Lilian Bryant Novels & Stories

[Brielle’s POV] L: I’ll be home soon; be sure to have on something nice. B: Of course. Grinning, I sit my phone down and look down at the lingerie that I’m wearing. I was sure that this would be enough to get L turned on, and maybe he would finally take me. So far, he still refused to fuck me, but I wasn’t going to just allow this to go on. He wanted me, and I wanted him, so why was he hesitating to go all the way with me?

She reached out, gingerly touched the warm metal. “Careful,” Andrei’s tone was sharp, but then he smiled apologetically. “No, sorry! Girls can shoot, too, I know. I heard of a sniper named Lyudmila at Stalingrad; she had more notches than most guys.” “Notches?” “For dead fritzes.” Svetlana did not understand but somehow his admission that she could do whatever it was that he had done with this strange object spurred her into action. She swung her legs over the edge of the sofa and stood up.

"Yes, master!" I then headed to the hottie from earlier. "What's your name? How old are you? Can you pole dance?" I fired away my questions, not wasting any time. She slowly smiles and licks her lips, seductively. "My name is Brittany, I am 18 as of yesterday morning and would you like to see me dance?"

When he didn't respond, she sighed. "Alright, come with me." She took his wrist suddenly and his eyes widened. "What are you.... you're a total stranger, you can't just grab me and tell me to come along!" He protested, trying to free his wrist. The girl stopped at once and turned to face him again. "Lily," she announced boldly. "My name's Lilian Arkwright, I have an older brother named Thomas Arkwright. I'm fourteen and a half years old. My favorite color is Lilac and my dog just died last month. There, now I'm not a stranger."

"The woman has been through so much. The bombing, the recovery, the stress of running a company. What if she burns out? What if the trauma causes her to make poor decisions?" Lilian stared at me coolly. “I didn’t know a day would come when mistresses would start soliciting for the main chick.” She commented, sipping her mocktail slowly while eyeing me. Her question threw me off, but I managed to flash her a smile. “No need to throw it in my face. Although I preferred to be called Celebrity Mistress.” Lilian huffed. “Gerald told me you reached out and expressed concern for Evelyn, and I told him it’s bullshit because I’m sure you have a hidden agenda.”

She tried to sit up , wincing slightly - nursing her waist to see whether or not she even had a single bone intact . " Oh , you are awake ?" Lilian sat up straight throughly startled , at the sound of an unfamiliar voice .For a few minutes she couldn't make out what was happening but then she saw a young girl sitting on a raised stone on the surface of what looked like a cave - and Lilian realized that it A nymph . Lilian blinked , not understanding what was she doing in a cave but then her gaze drifted over to Chelsea whose face was flushed and she seemed to be having a hard time breathing .

She scoffed incredulously, shaking her head. "The fuck are you trying to imply? What makes you think I'll ever work for you again?" Lilian retorted indifferently upon hearing Wendy's request. She stood her ground by the doorway, locking eyes with Wendy in a silent battle of emotions. Lillian's insides surged with nothing but resentment and frustration towards her. Gosh, she hated this woman before her. She despised the power Wendy still held over her. And Lilian knew damn well that was the only reason why she dared to show up uninvited. Nevertheless, Lilian had no intention of getting involved in whatever business that had brought Wendy to her doorstep. All Lilian wanted was for Wendy to say

She was not sure of his age, but he could pass for a 30-year-old or more. "How about you?" Mr McClean asked. "I am Lily Shawn; I......." Lily said and paused not knowing what to say next. Her life was so pathetic right now. No family, no memory and she is not working. She stopped in her tracks. Mr McClean realized this and quickly concluded that was an uncomfortable topic. He changed the subject. "What do you like to do for fun?" Mr McClean inquired. Lily, who was lost in her thoughts did not hear what Mr McClean asked so when she opened her mouth the only word that came out was, "What?"

I whispered in her ear, licking her ear lobe, “I... I think Mel and your brother are probably getting suspicious about our lengthy disappearance.” “I know what you want Lil, let me help you,” “Do you? Listen, I don't know who you think you are, coming up in here thinking I am an easy whore, but guess what I am a virgin who is probably never going to have sex, and I am ok with that, I don't know why everyone seems to think I want to get boned, I am fine.” She vented. “Lilith I can tell by the way you're pressing your legs together, that you're turned on, I can make you feel good, Just allow me to”

She had spent five months in this house without any TV time so she guessed she deserved it anyway. She headed downstairs again and made for the living room. She put the TV on and went through the channels. "News, nah, sports, nope, Bollywood, definitely not. Ooh, Lara Croft is on." Lilian loved Lara Croft. She was almost like her role model. She was strong, sexy, and independent, not to mention, rich. As she watched with rapt attention, she didn't realize that Damian had come downstairs. The unusual noise had gotten his attention and he came down to find out what was going on. He saw Lilian sitting comfortably in the chair watching her show. He watched her for a few minutes and waited for th