Lila Murphy Novels & Stories

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.

Lila The first thing I was aware of was a male voice in the distance. Each word was pulling me to wake up but my chest felt heavy and God did my body hurt. I knew that voice. It belonged to the morning news anchor on Channel 8. Derrick Green. He had interviewed me three months ago and I found myself watching him everyday since then. He had a lovely voice and an even lovelier face, something Orion had always been jealous about. “…tragic news reaching our desk this morning. Lila Sterling, heiress and CEO elect of Sterling Global, is in critical condition after a fall from a balcony last night during her engagement to her long time boyfriend Orion Vale. Doctors say she may not make it, reportin

By the time we had to leave L'ambrosie, she had asked almost everything about me, my hobbies and well, the reason I wore the ring always which was the only thing I couldn't answer right. I had also occasionally asked about her and she telling me, her favorite color was blue, a social media strategist for different companies which had me gazing clueless for being out of the ordinary. Her favorite person was me which I could doubt but not dared to cause of the way she always gazed at me and lastly saying that she had chronic lymphocyte leukemia.

CHAPTER 1 My hands are shaking as I grip the dry-erase marker. Twenty-two years old, brand-new teacher, first day at Westridge High, and I already feel like the room is closing in on me. Twenty-five seniors stare back, but only one pair of eyes matters. Lila Vale sits dead center in the front row, legs crossed high, plaid skirt short enough that the hem barely covers the tops of her thighs. She’s eighteen. Just turned, according to her file but she looks at me like she already knows every filthy secret I’ve ever tried to hide. Her lips are glossy, parted just enough that I catch the pink flash of her tongue when she smiles.

“Riley could be anywhere, and Ethan… I don’t even want to think about him.” Lila shook her head, voice low. “We have to anticipate her moves. She knows how I think. How I feel. That’s her advantage.” Cade frowned. “Then we’ll force her to react instead.” Good. Keep him alive. Riley watched from a surveillance alcove, hidden behind the shadows of a reinforced wall. She had patched herself together after the explosion, exploiting the chaos to stay undetected. Her knife was gone, but she had more dangerous tools: psychological manipulation, cunning, and a deep knowledge of Lila’s weaknesses.

Thomas said with pride. Lila took a deep breath and sat her butt down on the soft couch. "I'm sure he would start preparing to get a wife once I state my conditions to him" Thomas affirmed. "I hope so" Lila replied. She's happy now with what her husband said. She's sure Travis won't want to loss everything. To while away time, Lila took her phone from the couch and opened her YouTube app to check if Annie had drop any new videos. She doesn't know who the girl is but she has developed an unconditional love for this girl she met online. She's a you tuber who does make up tutorials and while at it, she gives words of encouragement to keep her fans happy while doing her make up.

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.

"I'm not sure if I've entirely disarmed the devious falsehoods calling for my capitulation just yet. But she's rekindling embers inside me that I thought had died long ago. Mia's gaze sparked with intrigue as she took in each sinuous undulation of Lila's signing hands. Aside from a little tilt at the corners of her broad mouth, she remained emotionless. _"When Yuria tried to tear me apart with her hateful venom once more, I...embraced the resonance of Julia's pledges to draw strength," _Lila concluded, an intense eagerness coursing through her movements. _ "And in doing so, I found reserves to not only endure the onslaught but to channel it into something more transcendent and liberating."_

Elara said with a frown. Later that morning, Lila went to the Healing House. She found one of her former close friends, a girl named Sienna, sorting herbs alone. “Sienna,” Lila said calmly. “Can I talk to you for a moment?” Sienna looked surprised but nodded. “What do you want?” Lila took a deep breath. “I know you have a secret the one about you meeting a rogue wolf last month. I won’t tell anyone… if you help me.” Sienna’s face paled. “How did you?”

Mine was this room. The problem with Lila, the specific and particular problem that made her different from every other threat we'd dealt with, was that she couldn't be beaten the way you beat most enemies. You couldn't corner her militarily without her burning the whole structure down on her way out. You couldn't discredit her publicly without evidence that was airtight, because she had spent years building a version of herself that was so carefully constructed that allegations without proof bounced off her reputation like water off sealed stone. She was charming and measured and politically embedded in ways that made direct confrontation costly. She always had an answer. She always had a w