Lilian Bryant Novels & Stories

Bianca's POV Liam also drove me the next day to the studio where I was going to be having my photo shoot for Lilith. Harriet couldn't tag along because she had a doctor's appointment. Lilith was a lingerie, clothing and beauty retail company known nationwide and even across the globe. It was famous for its sexy brands, its annual fashion shows, endorsing of supermodels such as myself and was one of the largest lingerie retailers in the United States. Lilith had over 1000 retail stores in the US and about 500 stores in UK, Canada and other countries combined. It was leading in the industry and only the best supermodels graced their annual fashion shows and are made their various brands' ambas

Everhart looked across the ballroom and suddenly raised a hand. “Serena!” Serena turned. “I’m sorry, darling, but could I borrow you for a few minutes?” Serena approached them, her gaze briefly meeting Cecilia’s. “Of course. What’s wrong?” Mrs. Everhart explained quickly. Lily was seventeen, one of the foundation’s scholarship recipients, and had agreed to speak about the rehabilitation program that had helped her after a serious childhood illness. Now that she’d seen the ballroom full of hundreds of people, she wanted to leave.

She leaned in to take a glance,her jaw dropped and her expression turned livid. "Who the hell sent this?!". "Believe me, you really don't want to know." - I rolled my eyes at her expression. "Why did you suddenly come over and that too...... without as much as a call?". Rachel returned back to her original position, her daintly manicured fingers patting her white top as she regained her former demeanor. "As agreed, Anne sent over the personal assistant. Her name is Bennett and she's currently an intern at the agency."- she paused.

The room was quiet as everyone stared from her to the brave lady. "Introduce yourself," Lindsey said turning towards her. The lady smirked. "You are new here, so I think you should start with the introduction," She said making Lindsey scoff. Lindsey turned to Joyce who was seated left beside her as if directing the question to her. "She's ms Lilian, head of the team one department, in charge of fruit selection and refining," Joyce said. "Hmm, that's such a high-profiled job for you, don't you agree with me Ms. Lillian," Lindsey asked shifting her gaze to her. Ms. Lillian scoffed still staring deeply into Lindsey's eyes.

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?

Adrian moved closer to her on the bed, and Lilith immediately backed away, her body felt weak, her thoughts were slow, she tried to steady herself against the bed, but she felt utterly powerless. "Adrian, please." He reached toward her, his hands slowly disappearing into her dress. Lilith immediately flinched. "Don't." Her voice cracked. "Please don't touch me." "I'm not going to hurt you Lilith, I can't hurt you, I just need Oliver out of your life." "No." Lilith shook her head, tears immediately filled her eyes. "Please Adrian." Adrian stared at her, his hand still moving slowly inside her dress towards her upper thighs, she looked frightened, and uninterested, and really scared.

I'ma fuck somebody's shit up. I've spent the last few years calming this nut down. Motherhood has been good for her. Every time one ease off the tit I fuck another one in her. That's my bit to keep the rest of the population safe from her shit. We were cruising along nicely, the kids were doing okay, Jr. is ten going on thirty, Ari is six little Sean is four and baby Jason is almost two years old. But it's my only daughter, Lilliana or Lily as most everyone calls her, eight years old and too fucking smart for her own good.

The note ended without signature flourish. Just her name. Beatrice. No title. No role. Lillian sat with the letter for a long time, letting the silence stretch without pressure. This was not a passing of authority. It was a release of responsibility that had been held too tightly for too long. Later that evening, she showed the note to Nathaniel. He read it once. Then again. “She’s done,” he said quietly. “Yes,” Lillian replied. “And she knows it.” Nathaniel considered the letter with visible care. “She’s giving us something rare.”

Brian snapped, putting on his headsets to start the engine. "About all the traps and games of Miss Thalia here?" David continued but realized that Brian wasn't listening anymore. He returned to his seat, fastening his seatbelt, then accidentally spilled his margarita on his pants the moment Brian took off.

"It was Lilian , my personal assistant!" "What?!" "Lilian?!" She exclaimed , confusion written all over her face . "Yes Lilian, she also confessed to , adding the chemicals to our products" I said and she stood up abruptly. "Why the hell would she do that?!" "And who did she do it for?!" "Damon ofcourse! and she made mention of his father " "Have any idea who his father is?!" "Nope , never met any of his family members" she said "So where's she at now"