Lilah Book Novels & Stories

She suddenly hears and turns around jyst as her bedroom door opened. "Miss Betty? Goodmorning! I am Lilah, your maid, i have xome to help you to get ready!" A shirt looking youg woman introduced herself while stepping inside her room. "Oh hi, i am already dressed so let's get it ovee with shall we, i don't want to make him angry by being late, God knows what he will do then!" Betty chukled cooly. "You will be alright miss, you look like his wife who has died so.....anyways just follow me, i will bribg you to him" Lilah said to change the subject, realizing she told Betty something she should not have!

I didn't even realise when she crept up behind me. I turn to her with a small smile. "Are you sure you want this? This looks better," I say, waving the other book in my hand, but Lilica shakes her head before pulling out the book she's drawn to. I let out a sigh of defeat. "Dad already started it. You'll just continue," she says, giving me the book before hurrying to her bed. Great. As I flip it open, my heart leaps in joy when I realise where Luis dropped the bookmark. Only a few pages left, and thankfully, it's mostly pictures. Good choice.

' I asked. 'I can tell you what isn't in the book.' He wet his lips. 'It's not a Gospel for the masses, no matter what Azazel would like to think. Lilith never wrote that book to unite the Demons. She wrote that book for Ethan, so that one day, when he was ready, he would read it and understand.' 'Understand what?'

Clasp to her chest was a big book, with a crescent moon carved out on its black, thick cover. Coughing uncontrollably, Lilith gasped for air, Rushing over the luggage, I found a t-shirt and shorts that I had packed for her, I knew it would come in handy. “Told you it was something important,” She wheezed. Handing the book to me, Lilith tried to get dressed, and Damon helped her, why did this book feel so familiar like I have seen it before, Suddenly, the book began to skip over pages, landing it on a random sheet,

she added as a complement to her daughter Annabel, ignoring Monalisa who just stood still peering at her burning book in the fire, with tears on her face. “And you,” she said authoritatively, turning her gaze properly on Monalisa, who continued to peer into the fire. “You are going to be punished for keeping a book hidden from me even after I had asked you to bring all your books out the other day,” Lila continued, sounding angry again as she recalled that she had once asked her to bring all the books she had before to her because she didn’t want her to read but concentrate on working instead.

she muttered, her eyes fixed on the book which was so dusty and crisped. Quickly, Lilia sat on her bed and flipped through the first page, her curious eyes glanced through each word. This book was a gift bestowed on her on her ninth birthday by Mama Gunad, the book that contains the legendary story of the cursed werewolf no human has ever laid eyes on. With a racing heart, Lilia flipped through each page as the first three pages failed to mention the name of the werewolf.

And as she touched it, The book opened itself. The world froze. Every breath held hostage. Every sound dulled, Because on the first page of that sealed book was Liolai’s name. Over and over again, Written in different hands. Different scripts. Some trembling. Some angry. Some loving. Each line was a version of Liolai that had died in another telling. Dozens, Hundreds, Thousands. The daughter who never lived. The daughter who was stolen. The daughter who never forgave. The daughter who turned into ink.

“Though Nin is far more interested in mutual devouring than one-sided conquest.” Lila smiled, slow and sharp. “Mutual. I like that word, Professor.” The hour ended. Students shuffled out. Evelyn busied herself with papers, expecting the girl to leave with the others. Instead, Lila waited until the room emptied, then walked to the podium and placed a slim volume on the wood between them: Nin’s House of Incest. “I highlighted my favorite parts,” Lila said. “The ones that made me wet.” Evelyn’s pulse thudded once, hard, against her ribs. She should have dismissed the girl immediately. Instead she found herself saying, “Office hours are tomorrow from two to four.”

Fenris leaned in closely as Lillia casually shuffled through a small pile of books, long after her maidens had left for the night. The faint scent of mint and lavender lingered in the air. “We could equally continue ‘The Art of War’.” Lillia chuckled quietly, “it’s not a bad book.” “Yes, but that’s because it’s a terrible book.” Fenris released a strained sigh, getting frustrated just by mentioning it. Lillia laughed. “But it has helped us learn a lot, and even helped the investigation. I am beginning to think I should read more books like that instead of fantasies.”

“Cammy went to a place for only grown-ups. I came back from school and she was gone.” She’d told me that before, and I hadn’t pushed further. She already looked like she was about to cry when I told her I didn’t know when Camellia would be back. “Did Darius do anything to her?” I signed slowly. Lilah’s little hands froze mid-air. Then she shrugged, too quick, too practiced, and pressed her lips together. She didn’t sign yes, but she didn’t sign no either. Instead, she fiddled with the corner of her notebook and drew a shaky circle, like she was stalling, the way kids do when they know more than they should.