Lila Murphy Novels & Stories

Camila I stared at the mirror unsure if the person I was looking at was me. My long black was braided a tone side and left to rest on the other side of my shoulder, my brown eyes were bright yet had a sad gleam to them. I wore a long handless black gown that had a long slit, up to my knee. I applied some lipstick and paired my outfit with a silver pair of high heels.

Close enough that she had to tilt her head back slightly. “Name,” he said. “Lila Moreau.” “Age.” “Twenty-three.” “Organization.” “International Aid Coalition. I’m a field medic.” He studied her face for a long moment. His eyes were dark, intense, but not cruel. Not yet. “You were treating a child,” he said. It wasn’t a question. “Yes.” “At night. Past curfew.” She nodded. “He had shrapnel in his leg. If I left, he would have lost it. Or worse.”

“Yeah. Mind you, it’s not actually that helpful. If I murdered someone and wrote a note in one of these handwritings, it would easily be traced back to me, considering how all of these styles are by people who are connected to me. I can copy Jasper’s handwriting with a sample and a couple of weeks. I’ve got your’s down already Emmet. You doodled on my accounting work.” Lila turned around and left them both at the table, putting the shopping away into the fridges and the cupboards. “Sorry,” Emmet apologised. “Don’t. Please, give me more comics. I want to see Mickey get murdered again,” Lila answered, her eyes glinting with something that Emmet couldn’t quite understand. “Who’s Mickey?” Jasper

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

Chapter 1: Truce Under Storm Clouds The rain fell in soft, persistent sheets over the neutral meeting grounds, turning the ancient stone pavilion into a misty sanctuary. Lila stood on the left side of the gathering, her braided hair damp beneath the hood of her cream sweater, eyes reflecting a quiet sadness that mirrored the cool blue tones of the stormy sky. At twenty-one, she was the younger sister of her pack’s luna, sent as a symbol of fragile peace between two rival wolf clans. But inside, she felt like that reflective young girl in the rain—unsure, pulled by unseen forces, yet sensing a wiser path glowing faintly ahead, like golden hope breaking through clouds.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

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.

How could she condemn him for the very darkness that kept her alive? "We need to get to the firm," Lila said, pulling back and looking into his silver eyes with a fierce, sudden determination. She wasn't just his wife anymore; she was the sharpest defense attorney in New York, and her husband was about to face the trial of his life. "If Marcus walks out of those prison gates at noon, he’s going straight to Linda’s penthouse. They are going to press the U.S. Attorney’s office for an immediate arrest warrant. We have less than three hours to build a shield."

Lila called out desperately, trying to stop him, but he didn’t even glance back. One of the servants approached to comfort her. "Miss Lila, please don’t cry. It’s not good for your health." Lila had congenital heart issues and had spent years abroad undergoing treatment. Her condition had only recently stabilized. Biting her lip in frustration, Lila’s eyes filled with bitterness. That woman had stolen her brother’s affection. She wouldn’t let her get away with it. ... Selena strolled casually toward the front door when Aaron caught up to her a few moments later.

Ready to fight for her. But fate is cruel. A commotion erupts from the center of the hall. The murmurs swell as the crowd parts. And there she is. Lila. She stands dramatically illuminated by the crystal chandelier, her face streaked with tears. Her posture is carefully calculated, her hands protectively cradling her stomach. A chill creeps down my spine. No. “I can’t remain silent any longer,” she declares, her voice trembling as she projects vulnerability. The room falls into hushed silence.