Lila Rose Author Novels & Stories

Chapter 32 Just A Stranger. Lyla Atelo. The way his breath fanned my neck... The proximity... It was all too much. "Sage..." A strangled sound escaped my mouth. His cologne filled my senses, coiled itself around my entire being. His fingers were still on my lips, and his eyes were there... Staring at them... The yearning in his eyes to kiss them... "What do you want, Lyla? Tell me." The low command of his voice sent shivers down my spine.

The girl leaned close, and the boy looked up at her, the corners of his eyes curving slightly. His gaze was full of her. He smiled and pointed to the flowerpot she had just placed nearby. Half teasing, he said, “Then Cecilia is a red rose. Delicate and thorny. Only I can afford to take care of you.” Cecilia turned and looked at the roses Lucas had placed in the room that morning. And tears streamed silently down her face.

Emma stood on the deck, watching women dance around the fire pit, Lila squealing with laughter as she tried to keep up. Claire joined her. "Remember when you said you didn’t know if you were strong enough for this?" Emma smiled. "I wasn’t. Then. But I let myself grow into it." Claire clinked her cup to Emma’s. "To growing." That night, after Lila was in bed and the house had quieted, Emma pulled out her memoir draft. She reread the first chapter, heart beating fast. She’d sent it to a small publisher a month ago. The editor, a woman named Rosa, had responded with enthusiasm and insight. They were interested. Deeply interested.

The fire whispered, a lullaby of rage and power, promising that this was only the beginning. Serena stepped back, blending into the shadow of the nearest oak. Damien’s figure loomed on the horizon, a distant, unknowable force—her future tether, a reminder of what had been stolen, a challenge to reclaim. Lucia, rattled, stumbled to regain composure, but Serena did not give her the satisfaction of immediate recognition. She was the unseen storm now, the living ember that refused to die.

In the capital of Eldoria, citizens looked up as the night sky momentarily flared with a breathtaking, comforting warmth, casting out every remaining shadow of doubt. On the shore of the crystal lake, the stone bench sat empty, but the water remained perfectly still, reflecting the eternal light of the stars above. The story of Seraphina—the broken Luna who rose to become the savior of creation—had reached its final page. But the light she had brought into the world would shine, unbroken and beautiful, for all eternity.

The realization made her cheeks warm, a mixture of embarrassment and something softer, more tender. As the afternoon light slanted golden through the library's high windows, Lila found herself looking forward to Saturday with a cautious optimism. Whatever happened, she had a feeling life was about to get a whole lot more interesting. WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2

I sit on the couch, adjusting instinctively, and then she’s in my arms. And just like that— I get it. Margaret Rose looks at me. That’s the thing no one really prepares you for. Not the size, not the weight, not even the quiet warmth of her, it’s the way she looks. Completely. Fully. Like you are the most interesting thing in her world for that exact moment and she has nothing else to do but study you. She looks at me. I look at her. “Hi,” I say softly. “I’m Lila. I’ve known your mother for fourteen years, and I need you to understand something early, you are going to have an extraordinary role model.”

Her heart thundered with anticipation as she called her three spies, saddled her black horse, and began the journey to what she thought would be Damian’s grave—and Ella’s final breath. Back in the dark throne room, Lila sipped her wine and whispered softly to herself. “Let’s see if the devil truly sleeps… or if this is the trap I fear it is.” And somewhere, in the shadows of the icy dungeon, Rose screamed soundlessly as blood dripped from her mouth—still hearing Damian’s haunting words echo in her ears: "Watch, Rose. Watch and see what I do to your queen.”

I could hear the car start behind me as he reversed and drove out of the car park. I breached the entrance, stepping into the mass hallway as I swivelled past loads of people who were standing around chatting and getting in my way. I walked down the long hallway as my class came into view at the end of the hall. My footsteps came to a stop when I felt someone place their hand on my shoulder. I twisted my head around to come face to face with Lillian Dale. Her blue eyes, which are outlined with mascara, are watching me accusingly. She blinks a few times, revealing the dark eyeshadow she is wearing as she flips her blonde hair over her shoulder. She's wearing a skimpy black top and jean shorts

She placed her pinky finger on her bottom lip, her eyeballs rolled up as she glanced above, struggling to come up with a response. “You see, you’ve got nothing,” Liam laughed triumphantly, his voice ringing with victory while Lila pouted, squeezing her face in a frown. “Me, I love mummy more than you which is why I brought her this!” He announced dramatically as he stepped out in front of me, bringing out his hands from his back in a cartoonish style to reveal a rose flower that was withered from too much handling. “Taalahhh…”