Lilia Vanrouge Novels & Stories

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

His face is blurry to me. His voice is muffled. I inhale as my eyes shut. Now too heavy to open. But a scent fills my nostrils, a family scent. I cling to it as I truly fall into oblivion. ---- Andrea Something soft is touching my face. Patting my cheek delicately. Andrea. Open your eyes. I don't want to though. I'm warm, comfortable. The softness continues to caress my face. Leaving tingles trailing it as it moves.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

I stammer, heaving. Please don't, I am nothing special, just Violet, a suicidal woman, a sad pathetic mess, a lying mess, a stupid mess, a mess that is riddles in panic attacks, Celia doesn't have to carry the burden of carrying my name, she is innocent and I will taint her. "I am sorry, Lia, I have to go." I say, getting up, ending the call, then run, I run as fast as I can. I run faster in hopes that I will be able to outrun the fact that I do not want Celia and Blu having my name because I might not be there to watch them grow, it will really suck having a dead woman's name.

Noah spun around, his hand moving to his holster, his heart hammering against his ribs. A young woman was sitting in the corner of the van, her face partially obscured by the glow of a small, handheld tablet. She was dressed in a dark, tactical jumpsuit, her hair tied back in a sleek, efficient braid. Her eyes, sharp and observant, were fixed on him with a look of quiet amusement. "Lila?" Noah gasped, his hand dropping from his holster. "Lila Cross? What the hell are you doing in my van?" Lila Cross, the younger sister of Tiffany and Terrence, and the "Eyes and Ears" of the Cross family, didn't move. She simply tapped her tablet, and a new set of data appeared on Noah’s primary screen.

She has no idea what they are planning to do but has a feeling that it can be no good. Chiara leads Lilia to someone standing right in front of the fire. Her robes are the most billowing and magnificent out of all. Lilia has a feeling that she could be the head. She has long black hair, and her features are rigid. Unlike Chiara, whose face is welcoming and friendly, this other woman with her tight-set jaw does not seem like someone you would approach willingly.

He can’t go far Across town, in a high-rise suffused with artificial light and the smell of expensive perfume, Lila sat very still in her dressing room. The flash drive she had destroyed last night had been crushed beneath the heel of a bottle of lacquer and then ground into the floor with her boot. She had watched the plastic shatter into tiny black teeth and she had felt something like satisfaction. It was a neat act, physical and final, the kind of gesture that lives on as proof of intention. She wanted to believe that if one copy was gone, the scandal was gone. She also wanted to believe that if she paid, everything would be buried. She knew better than that now.

I shouted irritably. "No, no, I beg you. If you kill me, you will lose valuable information," said Lilia in a hoarse voice. I don't care, all I have in mind is I want to kill Lilia "I don't care" I shout. Lilia again begged "listen to me Grisella, you have mistaken her as someone you trust. That woman in your house, she's your enemy. The woman told me that if you are Oconal's daughter, we Rogues will destroy you. You're our biggest threat. I better attack you mentally right ?. That woman is your enemy," shouted Lilia.

Regulus looked contemplative and overwhelmed with grief. Kiran lost his cool, and he looked grave. “Who’s Zara?” “The previous leader of Foxgate! She’s Lilian’s master and mother.” Regulus’s eyes reflected a devious and sinister look, but Kiran was so consumed by hatred that he overlooked that detail. “Is Zara still alive?” Kiran asked coldly. “She’s dead!’ Regulus said disappointedly. “Who’s Lilian?” Kiran asked. “Lilian is the woman who stole Neptune’s Cove Karaoke from you,” Regulus said with a mixture of satisfaction and lingering resentment.

Rage. Undeniable rage. The feeling of wanting to rip someone to pieces coursed through Theo veins. If it hadn’t been for her brother showing up, he definitely would have put that bitch in her place. A woman should be seen and not heard, dammit! Theo hid in the shadows of the forest at the edge to the clearing in the wolves’ territory. He had grown suspicious of Leah when she claimed to have an appointment when he had asked her out for lunch. He had a feeling she was hiding something so he had followed her at a discreet distance. He had no idea she was blowing him off for this.