Liliana Heartsss Novels & Stories

The desperation in her voice filled the room. The doctor stared at her, confusion evident on his face. He did not understand. But Liliana no longer cared. "They do not want me anymore." She lowered her hands slowly, her eyes empty. "You can have it." --- LMCD22

But then her expression hardened again. “Then act like it,” she hissed. “Stop looking at Oliver like he belongs anywhere near you.” “I don’t... “You do.” Her voice rose slightly now. “And I see the way he looks at you too.” My pulse quickened nervously. “Ria... “No.” She cut me off sharply. “You listen to me carefully, Lilith. Oliver is mine.” The possessiveness in her voice made my stomach twist. “We’re mates. Future Alpha and Luna. We have history, status, responsibilities together. Things you could never understand.”

LILIANA'S POV My heartbeat ceased. I remained motionless on the balcony. The cloaked silhouette had vanished. In an instant. One moment, they were present. The following— Nada. Just shadows. Merely the silent garden. A chill crept along my spine. Had it all been in my mind? Absolutely not. I was aware of what I had observed. Someone had been keeping an eye on me. Not the estate. Me. Step by step, I retreated slowly.

Alex and Elena leaned in closer, their bodies tense with shared concern. Dean lowered the knife slowly. He placed it on the table with deliberate care. His voice remained calm, but the edge in it was unmistakable. “It is not a simple tracker. It is listening to your heart. Lila can hear every beat from wherever she is watching.” Lily swallowed hard. Her voice trembled only slightly. “She knows I am afraid right now.” Jenna pulled Lily into her arms. She held her sister tightly against her chest. “She knows nothing about us. She sees numbers on a screen. She does not see how strong you are and she does not see how much we love each other.”

- Lauren spoke calmly, tracing the plans with a pen on the paper on the reading table in her hotel room. - We will send all historians back to their countries, for their safety, to fulfill the agreement with Allyson to protect as much as possible. And even if it sounds selfish of me, I need some time with her, we need to talk, I need her to listen to me for a few minutes and then I leave for Colombia to find my parents while Karila is hidden in the women's village. At that point she will be long enough gone for Al Sisi to release the photographs in the international media as a means of targeting her, we will only prove the photos are a hoax when each of us is safe. And that includes as a tot

Gross. I’m looking across the crowd and do a double take when I see a flash of strawberry blonde hair. I realize that I know this chick. Can’t really see her face yet but I am definitely taken by her hair and hourglass figure. She’s swaying to the music and seems to be lost in her own world. As she turns around with the song, I see her face. Lilith. She’s gorgeous tonight. She has on a deep purple lace top that covers her full sleeves and tight leather pants with knee high boots that accentuate her ass perfectly. Man, I almost wish Brody didn’t set me up tonight.

She spoke so smoothly without hesitation as if she had rehearsed the line. Liliana even winked at Joanna before stepping past her. However, after walking a few steps, she suddenly turned back, leaned in close, and whispered, "Oh, right. Best wishes, Joanna. May your heart's desire come true. I hope you and Mr. Smith get together soon." Joanna watched Liliana's retreating figure, momentarily unsure of what to think. Did Liliana truly not have any connection with Sean? Had she misunderstood everything? Joanna could not be sure.

Liliana bit her lips to hide her smile, “You were the one who asked for cooperation, with astonishingly generous terms, I might add.” Jonathan furrowed his brows and looked at Vincent, who shook his head. Liliana laughed, “We have never formally introduced ourselves. Allow me! My name is Liliana, founder and chief designer of L&L designs.” Vincent exclaimed, “It’s you.” Jonathan looked at her wide-eyed, but then he calmed himself. He recalled she had said that she would grow up to be an outstanding person. “You are hard to find, even more so pursue, Mrs. Liliana,” Jonathan remarked.

Port District – Abandoned Apartment – Midnight Liliana stood in front of a cracked mirror, peeling off the prosthetic that altered her appearance. Beneath the layers of disguise, her face emerged—calm, unbothered, surgical in focus. She placed the now-empty vial container on the table beside her and opened her laptop. On screen: dozens of files. Footage of Alex and Sophia. Their arguments. Their moments of trust. In every instance, Liliana could spin into manipulation. She clicked a button.

“What is it?” Shе tаkes a deeр breаth, cleаrly weighing hеr words. “I wаs tаlking to Lylah tоday, аnd... well, we disсussed somеthing thаt I think is worth cоnsidering.” I raise an eyebrow. “What did yоu discuss?” “She hаs a daughtеr, Alessia, yоu knоw,” she says cаrefully.