Lila My Brilliant Friend Novels & Stories

That was the last thing I wanted actually. Mentally, I scrolled back through the last couple of years. Lila and I spoke on the phone several times a week. I’d heard about her friend Clio countless times. Lila had described her as shy but funny and insanely talented (her words). She’d also told me before she drove down to Malibu that her friend would be coming with her because she’d had a really shitty few months and a nasty breakup. I knew a little something about nasty breakups, and I’d told her at the time that I thought Malibu would be a good idea for her friend. What better way to get over an idiot than by spending a couple of months in the sand and under the sun?

Lila lets out a dramatic gasp. “You’ve finally snapped.” “I have not snapped.” “You absolutely have.” “I said one thing.” “To Beckett Cross.” “Yes.” “The Beckett Cross?” “Unfortunately.” She points at me. “You’re lucky you’re my best friend because otherwise I’d ask for an autograph.” A reluctant laugh escapes before I can stop it. The corner of her mouth lifts immediately. There it is. The reason Lila always knows when I’m struggling. She can find cracks in even my worst days.

She reached out, voice a scream inside Lila’s mind: You will not survive me this time. Lila felt herself being pulled toward Harper, her energy flaring dangerously. She could fight… or she could run. The red aura around her flickered violently, threatening to collapse entirely. Cade shouted, “Lila! Now!” Adrian raised a hand. “Do it. Whatever it takes!” Heart hammering, mind screaming, Lila made a choice. She gathered every fragment of her power, focusing on Harper’s presence, refusing to submit. With a scream that echoed in the tunnels, she unleashed a wave of energy aimed directly at Harper’s consciousness.

She turned just in time to see Lila storming through the café doors, her oversized sunglasses perched like armor and her tote bag swinging like a weapon. “Oh, thank God,” Grace muttered under her breath. Damien arched a brow. “Friend of yours?” Before Grace could answer, Lila slid into the seat beside her, glaring at Damien like he was the villain in a soap opera. “Oh, don’t ‘friend’ me. I know exactly who you are.” Damien smirked, unbothered. “Do you?” “Yes,” Lila shot back. “You’re Damien Blackwood. Billionaire. Infamous. Probably has a secret lair somewhere. And now you’re sitting across from my best friend like you own the place.”

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?"

“Only until I realised, you’d meant it. What child feels guilty for eating something they love then throwing up?” As was often the case, I could feel the dark clouds lifting. Lilia had the power to turn my rainiest days into sunshine and remind me about the light at the end of every dark tunnel. A warmth filled me, raising my mood just enough to make all the difference. I looked to Jayden, eager to share my joy with him. “This is Lilia, my mom and best friend; one of my reasons for living.” “Sheesh, kid; he doesn’t need your life story,” she teased.

Lyla said almost crying when she couldn't contain her guilt any more. Lily was taken aback by Lyla's words. "Lyla, why? Did I do anything wrong?" Lily asked in confusion. Lyla snapped and with the little strength she had, yelled at Lily. "That is the problem, Lily. You are too kind, too caring, too perfect. Can't you do something evil even for once in your life? Leave me alone. I am bad, I am evil...." Lyla continued to yell at Lily but her voice trailed off as she began to pant for air.

Lilly Monday morning rolled in as a bill in the mail. It was raining and I dropped my phone on the ground so now it is in bits and pieces. Then the bus never showed up and when the next one came it was already crowded beyond what should be allowed. To make things worse, the disgusting man that always sits next to me, stood right behind me. I am sure that I felt his hands on my butt more than ten times. And when the busdriver made a hard break he grabbed my hips and rubbed whatever part of his groin he could from beneath his fat stomach, against my behind.

I can barely fight it on a good day, he uses it on me only when he's worried about me. “I would love to, Theodore.” She walked closer to him as she spoke. “Lila got mad at the sight of these kids, and how they live. She looked at me in anger. I know I have done nothing to help though, so maybe I deserve it. Lila ran at me with her palms out; ready to slap me. You tried to stop her, but she pushed you down. Luckly, you caught yourself before you hit the floor. Lila continued to run at me. When she was close to hitting me in the face, your friend walked in, and stopped her. Lila was talked out of hitting me, but was overwhelmed with sorrow. She started crying and fell to her knees.” She reall