Lilia Vanrouge Novels & Stories

Klara sighed walking towards the lilies. The flower bed has all kinds of lilies including her favourite Madonna lilies. Her pseudonym 'White flower' was derived from these, in memory of Julia and her past. Looking at them made her feel refreshed and she kind of missed painting so much. It's been almost a month since she made new painting and didn't know what happened to the one she painted before getting kidnapped.

She reached for her hand mirror and called for Margarette. “How are you? Did you get the dusts?” “Margarette, we need to talk. I want the truth. I want the whole story of Lenriad. Also, I have to tell you another thing.” Ellaine opened the leaf and stared at the beautiful face of a sleeping angel with golden hair.

I shook her hand hesitantly with the polites smile I could find, but I looked so nervous right now as I sat there staring up at her face. Zola Clair, daughter of Marcel Clair, we used to be great friends when we were kids but she moved away for boarding school, we saw her a few times after that and we also worked alongside her. She and I were friends before I met Mira, we all became friends after that, she had a crush on Josh for the most part of our childhood together, that was until she left. How in the world did Emilio even come across to meeting her let alone to date her?.

he was probably with his other family, while I was here, waiting for his return. "Vivian Atelo is a fashion designer, and is Canadian based. Their children are in high school now, and... Lyla, I'm so sorry about this." Ivy threw the papers away and drew me into a tight hug. I felt my lungs collapse and my throat tightening in tears. Why did it hurt so much? I squeezed my eyes shut to control the tears from falling. I wasn't supposed to care. I should have gotten over Michael by now, but why... Why did it feel like my heart was being ripped out of my chest?

She turns to walk away but comes face to face with Raphael. "Good morning Mum!" Raphael, greets. "Morning dear, " Mrs Wachukwu responds with a smile. "Morning Aunt!" Raphael says, while he looks from his aunt to Juliet who mouth a good morning to him, he replies with a nod and smile. "Morning, Raphael!" Aunty Stella responds. Meanwhile, Karis turns to him. "Hi, I'm Karis. Your maternal cousin!" Karis introduces herself with a smile. She brings her hands for a handshake, while he pulls her to a hug.

Chapter 18 *** Lilia's Pov Her dimples sank in mischief as she brought the box and unstrapped the pink ribbon to reveal a royal blue gown from Celine's collection with matching high-heeled strappy heels One of my favorite designers in Paris. If we were still friends, I would have hugged her and screamed with excitement that I finally got to wear her first designer collection.

Lila greeted. He looked at the University hand band in her hand, then brought the question about it in his eyes. “I think you owe me an explanation, Lila.” Nodding, Lila understood what he wanted to hear. “My name is Lila Phillips, few days ago I got promoted to be an independent researcher and also a junior professor, this is my first time attending the gala.” “Thank goodness.” Said Edvard as he let out a huge breath. “Congratulation on your promotion. I can’t believe someone who saves a stray kitten and loves doing experiment with her drink would do such dirty thing.”

he asked cautiously, seeming uninterested. "I want Marie Arnold taken care of," Lilia replied, her tone cold and unwavering. Her eyes are full of malice, which would make one shiver. Who would have thought that a woman like her could give out eyes like that? "Permanently," she added. There was a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line, followed by a moment of stunned silence. Why does this woman want to take care of the other woman? He was a little stunned about it. "Marie Arnold? Why?" the man asked, his voice tinged with disbelief. "She's just a surrogate mother, Lilia. Killing her seems excessive."

He might not even be able to eat at the sight of her! As unsettling as Selena's words were, they were not without truth. Lilia was a princess of Dawnmere. Once he married her, he would have to maintain appearances for a time, so that everyone believed he treated her well. But how could he look at that face every day? It was enough to sicken him! Suddenly, Lilia began to cough. Without warning, it worsened, growing violent. Then, to Theodore's horror, something thick and crimson slid out of her nose as she coughed.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.