Liliana Hearts Pack Novels & Stories

It’s just so fun seeing her almost-about-to-cry-face. But Lucas, Lucas, Lucas. A self-proclaimed hero, certainly just for Eliana, zipped his bag open and took out a bag of potato chips and handed it to Eliana without leaving his eyes on the screen. There, he’s doing an alpha thing now, huh? Eliana took the chips from his hand, accepting it while saying the most-gentle thank you I have ever heard from her. She took her eyes towards me and stuck her tongue out. “Forget it, I already have mine,” she said.

Her auburn hair tumbled down past her shoulders and rests just slightly above her bosom and her rose-red lips part into a tiny ‘O’ when our eyes meet, hers of brilliant green hues and mine as dark as the abyss. For a moment, recognition skirts across her face before confusion takes over. “Liliana, bow down to Alpha King of the great Ancient Springs pack,” the ageing Alpha of Lock Wood pack commands from the side of the throne. My eyebrow arches high. Liliana Ross… Poor Landon is still searching everywhere for his beloved Rose. So this is the woman who abandoned my asshole half-brother in his sleep, and the infamous heiress of the Azure pack who fell from grace. What a deceptive woman.

Said Liliana who immediately opened the bag she was carrying and started looking for the business card belonging to Serina, a tarot-reading psychic. Alexis returned Adrian's gaze with her heart beating very fast there. As for Adrian, he started to show a small smile on his face, trying to calm Alexis down there a bit. "Oh, here it is." Liliana exclaimed shortly after that as she looked back directly at Alexis and Adrian, with a small business card that she held in the fingers of her right hand.

" But still, Lilian couldn’t help but get affected from the consequences of those whispers. Over time, it wasn’t just children who avoided her—it was everyone. For twenty years, Lilian kept herself in isolation. Yet, even among the hostile glares and whispers, there was someone she could never help but look at—Alpha Morgan Garren. Morgan was everything Lilian could never have—strong, proud, admired by all. A 25-year-old leader of the Blue Moon Pack stood tall, his presence commanding and undeniable. His power radiated off him like the light of the full moon, and his silver eyes held a gaze that could melt or destroy with a single glance. Lilian had secret feelings for him and she knew it was

Her words cut through the tension, each one fueled by frustration and desperation. "I want my pack, Liam! I want my mate!" Lilian exclaimed, her voice laced with anguish. "I can't stand being trapped here, away from them. I need to be with them!" "Lilian, please, try to understand," Liam gritted out. "You were just attacked. The witch is still out there, a threat to all of us. It's not safe for you or your pack." Lilian sneered, her voice dripping with frustration. "I also have a pack to care for, Liam! I have responsibilities, just like you. I miss my mate, and I can't bear to be separated from him any longer."

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.

Lilian paused in the letter she was writing, and she turned to give him her full attention. “What am I doing?” She kept her expression calm as she faked ignorance to what he was talking about. “In what way? I don't understand.” “Don't play dumb with me!” Daemon continued in a furious voice as he stalked towards her. “What is this I hear about throwing a party and inviting members of all the packs? What is wrong with you?” He came to a stop in front of her, standing tall and menacing over her. Lilian stared up at him. She blinked. Once, then twice.

“Stop using our past as a negotiation tactic. Stop looking at me like you know all my secrets.” Sebastian set his glass down. The smirk vanished, replaced by an intensity that made Liliana’s skin prickle. “I do know your secrets, Liliana,” he whispered, his voice husky and dangerous. “I know you haven’t slept properly since our meeting. I know you changed your perfume, but you still use the same gardenia-scented moisturizer. And I know,” he leaned forward slightly, “that your heart is currently beating fast enough to create ripples in your water glass.”

"Wow. The pack house is such a wonder, but I have to ask. Why so many trees? I mean, look at all the land allotted for greenery. Wait, is the Alpha a fiend?" I leaned against the bridge. "Well, you can go ask him, you know." I hadn't intended to give her a warm smile. Or maybe, she was the one that misinterpreted it. She hid her cheeks under her feathery hair and looked away. I took a while to appreciate her prettiness. Liliana had a clear fair skin, and in this airy evening, it glowed. Her hair was cut in layers, and delicately laid on her shoulders. I'd had the opportunity to look into her eyes. They shined like emeralds. The exact color Madre used to wear as contacts.

“You are such a creep!” “Best friend Myra.” Zivah rectified. “The word is a best friend.” I rolled my eyes, grabbing the pocket knife and a bag. “You want something?” “Yes. Snickers, Green Lays, Pringles, a nail polish remover, Pasta sauce.” Zivah listed on. “Get some Chocos too. And something spicy.” I glowered. “Something Ziv, I said something.” She ignored me. “I’ll message on W******p. Get all of it.”