Novel & Cerita Lilian Bryant

Meanwhile, Jelena Savage was facing a challenge in her office. On her desk was a letter and painted on the letter was the lifelike image of a beautiful white lily. This was the presence of Primal, the white Lily represented unblemished Al. The claim of Primal was to restore the Al race to what they originally were. It was popularly known among humans and Al that Primal had caused the Crisis but the Coalition Administration and leaders of the Human Alliance knew better.

"Lainee is back at the pack. I needed her there to watch over them all." "Blaine wanted to come but she has to fill in for me," Allen added. Disappointment washed over me and I instantly felt stupid for thinking they would've came. Lainee's the Luna so she has to stay behind and Blaine is the Beta sister. I should've known.

“Don't even try to touch her. Even in your mind!" "At least thank me for helping you save her?" "Well, Thank you." "Just like that?" "That is exactly what you asked for!" Lillian let out a harsh sigh, they fought again. It's boring to see debates without getting into them. While the two young men were busy, Lillian decided to take a look at the cliffs. The girl parted the low bush in front of her and saw a land descending. It turns out that the cliff is not too steep from this side. She stepped down, not too far for fear of getting lost, and there she saw something surprising. A pile of wood from a bonfire that had been extinguished, there were also three blankets lying next to a simple tent

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

"Scarlett." ******

She isn’t sure about her feelings for Damion and she doesn’t want to lead him into believing something like she did with Brent. She knows that the others might be downstairs, eating breakfast and that is one reason she does not want to go down. She doesn't feel like talking to anyone at the moment. She doesn't know whether Brent had returned home last night or not. Lilia thinks that she should at least check, so she gets out of bed and walks into the washroom. She would check up on Brent after she has freshened up. *

' Sebastian gritted his teeth, something daring flashing before his eyes with determination. Lilian let out a small sadistic laugh, "And now they took away everything that my dad left behind for me. Now I am left to roam on the streets till I get a grip on my life. He took away everything that I worked hard for and strived to keep alive. He ruined my life, Sebastian! Your friend ruined my life and that of my bab—" Lilian choked on her words, stopping herself from revealing the existence of her unborn child to someone whom she knows was close to Wilson as tears rolled down her cheeks.

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.

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

Lucas enunciates each and every word. “Wow, I would have actually believed that you guys were siblings. You could have just stuck to that story.” I say making Eleanor laugh, “Also you’ve had a kid? Jeez, you are so hot, I wouldn’t have guessed that in a thousand years.” I say as I look at her body. I already look like a potato compared to her. “Thanks, my daughter is ten years old now.” She says and my mouth falls open. “NO freaking WAY. You look not a day over 25. When did you have her-“