Lilah Black Novels & Stories

-Have you met seraphim before? - Only once. She appeared on my doorstep and asked for herbs to treat my husband. I still remember her blond curls and kind sky-blue eyes. It's a pity that she is no longer alive. - Valya fell silent, sadness frozen on her face. Ira wanted to ask something, change the topic, but the Oracle spoke first: “Since everything in the world should be in balance, Lilith, the goddess of the Black Moon, also chose the one who bears her Gift.” But her Power is not inherited, and therefore Lilith herself chooses those who are worthy of her gift. The goddess gives them black wings. I've never met anyone like them. They say that the children of Lilith and the children of Sele

"Don't you worry, little one. Your auntie will get justice for you and your mom." Just then, Cade and Rhys arrived. They kept their distance, not daring to approach. But Lilah strode right up to the grave. She was a picture of solemn elegance in a tailored black dress. "Oh, Evelyn, you must be heartbroken." Lilah dabbed at the corner of her eye, her voice a soft, sympathetic purr. "Seeing this tiny, empty grave... it just shatters my own heart." I looked up, watching her disgusting performance. She turned to Cade, her eyes glistening with perfectly crafted tears. "Cade, don't be so sad. I know how much you were looking forward to this child... Fate can be so cruel."

Not until she gave herself willingly. Even if I wanted to rip Ethan’s heart out, even if I dreamed of dragging Jade and Mara through their own graves. I waited, but my patience wasn’t eternal. Tonight was the night. I sent Olivia with instructions: dress her, prepare her. The Luna ceremony would be held under moonlight, sacred and silent, and witnessed by my people. I expected resistance, but I didn’t expect this. When I opened her door, I didn’t see a woman in silk or lace.

“I want to know about Tiger's recent mission.” “The Black Tiger?” she raises an eyebrow. “I received a call yesterday evening from a woman named Lisa Gómez, the wife of Liam Davis, the CEO of KG Bank, as in the third-largest financial institution in the country,” starts the mission programmer. “Her husband abuses her at home, and she's pregnant.” My heart aches just by the thought of how frightened the woman must have been when Liam hurt her. She must have had a hard time to protect herself and the baby.

Couldn't breathe. She just walked out. The hallway was mercifully empty. Lila leaned against the lockers, pressing her forehead to the cold metal, trying to steady her breathing. It's not true. Dad wouldn't... He said he was set up... But the doubts had been gnawing at her for weeks. Her phone buzzed. A notification from a gossip site she'd accidentally clicked on yesterday: "Sources say Damien Blackstone paid the woman $2M to keep quiet. Will his family stand by him?"

I argued, not accepting Black's view. I had gone through fire, walked on brimstone and get shot at with sharp pointy arrows. Despite all of that, I had never chosen death as an escape route away from my misery. And I was damn sure she hasn't gone through a quarter of the shits I went through. Why then was she so eager to end her life? "If you really want to know her reason, how about you ask her?" Black finally gave up when I maintained my stand that Lila was happy to spell her doom.

"Especially when it requires admitting mistakes. But the alternative is continuing to fail the people we're meant to serve. I won't do that. Not to Lila's memory, and not to the beneficiaries counting on us." The applause was strong but not universal. Some guests looked uncomfortable. Then Morrison took the stage. She looked nervous, gripping the podium. "My name is Jennifer Morrison. I worked with Lila Blackwood for two years before her death." The room went silent. "Lila was brilliant and kind and desperately unhappy," Morrison continued. "She told me once that the foundation felt like a prison. That she couldn't make decisions without approval, couldn't speak freely, couldn't be herself."

She looked at Jamira. “This is my daughter Layla, right?” Jamira looked seriously, and said yes. Lucifer got up from his seat, and walked to the woman. “Lilith, she’s been in the human world all this time. She probably doesn't know that she can breathe or not breathe and be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand right above her breast. He kissed her with a passion I had no clue could exist.

Go right ahead! Diego sighed and walked out. He was sure it was Amelia and he was going to meet her. "Just be careful! we don't know what she's up to and.....Arrrgggh!" She groaned in frustration. "What a stubborn man!" * * * * * * Li-lah turned on the music and started dancing to it. She moved her body slowly and sensually. Her dark red dress had a halter neckline which exposed her ample chest. Her dark raven-black hair fell gently to her shoulders.

At least not without a better solution to ending the war. Leah got up from her seat and headed to her room. She had a lot to think about. She knew one thing for sure: she didn't want to mate with Theodore Blackwell. Leah entered her room and went straight to the bathroom. Once showered and changed, she got into bed and promptly gave into exhaustion.