Lila Murphy Novels & Stories

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.

His expression remained calm, polite, as if he weren’t secretly touching me while my mother planned their wedding. “Tell me about yourself, Lila,” Marcus said smoothly, voice deep and authoritative. The same voice that had commanded me to come for him last night. “Your mom says you’re in college. What are you studying?” “Communications,” I muttered, trying to ignore the way his foot slid higher, tracing the sensitive skin behind my knee. “I want to work in marketing or PR someday.” “Impressive,” he replied, eyes locking onto mine. “You strike me as someone with a lot of potential. Strong. Passionate.” The last word carried a hidden weight that made my nipples tighten against the soft fabric

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.

"They were pathetic, blind vipers who didn't deserve to breathe the same air as you. You are a masterpiece, Lila. You are my entire world. If they were alive today, I would burn their names out of the earth for what they said to you." "I know," Lila murmured, a soft, beautiful tear slipping down her cheek, instantly chased away by Adrian’s warm thumb. "But I didn't need you to burn them today, Adrian. I needed to see it for myself. I needed to look at Linda in that gray jumpsuit, with iron around her wrists, and realize that the misfortune wasn't mine. It was theirs. I needed to bury the little girl they abused, and leave her in that cell forever." The final defense mechanism of her past com

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.

Clean. I sat on the floor and let myself breathe for a second. Then my phone rang. Lila. My best friend in New York. Also a fellow mafia heiress, though with far better taste in men. “Hey girl!” she chirped, her voice spilling through the speaker like sunshine. “Ready to go shopping? Sorry we’re not doing a joint party this year—blame my boyfriend. He’s insisting I host it separately. I think he’s planning something. Maybe a proposal? I mean, it has been two years and he’s been acting all weird and romantic…”

"I've never felt more ALIVE!" "We need to take you to a doctor—" Who? "Someone with areas of expertise in this." Ah! So that's where the little bitch had been the whole time, "Skulking in the shadows, I see!" "She's been here the whole time, sissy." My lily of the valley! Oh, the song in my heart! The only one who understood me! Lilia was still perfect—little ringlets, white dress, shinned patent leather white shoes—she'd gotten her doll's head back from the corpse of that miserable c*nt Maud. She hadn't even screamed when the bitch's throat had been slit. Or, so I was told. I had been upstairs—

Professor's Pet Chapter 1: The Punishment The lecture hall had emptied hours ago, leaving only the faint echo of departing students and the low hum of the air conditioning. Lila sat alone in the front row, her heart pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat. At twenty-one, she was a straight-A student, meticulous and careful—until tonight. The plagiarism accusation had come out of nowhere, a cruel twist that threatened everything she had worked for.

He caught my eye and gave the barest nod. All clear. For now. It happened between one breath and the next. Lila stood on the small dais near her centerpiece, a massive canvas titled “The Light After.” A swirling storm of blacks and grays giving way to radiant gold. Her voice, usually so shy in crowds, rang clear as she explained her inspiration. “Sometimes the dark is really just… waiting for you to be brave enough to turn on the light.” The applause was just starting when the first window shattered. I didn’t hear the gunshot, not at first. Just the explosion of glass, the screams, the sudden chaos as bodies hit the floor.