Lilia Vanrouge Novels & Stories

But for Lilia, none of that mattered. Her eyes were fixed on the painting—the last item of the night. "Horizon’s Lament," a masterpiece by Elian Devereux, the last work from the renowned artist before his untimely death. She had spent months studying it—memorizing every brushstroke, tracing the artist's intentions in catalog prints, and immersing herself in its history. This was more than just a painting. It was her last connection to something pure, something untouchable. And tonight, she was determined to win it.

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.

They dropped their bags on my bed and began pulling out fabrics: lace, silk, satin, velvet… a dizzying parade of luxury. “I don’t understand,” I said, my confusion rising. “You must have the wrong person.” The woman turned to me, that same thin smile curving her lips. “You are Juliette Hales, correct?” I hesitated before nodding. “Yes…” “Then you have nothing to worry about. I’m Lilian, by the way,” she introduced herself as she glided over to the bed. Her fingers brushed over one of the fabrics the young women had laid out, then she lifted it delicately into the air, admiring its sheen.

Isabel on the other hand recalled the incident at the Greenwood pack. While she was in her lycan form fighting off the rogues, her vision enabled her to catch a glimpse of something from a distance. When she concentrated her vision on the object, she realized it was an extremely large rogue staring directly at her with a hostile glare, but that didn’t distract her from focusing on the war, as she killed every one of the filthy rogues she laid her hands on. But what left her flabbergasted and made her understand why they aimed for the Greenwood pack was after she was done killing the rogues and was ready to attack the large werewolf she assumed was the leader of the rogues, it reached her thr

Camila I stared at the mirror unsure if the person I was looking at was me. My long black was braided a tone side and left to rest on the other side of my shoulder, my brown eyes were bright yet had a sad gleam to them. I wore a long handless black gown that had a long slit, up to my knee. I applied some lipstick and paired my outfit with a silver pair of high heels.

For the past year now, Lizzy has become famous in the city as the most beautiful model, every company is looking forward to having her as their model ***************** Has people sighted Lizzy in OREB'S VENTURES, they couldn't remove their eyes Lizzy was pissed up by the way they were staring at her but she's used to it already People always stared at her, that's one of the reasons she liked disguising. Lizzy entered the main office and went to the secretary office Lizzy is endowed with a perfect body shape, she's a beauty indeed, She has a chocolate color, a firm breast with sexy Hips, bigger Butts, and Curves like a goddess

I mentally facepalm. "Angela?" our moments suddenly cut off after someone called her name. I turned my gaze to where the voice came from and right there...I see a woman standing in our direction. She looks around twenty-three to twenty-seven, good physic, has honey tanned skin, short black hair, and indeed has a beautiful face. She was looking at us, curiosity was evident on her face. "Bel! Come here!" Angela spoke excitedly to the woman named Bel. Angela put three glasses and juice in the jar on the wooden table. Bel immediately approached our direction.

No lupus garou but her would be Caleb’s mate. The smell of Ragnar pelted Diana before she caught sight of him. Turning, she found he’d sneaked up behind her, sniffing. She was sure he tried to see if Caleb was still keeping her well satisfied. She snarled at Ragnar. He shoved his way between her and Vernetta, his black fur standing on end, his neck just as thick as she’d remembered it, his body hefty and deadly.

MEANWHILE, after the whole event that happened yesterday including where the Margrave raised his blade towards a person for the first time in 15 years, Lilia was feeling pumped at this new change. 'All it took was the words of the young mistress for him to take action.' She thought as she laughed joyfully. 'This gut of mine is telling me that I should follow the young mistress if I want to see something entertaining.' Lilia was originally a mercenary that was sent to kill the Margrave before. She was skilled and was the top mercenary in her guild, that is why she was in demand and always on a mission.

He adds. She was going to be a guest at her own wedding. The idea wasn’t so bad. After all, this wasn’t a normal wedding. Nodding in response, she turns her head away from him and gets lost in her thoughts. ************************************************************ The car pulls up at Bistro Le Cep, a popular French restaurant that only the richest in the country could afford. Liam leaves the car first and goes over to Emilia’s side to open the door. A valet approaches them and Liam hands the keys over to the young man as he leads the way to the restaurant.