Novel & Cerita Lilith: A Novel

"Liliana, I don't think you understand the current situation. Now, I'm the one Finnley likes, and you're the enemy he wants to torture. He has handed you over to me. Do you think I'll let you go?" A LITTLE AUTHOR NOTE Dear Readers, I know this story can be painful to read right now. Liliana is suffering, enduring heartbreak, injustice, and losses that may make you angry, frustrated, and even want to give up on this book. But I promise you, her pain is not meaningless. Some revenge stories burn hot and fast. This one is different. Revenge is a dish served cold, and Liliana's revenge will be worth the wait. Every tear, every humiliation, and every moment of suffering is building toward somethi

The corpse-like spirit then rushed towards the woman, surrounding her while they move in a swirl. “Hells breath!” Verna’s eyes turned pitch-black while being engulfed in a raging fire. The blaze quickly crawled on almost every part of the room, burning everything it touched all the while setting up a wall of flame between them and the lady. Lilian began chanting. “Lilith’s womb, come to my aid,” keeping her hands close together as she began drawing every ounce of energy that she had.

“She wrote me a letter and sent it to the headquarters. It was sent to Luca… the letter was returned to her.” Eric shook his head slowly. “From what I gathered while you were gone, Lilith has been living in her hometown for years. She is loyal to the same gas station, the same grocery store. She goes out on business trips once in a while, but they are all related to her writing career. She is actually very famous!” “Shit,” I breathed. “She has an apartment here, but the doorman confirmed that she rarely ever goes there.” My mind reeled with all the implications while I thought out loud.

I look at Caleb for help, grasping for words I can hardly find. "Her name's Lilith," he interjects. I sigh in relief, feeling less anxious than before. "I was just giving her a tour of the place." She looks at me, no, observes me, stripping me down to the bone from the head down. I can't tell if she's judging me in a good way or a bad way, and the uncertainty makes me feel unhinged. I decide to break the ice by extending my palm for her to shake. "H-hello! " I can feel my palms turn sweaty as she looks at me with an unreadable look on her face, then her eyes brieftly land on my hand and up again.

"Lilith's strength is limited. She has a vulnerability, a secret that even she isn't quite aware of. You can terminate her if you discover it. In my chest, hope flashed. A flaw? That implied that there was a method to permanently vanquish her. However, before he could speak again— There was a guttural, deep sound. The earth shook beneath our feet as a result of the loudness. Lilith was still alive. The village was rocked by the explosion of the blazing wreckage behind us. A black figure emerged from the rubble, swirling in smoke and ash. I felt sick to my stomach. Lilith appeared to be struggling to keep herself together as she stood there, her body fractured by the darkness. She had lost he

She rolled her eyes at me as she opened the door, “Well no one would believe you even if you came out to say that, bitter lilith.” To think we used to be close when we were younger was something that felt unreal whenever I thought about it. And right now, we were just the Belluci women who got compared each day, side by side by everyone. While Yara was the Angelic Belluci, whom people saw as the pure, cute, innocent and handworking billionaire Belluci that had a successful brand, I was the Lilith Belluci, the ruthless, always on edge woman who needed to get laid, had the most sour expression, heartless and who had taken over half of her father’s Mafia business, because of reasons best known

Lilith thought to herself as she redressed and padded back to her bedroom. 'Thank the moon today was a Saturday; I don't have to deal with having to go to the school that I call Hell. Back in her room, dressed in casual clothes, Lilith decided to do some self-research. She needed to know what was going why she was changing, and these odd markings on her body. So Lilith made her way to her father's study, Hoping that her father's hoard of books and knowledge he had gathered throughout the years could tell her what was going on.

That night, rain fell gently, soaking the mansion’s garden. The soft patter of rain could be heard through the master bedroom window. Lilith sat on the edge of the bed, reading one of the old books Ingrid had lent her. But for the past fifteen minutes, she hadn’t turned the page. Lilith’s thoughts were wandering all over the place, about her transformation, about Noah, about her mother’s secret journal, and also about Lucas. “You’ve read that page three times already, Lilith.” Lucas’s voice snapped Lilith out of her reverie.

Governments mobilized. Markets crashed. Faith exploded. And Lily— Daughter of Lucifer. Former Convergence. Anchor without throne— Opened her eyes. They were not gold. Not crimson. But something new. Horizontal light. And she said— “Link them.” The world held its breath. And the lattice began forming.

(Author's POV) Lilith sat on the cold floor with her back resting against the iron bars of her cell. She had cried until no more tears seemed willing to come. Her swollen eyes stared blankly at the opposite wall, yet she wasn't truly seeing it. All she saw... Was Oliver. His smile. His gentle eyes. The way he always called her name as though it was the most beautiful word he'd ever spoken. A sad sob escaped her lips. Her trembling fingers slowly found their way to her stomach.