Lila My Brilliant Friend Novels & Stories

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.

Lila whose eyes shone with tears and then this mysterious fiancée smirking at Lila. What the fuck was going on?

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.”

“No, Emma misses me all the time! We even got to have a sleepover yesterday!” “That sounds like fun,” Dr. Lloyd said as she moved her blue marble two spots. “It was!” Lila responded. “Until I started throwing up red, and then I had to go to the hospital and that was scary and hurt a lot.” “So you, Emma, and Aria are all friends now?” Dr. Lloyd asked. Lila hesitated as she rolled the di. She rolled a four, so she moved her marble that many spaces. Her marbles were yellow which she chose because yellow was her favorite color.

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.

But Lucian raised a hand, eyes narrowed, sensing something. Then Lila—thinking the silence was fear—burst into triumphant laughter. She threw her hands up in the air, declaring, “It’s over! He’s dead! The North belongs to me!” She turned dramatically to her army. “Let this day be remembered as the day I crushed the legend himself!" As Damian’s body lay motionless on the ground, the dust slowly settled around him. Lila stood tall, triumphant, her arms spread wide like a conquering queen. Her chest rose and fell with pride, and a slow smirk crept onto her face.

Lila would want to come even if our names were making the world go crazy. We met her in the sitting room, where the morning sun poured through tall windows. Lila stood next to the fireplace with her phone clenched in her hand. She had a pale face but was full of energy. She didn’t wait for greetings. “I just saw the trailer,” she said, her voice quick and sharp. “It’s everywhere. People are talking like we just set the entire city on fire.”

For the world. She closed her eyes, focusing on the light within, the spark of goodness that still flickered within her soul. She reached out, grasping for that light, clinging to it with all her might. And slowly, gradually, the darkness began to recede. The spinning stopped, the walls faded away, the air grew lighter. Lila opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Jade's. She saw surprise in her cousin's eyes, a flicker of doubt. "You can't control me, Jade," Lila said, her voice filled with newfound strength. "I am not your pawn. I am my own person."

“Oh, how lovely. It’s such a pleasure to meet you, Lily.” I could already tell she didn’t mean it. I forced a polite smile. “Likewise.” She studied me for a second before turning back to Lucas. “We’ll talk later then.” With that, she walked out, leaving behind the faint scent of expensive perfume. The moment she was gone, I exhaled. “I don’t think she likes me.” Lucas smirked. “She doesn’t have to.” I scoffed. “And here I thought this would be easy.”