Lilah Black Novels & Stories

Me: I know, but we just had this conversation. Lilah: I know, but I refuse to allow her to defame me. Are we still meeting, or am I in timeout? Me: That depends…will you be wearing that dress and those boots?12

"No she did not!" "Hey Lindsey, isn't this your phone right here?" Ariel, Polly and Lindsey looked at Chad, the school's quarterback. He's a junior, very sweet and smart, but the sciences aren't his best subject. He had black hair, hazel eyes and was 5 '11. Many people would call him the most attractive and kindest guy in school. Ariel's first encounter with him was back in freshman year; people were picking on Ariel because they've never seen a black girl at a white prestigious school. His exact words were

“Lily, stop joking. The guy I had a one-night stand with, can’t possibly be my groom.” Carmela Blake paced her bedroom, the soft fabric of her wedding dress swishing with each nervous step. Her phone was pressed to her ear, and her best friend’s panicked tone did little to soothe her nerves. “Carmela, I’m fucking serious!” Lily’s voice was sharp. “You, think about it for me; tall, gray eyes, ridiculously rich and insanely hot. That’s Damion Blackwood from head to bottom. How many men like that do you think exist?”

Kaelen finally lifted his eyelids, his cold gaze fixing on her. “I heard what my sister did at the ceremony...” Lila bit down on her lower lip, her eyes glistening with perfectly timed tears, turning the rims pink. “She’s so ungrateful. You rejected that mismatched bond out of kindness, and instead of thanking you, she acted like a madwoman in front of the entire continent, humiliating you and the entire Black Rock Clan.”

I cursed under my breath and dialed the only person left who might actually help. “Lila,” I said when she picked up. “I need you. Now.” There was a long pause on her end. I could hear her breathing change. “Jax. You have some nerve calling me after everything.” “Come on, Lila. This is serious.” “Serious for who?” Her voice sharpened. “We both blackmailed Alex back then to turn on Damien. Remember that? But guess who got all the hate? Me. I had to hide away while you two played your games. Alex won’t even look at me now. So why the hell should I help?”

I am so worried about how bad these dreams get each and every day. I know something is bothering you and as I always say, take me as your best friend and feel free to tell me anything and everything.’ Mariam, Susan’s mother says sweetly to her, to which she nods her head positively. After a little more conversation with her daughter, Mariam retires to her room to continue her sleep. ~> Introduction to characters. Susan Parrish, female protagonists/ Black’s mate. There’s going to be a lot of her POV’s. Jones Black[Abbadon], male protagonist. There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name.

She couldn’t help but notice the way his grin faltered slightly, as though her words had touched on something deeper. As Fidel turned to pour the tea, Lila’s smile remained steady, but her mind raced. The folder she’d stumbled upon earlier, filled with detailed records and photographs, sat fresh in her memory. Fidel Blackstone. Second-in-command to Lucas King. The very man she was supposed to be avoiding at all costs was standing in front of her, completely unaware of who she really was. The realization hadn’t sent her into panic. On the contrary, it had made her laugh. The irony was almost too perfect.

Ethan Blackwood, 38-year-old CEO of Blackwood Enterprises, ran his empire with an iron fist. Cold, commanding, and devastatingly handsome with sharp jawline, broad shoulders, and piercing gray eyes. He had a strict no-fraternization policy—until Lila walked into his life. Lila was 26, hired as his new executive assistant. Smart, ambitious, with long legs, a tight ass, and full breasts that strained against her professional blouses. She wore pencil skirts that hugged her curves and heels that clicked with confidence. From day one, she tested him.

“Dr. Black, we need you in ER. Another bad one just came in. Possible multiple victims.” Ethan stood up quickly, but he looked back at Lila. His eyes held hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. “I’ll be back to check on you personally,” he said. “Rest now. That’s an order.” He left, and the room felt colder without him. Lila lay there, staring at the ceiling. Her body ached, but her mind kept replaying the way Dr. Ethan Black had looked at her. Not with pity. Not with disgust at her size. Something else. Something hungry.

“A gift. One no Alpha can ignore.” Magnus leaned forward, his green eyes narrowing. “Speak.” Lilith’s lips curved, slow and deliberate. “The human Luna. Isabella Hart.” The hall erupted. Wolves barked disbelief, some with laughter, others with snarls. Chairs scraped. Tankards slammed. Magnus lifted a single hand. Silence dropped like a blade. He studied her face, searching for weakness, for bluff. “Stormfang’s ghost-bride. The one who ran.” “The one who lives,” Lilith corrected smoothly. “And more than that—the one bound to Lucian Blackthorn by a bond neither distance nor blood has severed.”