees and they all stopped what they were doing, drawing Lena's attention to me. She stopped stirring, slowly dropping the bowl and dusting her hands on her apron.

JJ shows Daniel into my mother’s sitting room. “Hi Mr Fields, please call me Lily.” I narrow my eyes at JJ who blushes. I should really take what I can get, at least Lillian is not, Miss Blackwood. I shake Daniel’s outreached hand. “I wouldn’t be comfortable with Lily; may I call you Miss Blackwood?” he asks politely “No, you may not” his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Okay. Lily.” I smile. “This is Lucas Craven.” “Mr Craven is fine.” I narrow my eyes and roll my eyes at Luke. Men! JJ starts to leave.

Prince Hayden came out of the crowd, and Lilith's eyes widened in surprise as she had never thought Arianna would think of bringing Lila's husband to the pack. "Prince Hayden, you're Lila's husband and you've been married to her for two years so you must know everything about her, right?" Arianna asked. "Yes," Hayden replied, his piercing eyes only on Lyra who just looked down, finally realizing that her game would be over soon. "Did Princess Lila ever suffer a miscarriage?" Arianna asked delicately.

Tony was silent and also confused on what to do, Linda on her own was scared and fearful right now, because her image was pulled down from an higher ground, and when she fell, it was going to be a great fall. Amidst the duo thought, Linda phone suddenly rang out, Tony checked out the caller and it was Lucy calling, Linda picked up immediately "Hey Lucy." Linda said while trying to be brave. "Mom did you see what was trending on the social media right now?" Lucy asked in a quick succession. Linda heaved out loudly. "It's not social media alone honey, it's everywhere on Atlas t.v." Linda said. "What! That was too quick, But how did Alexis managed this all over a night, I mean she just turn the

“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.”

How are you feeling? ​LILA > (soft, glowing, a picture of false humility) I’ve never been more ready. James is my soulmate. We found each other in the wreckage. And now? Now we’re building a future. ​TANYA > It’s so beautiful. And I have to ask—who’s going to be your maid of honor? ​Lila smiled. A slow, gentle, predatory smile. ​And then she said the name that froze Amara’s heart in her chest. “Amara Collins.”

And laughed. “Say Mulder, do you enjoy chasing teenage girls down country side roads and looking up their skirts, because if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re going to end up just doing that,” Lila declared out, a wide smile stretching over her face, before she closed her eyes and let her head drop down into her hands, elbows resting on her knees. She had their attention now. Good.

She stood in her lace undergarments, watching as his eyes raked her body. "I want you to fuck me, Alexander." CHAPTER 1: Lila Evans’ heart pounded in her chest as she climbed the marble steps leading to the grand Harrington Manor. The estate was nothing short of breathtaking, with its gardens, towering columns, and stonework. As she reached the massive front doors, she paused, eyes wide in awe. This was nothing like the modest life she’d known. Her hands trembled slightly as she adjusted her simple, yet neat, uniform.

“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.

Amir brings out physical drives, old-school encryption, systems that require hands and presence and consent. “This is slower,” Jade says, watching cables snake across the dining table. “Yes,” Amir replies. “That’s the point.” Lila sits with a notebook instead of her phone. Paper feels strange in her hands—solid, untraceable. She writes names. Dates. Fragments of stories. Not full accounts. Just enough to honor existence. “She was seventeen,” she says suddenly. “The art account. She posted at night because that’s when she felt safe.” Jade looks up. “Did she tell anyone?”