Lila Murphy Novels & Stories

"Especially when it requires admitting mistakes. But the alternative is continuing to fail the people we're meant to serve. I won't do that. Not to Lila's memory, and not to the beneficiaries counting on us." The applause was strong but not universal. Some guests looked uncomfortable. Then Morrison took the stage. She looked nervous, gripping the podium. "My name is Jennifer Morrison. I worked with Lila Blackwood for two years before her death." The room went silent. "Lila was brilliant and kind and desperately unhappy," Morrison continued. "She told me once that the foundation felt like a prison. That she couldn't make decisions without approval, couldn't speak freely, couldn't be herself."

Everything had happened so fast, I was shocked when she contacted me and asked for us to meet in person, I always thought Clair was a man, turns out he's a she and she's been in my life since I could remember. It was a pity no one really knows who she is, I had the chance to meet her personally a while back, everything just takes time, she was a generous yet painful woman, she can take you whole life and leave you with nothing, in the end you'll still be wondering how she did it. "So, Camila Brinx is dead, what's next?" I ask Clair, she chuckles softly, turning her feline eyes up at me. I keep forgetting she's a real person, the way she just turns her eyes up at you and smiles, it was like s

I never knew they'd be this amazing! I walked over to Blaine and Lainee who were smiling widely, surrounded by nail polish, pizza boxes, and magazines. I plopped next to them on the floor and waited for someone to break the silence. "I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable earlier. We only want to help," Lainee apologized. I smiled. "It's fine. It's just hard to talk or think about the situation at the moment," I replied. They nodded in unison. "Well, I'm Luna Lainee. Since I didn't get to formally introduce myself a earlier."

Lilith mumbled, melting in Damon's arms, Unfortunately, that's impossible we are demons it's in our nature to kill but how can I blame her, the other day she was just an ordinary girl, from a little town who dreamt big, in her heart, she knew that she was different, but she tried so hard to push it all aside, and now she is expected to rule a kingdom all by her self, but either way, Eve should be killed, “I— going to catch some fresh air,” I mumbled, walking towards the door,

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.

“No. No, I would remember that.” “Would you?” he asked softly. Her hands trembled. “You mean they… they did something to me?” He looked away. “Something you can’t undo.” A sudden buzz shattered the silence—Lila’s phone lighting up again. Another message. Her throat tightened as she read the words. “Welcome to The Circle, Sister.” Attached was a live photo—Riley standing outside the cabin, her hand pressed to the window. Smiling. Watching.

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.