Lilia Mushoku Novels & Stories

Lilian woke up the other day feeling tired as she absorb the unfamiliar memories. So her soul transmigrated in another world. This body’s name is Lian and she was bought to be a shared wife of Montenegro brothers. She died when she escaped last night because she slipped and bumped her head on some hard rock. But something’s wrong. The memory that she inherit only started at the slave market. Where is her memory before that?

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

CHAPTER 49 INFINITE Island of LUAHU Cloudy Evening, 26℃ Day: Tuesday Time: Infinite America was once again standing on the west part of LUAHU and she has been staring into the horizon for quite some time now. She has been filled with so many thoughts in her head and at night she thinks of how to get away from all her nightmares and her heartbreak. She has been on that cliff for a while thinking about how to solve the entire mystery and curse by herself when she doesn’t even know where to start.

Lydia stared at the slave momentarily and eventually followed the princess. "I... I... I c... can understand," the slave stuttered under his breath. The slave watches Morrigan's leaving figure. Pouch of medicinal herbs and money in hand. He bowed in the direction where Morrigan went before walking towards the opposite direction of the princess, towards the slums of the kingdom.

But Lucian raised a hand, eyes narrowed, sensing something. Then Lila—thinking the silence was fear—burst into triumphant laughter. She threw her hands up in the air, declaring, “It’s over! He’s dead! The North belongs to me!” She turned dramatically to her army. “Let this day be remembered as the day I crushed the legend himself!" As Damian’s body lay motionless on the ground, the dust slowly settled around him. Lila stood tall, triumphant, her arms spread wide like a conquering queen. Her chest rose and fell with pride, and a slow smirk crept onto her face.

She kisses and licks the skin directly and next to it rock-hard dick. Her tongue licks up from the bottom of my shaft, tracing the pulsating vein until she reached the tip. One of her hands clutches my dick and her tongue starts twirling around the tip of my dick. Fuck, if there was one thing about Larissa she could give head but she was nothing compared to Eulalia. I imagined her as Eulalia on her knees. Fuck Slowly her lips wrap around my dick and she starts taking me in inch by inch, while her hand takes care of my balls.

His eyes were missing. My eyes are on you, Lilia, the bloody note read. Lilia’s scream rattled the walls. “Get it away! Take it!” She slammed her hands down. “Why can’t I kill her?!” “This seems to be written in Silence’s format,” her maid said calmly. “You think Silence would save her?” Lilia laughed bitterly. “Impossible. Just some fool trying to scare me. I will kill her, by all means. I am Lilia Kuznetsov.”

Queen Suna paced back and forth, her sharp eyes fixed in space as she rampaged through her undecided mind. Lilia is becoming a thorn in her flesh and she has to get rid of her as soon as possible. It was a relief that she hasn't developed her powers, Suna knows that when Lilia does, getting to her will be very dangerous so she has to attack now that she doesn't have her witch's powers yet.

"I've never felt more ALIVE!" "We need to take you to a doctor—" Who? "Someone with areas of expertise in this." Ah! So that's where the little bitch had been the whole time, "Skulking in the shadows, I see!" "She's been here the whole time, sissy." My lily of the valley! Oh, the song in my heart! The only one who understood me! Lilia was still perfect—little ringlets, white dress, shinned patent leather white shoes—she'd gotten her doll's head back from the corpse of that miserable c*nt Maud. She hadn't even screamed when the bitch's throat had been slit. Or, so I was told. I had been upstairs—

Sasha replied to them curtly, his eyebrows drawn together. ‘I hear you are the food connoisseur’ Lyosha said in a much thicker accent than Sasha’s as he sat in front of me. He was nearly as tall as Sasha and just as muscular. His long dark blond hair was slicked back, his square jaw was covered in day old stubble and his sharp cheekbones made him look like a male model. His dark blue eyes held my attention and mesmerised me, I stared at him a little stunned. ‘My name is Lyosha’ he finished almost in a purr.