Lilia Vanrouge Novels & Stories

Soft scents of perfumes, makeup products scattered on the vanity, dresses lined up on the bed, and assistants moving quietly in the room to add finishing touches to the bride’s look. Lilian walked in after Eve, in a pleated ankle-length rose chiffon dress, with Raniero cuddled up in her arms, his bright eyeballs scouring the environment in innocent oblivion, and his sharp babbles the minute his eyes turned towards his mama. “My baby” Louisa’s voice was a silent whisper, her whole countenance lighting up as she watched them walk in. She stood regal in a fitted Chantilly lace gown that hugged her body in all the right places. The sweetheart neckline sat perfectly on her chest with the hem of t

"Because she never really left. She went underground. Changed names. She might be behind Blackridge Holdings." Lily's chest tightened. A ghost from the past. One powerful enough to manipulate the present. That afternoon, Liam, Adam, and Lily sat in a private conference room. Adam pulled up a digital map on the screen. "We traced the financial flow connected to Blackridge. It leads to a series of accounts registered offshore. But the trail stops cold in Switzerland. That's where things get interesting." He tapped a key, and a profile appeared. A woman with auburn hair, sharp eyes, and a confident smile. Vivian Rousseau, listed as deceased.

She carried herself like she owned the room before she even entered it. The twins lit up. “Liana!” Maya chirped. “Come meet Vivi!” Mara tugged my sleeve. “This is Liana Frost. She’s pack... been away training with some fancy northern coven for like two years. She came back with us!” I stood slowly, and deliberately brushed imaginary lint off my shirt. I extended my hand. “Vivienne Moreau.” Liana’s gaze flicked to my hand like I’d offered her a dead rat.

The world she dreamed of—money, power, fame—was at her fingertips. “I’ll do anything,” she blurted out, desperate, hungry, shameless. Lilia’s lips curled into a cold smile. “Good. Then you’ll be my eyes, my wing, my tool. Especially when it comes to Avery. I want her destroyed piece by piece, humiliated until nothing remains.” Lily didn’t even think twice before nodding, like a puppet dancing to its master’s strings. Lilia slid three bundles of fresh euros across the table. “For your loyalty.” Then she stood, her guards moving in perfect unison behind her as she left.

Ophelia's voice sounds excited and playful. "I'm sorry, we haven't met yet. I'm Liliana, and this is my vaari, Jyrki, he's rough around the edges but a good man." Liliana cuts Jyrki off from grumbling, making Raven giggle as she takes Roan from his arms. "You're the grandfather of the Goddess of Life and Goddess of Death; I knew Adaline, I'm so very sorry for your loss." Ophelia's demeanor completely changes to a pained expression as she bows respectfully.

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

For I know for myself that I've bled to maintain and earn the respect I should have in this position. "It seems that there aren't any letters addressed from the border lands." Claude tells me while still searching through the envelopes. "Though there is this one with a different seal, my lady." "What do you mean by different?" All pack leaders usually use the same seal all over Lumina, although different colour of envelopes as to determine the pack it's from. The seal indicates the Colony's crest, which is a dagger with its tip facing upwards and a crown hanging loosely struck by the dagger. "I've known for sure that the Colony's crest is used as the seal for every letter that circles around

It made Selene smile looking between the two of them. She was proud of all her children. Lila was working on her career as an artist; she also has a strong goal of protecting Volana wolves from those who wish them danger. She’s been learning to strengthen her combat skills even though she’s already so good at it. Pretty soon, she will have to work to strengthen her Volana abilities as well. The world is still such a scary place for Volana to lurk. Blaise still has men that support him long after his death. They wish to cause harm to Volanas, and it makes Selene much more worried for Lila’s safety.

Kallista glanced at Zander, but he merely shrugged as if to say, She’s right, you know. Before she could respond, movement in the distance caught her eye. She turned toward the house, and there, standing just beyond the garden’s edge, was Lila. She was half-hidden behind one of the pillars, her arms wrapped around her body, the sadness in her eyes couldn't be hidden. Kallista’s heart clenched. She wished she could reach out to her but Vanessa chose that moment to clap and people she hadn't noticed before stepped forward. With camera equipment, backdrops, makeup, racks and racks of dresses. Vanessa turned to her. “Shall we begin?”

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.