Lila Hayes Novels & Stories

The first and only time she saw her cry was when her mother died. "It's nothing, Hannah," Caitlyn answered and sniffed, wiping her face with the back of her palm. "I'm fine," She said and managed to force a smile. "Are you sure?" She asked out of pure concern. "Yes, Hannah. Thank you. What brings you here?" The lady sighed and stretched a file to her. "Mr. Bernard asked me to give this to you to review after typing." "Oh, the CARIA case?" She asked, taking the file from her.

Maybe it was no longer her at all, and something else had taken over her body when her spirit left. "Daisy gave her life so you could live. So you could live and kill my unborn child." "Brax, you need to stop her" Pearl grabbed my arm. Her voice was filled with worry, which told me that she knew something I didn't. But I couldn't move. I was frozen in place, watching as Luna stood there, her power radiating off of her in waves. She raised her hand once more, ready to end Ava's life, but before she could, Pearl stepped in front of her. "Luna, don't do this", she begged. "Ava deserves to die for what she did, but not like this because it will break something in you that I'm scared we will neve

I said. "Me too. But enough about me. Tell me about you, Lily. What do you do? Where do you live? Are you happy?" I hesitated. Where did I even begin? Did I tell him about Alex? About the abuse and torture and murder attempts? About being poisoned and paralyzed? About Emma being kidnapped? Tony must have seen my expression because he jumped in smoothly. "Lily runs a nonprofit foundation that helps domestic violence survivors. She's also a published author and public speaker."

The first image was simple—yet deeply telling. Hailey Davidson. She stood under the bright sun, her long brown hair falling over her shoulders in gentle waves. Dressed in casual college attire, a sling bag on her shoulder, her face lit up with a radiant, unbothered smile. Innocent. Unaware. A painful contrast to the world that now chased her. “She’s Hailey Davidson,” Liam began, “Aiken Lynn’s illegitimate daughter. Her birth record traces back to eighteen years ago. Her mother’s name is listed as Lysa Davidson, but… beyond that, there’s no accessible record. She’s lived quietly, under the radar.”

“Lisa, I was just about to call you. I think I might—” “Wait,” she interrupted, her voice urgent. “Check your texts. I’m sending you something. You need to see this.” My stomach dropped at her tone. “What is it?” “Just look,” she said. “I’m sorry, Aaliyah.” I opened her text, a link to a gossip site. The headline screamed: Billionaire Orrin Hayes Spotted with Actress Lila Voss at Le Bernardin. My heart stopped. I clicked, and there he was—Orrin, stepping out of the restaurant, hand in hand with a stunning ginger, her smile dazzling under the paparazzi’s flash.

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

She looked at Jamira. “This is my daughter Layla, right?” Jamira looked seriously, and said yes. Lucifer got up from his seat, and walked to the woman. “Lilith, she’s been in the human world all this time. She probably doesn't know that she can breathe or not breathe and be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand right above her breast. He kissed her with a passion I had no clue could exist.

A world away from the steel-and-glass towers of Blackstone Enterprises, from the penthouse where our story had truly begun. Movement caught my eye Lila, already awake and buzzing with barely contained excitement, darting between the rose bushes with Atlas lumbering behind her. She carried a basket, no doubt collecting last-minute blooms for the decorations. At nine years old, she was all coltish limbs and boundless energy, her copper hair a riot of curls in the morning humidity.

he asks. “Oh, I’m sorry. I'm just passing through. I'm a photographer, and I saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap a few pictures.” I explain. “Well, ain’t that something. Jeff, she is a photographer, she just saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap some pictures.” He says licking his chops at me like I am a t-bone steak. “Ugh, gross. Hannah, that guy is creepy.” I hear Lily chime in. “Yep” I respond as I continue to snap pictures. Jeff comes through the door and it's his turn to devour me with his creepy eyes.

envy? "I don't think we've met," she said, her voice sharp. "I'm Lila. I own the Lila Rose fashion houses." I gave her a careful, polite smile. "I'm Scarlett. It's a beautiful event." Lila’s eyes got cool. She looked from the necklace back to my face. I saw a new, wary respect in her look. "Yes," she said, her voice less sharp than before. "It is." She snapped her small purse closed and walked out. She left a smell of expensive perfume behind.