Lilah Korsmo Novels & Stories

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

Ella said, “You aren’t just hurting yourself, Cato. You have nine younger siblings and every single one of them looks up to you. Even Lili.” Out of the ten, Lili had the most fire in her soul. Since four years old, she’d been independent and unable to stand being ordered around. She was also smart. Very smart. She knew exactly how to get her way and she never let anyone take advantage. She and Cato fought relentlessly, but although she’d never admit it, she admired Cato. The coffee sat untouched on the table as he stared at the rising steam. “Also yes, Marco noticed his missing joint,” I said, “Did you think that wouldn’t trace back to you?”

Damon and I looked to the corner in a unison, but we saw no one, “There is no one there Elder Lilith,” Young Damon said. “Are you sure about that?” a sweet and calming voice asked. In the corner, stood a lady with shoulder-length brown hair, a crescent moon marking on her arm, giving off a bright purple radiant glint. I was speechless, I didn't even blink, I just stared at her, “Damon Taylor, come with me,” Damon went with into another room. And I sat there waiting for him. Who was this woman?

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

I saw Lilah the moment she came round the corner headed toward the house, her long blond hair blowing in the slight morning breeze. She was dressed today in an oversized checked black white and red shirt as a dress, with a chunky black belt around the middle to extenuate her waist, her long tan legs were again bare, and she had a pair of chunky black boots on, not too unsimilar to those that Indie was wearing. Her makeup was less heavy than when I’d seen her on Friday night but I have to say I think she was even more beautiful without it. Gabe had run to give her a hug, clearly glad she was ok, and judging by the smile on her face she was happy to see him.

And given that he already knew Lilith was pregnant, it makes reasonable that Colt would allow him to meet Lilith. "Who is she, Cloe?" asked Lilith. "He is Moss, Minerva's Alpha, much like Colt," Tio said quietly to Lilith. "This is Alpha Moss, Lady Lilith, and he is also one of our comrades," Cloe said as she moved aside. "What are you doing here?" Lilith said as soon as she noticed Moss. …..

"Wait, Krimson, what are you saying?" "I'm saying exactly what you're thinking, Luca." A sardonic smile tilted up my lips. "Lilac…is Alpha Keith's second daughter and Harmona's little sister. She the little sister of my first mate."

"Hey! Who here thinks we should have an annual celebration for this?!" The entire hall erupted into cheers. Hans groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Moon Goddess, just smite me already." Meanwhile, Johanis, still riding the high of victory, knelt in front of Liliana and wiggled his fingers in front of her. "Say it again, Lily! ‘Johans!’" Liliana blinked up at him with big, bright eyes. Then, ever so sweetly, she opened her mouth and— "BLRPHHHH!"

But if the Dark Child was the daughter of Estelel to Jilroid and she was her daughter to that means the Dark Child is her sister and Margarette was her aunt. “What do you want from me, Ánië?” She asked as memories of her past were brought back to her. “We only got one fragment of the Nromais.” “Don’t worry. I really don’t need them. Simple. I want the Hristoax that Estelel gave me.” “The Hristoax? But that’s mine!” “You stole it from me!” “Liar! You greedy woman!” She won’t hand the damn thing down. Ánië made three strides and was in front of her in a second; she curled her hands on her neck and choked her to death. “Give me the Hristoax.”

“Ashton Graves. Stormriders. Defenseman.” “Thank you,” Lila said, accepting the drink. “Lila Williams. Corporate Events Coordinator.” Ashton frowned slightly, studying her. He was incredibly attractive up close — strong features, the kind of presence that filled the space without trying. “What exactly does a Corporate Events Coordinator do?” “I organize conferences, launches, executive dinners. Stuff like that.” He eyed her for a second and said, “There’s no way.” Lila laughed. “What?” “You’re a kid.”