Lila My Brilliant Friend Novels & Stories

When the meeting finally adjourns, the room empties quickly, leaving only Lila and Adrian. She turns to him, her eyes blazing. "What was that?" Adrian raises an eyebrow. "What was what?" "Your constant interruptions," Lila snaps. "Do you enjoy humiliating me in front of the board?" Adrian’s expression remains impassive. "I was merely offering my perspective." "Perspective?" Lila lets out a bitter laugh. "You weren’t helping, Adrian. You were undermining me." He takes a step closer, his gaze piercing. "Undermining you? Or exposing the cracks in your perfect little plan?"

I observe the smoke spiral upwards as if it’s attempting to form words in a tongue the city taught it when we weren’t paying attention. It reads as 27. I’m not by myself here. Lila is already sitting on the ledge like a gargoyle wearing a hoodie the flare gun resting on her lap rounds glowing faintly golden under the moonlight. She no longer smokes,. She accepts the cigarette from my hand without permission takes a long drag then returns it with a nod that means we’re still alive and that’s sufficient, for the moment. “Dreams?" she inquires softly. “ one " I reply, blowing smoke into the darkness. "Isla sitting on the throne. Crown large for her head. Eyes glowing red like traffic lights. Gr

I looked at the flame. I didn’t reach for it. Not yet. Back at the tent, Lila was awake, sitting cross-legged with her hands pressed to her chest. “I heard you speaking,” she said when I entered. “I couldn’t hear the words. But I felt them.” I knelt beside her. “I saw her. Truly saw her.” “She’s scared,” Lila whispered. “But not of you. Of being erased again.” “She won’t be,” I said. Lila’s fingers curled into mine. “Then say yes.”

At one point, she'd been my best friend. Lila was a witch. When we first met, she was practicing revival magic on dying flowers in the garden. Even though she looked way younger, I was only a year older, but it never mattered. I wasn't a witch and couldn't do magic, which made everything she did all the more fascinating. I used to sit and watch her bring dead petals back to life. Eventually, she noticed me, smiled, and waved me over.

It was as if every other meal I’d ever had had been a mockery of this sublime moment. “And that,” said Salem, “is how lilitu feed.” He pulled out of me, and the warm remains of his seed trickled down onto my inner thighs. He smiled at me, and in spite of myself, I smiled back. My back stung, and I was still bleeding around my wings, but I didn’t care. I turned to the looking glass again to examine my new appendages.

Matty walked Briella to the podium and tapped her elbow lightly to stop her in front of the microphone, and Lila marveled at the small system they had developed with one another. “My name is Briella,” she began, and the entire gathering went so quiet you could hear the wind move wistfully through the trees. “My friends call my Brie,” she explained and then Azreal’s worst nightmare began to unfold, “she’s blind,” someone yelled from the crowd and as Azreal began to growl Briella touched her father's arm but addressed the crowd.

She turned slowly, and there she was. Lila. Older, sharper, more dangerous somehow. Her once unruly hair was now sleek and dark, brushing her shoulders. A tailored black coat clung to her form, the edges damp from rain. But the eyes were the same—amber, knowing, the kind that could undress a person with a single look. “Lila?” Maya’s voice came out as a whisper. “What are you doing here?” Lila smiled faintly, stepping closer. “This retreat belongs to a friend. She said one of her artists reminded her of someone I used to know. I had to see for myself.”

I smiled at them both, happy to have met them. "Everyone calls me Bray. It's easier," Brayleigh added right after. I nodded at her. "Well, I'm Alison. But a lot of people just call me Ali." Lila and Brayleigh both looked like they were about to burst with excitement and it made me happy. I was glad to finally meet some new people. Lila was stunning. She had dark blonde hair, which was long and stopped in the middle of her back. She wasn't tall, but she was slim. She has curvy hips and masculine arms and legs. She had bright blue eyes and wonderful skin. She was truly gorgeous.

Everyone except Lin. She walked to the window. Rain on her face. Eyes closed. Smiling. "Finally," she said. "An ending." She stepped out. I lunged. Caught her wrist. One hand. Slipping. "Let go," she said. "It's better. I'm tired, Yan. Tired of seeing. Tired of being seen." "Then close your eyes." I pulled. Hard. "Be blind again. But stay." She looked at me. Really looked.

She narrowed her eyes at me, obviously not knowing what she was supposed to do with me. “Do you need help with anything?” she asked, and I shook my head. “I just need you to help me get the fuck out of here.” I said in pain. She frowned, before she burst out laughing. “The doctor said you were going to be hallucinating after you managed to regain consciousness again, but this is just funny. I’m Olivia, Lila’s friend. And we are both in Lila’s house. Lila isn’t a serial killer. You don’t have to bother about her killing you.”