Lilith Aensland Novels & Stories

God knew how much longer this would take now that they had to be in my office too. Who came up with such dumb reality TV shows? “Lilith!” the director, Andrea, jogged over to me, her hair coming loose from her bun as she pushed her hair back with a hand. She was a really pretty woman. Light brown hair, peachy skin, and vibrant green eyes. “Great work today. You seem tired already, though. Want to push this to tomorrow instead?” “I’d rather get most of it over with,” I sighed. Andrea threw her head back and laughed, hands on her hips as her shoulders shook in her white button up.

The game is on, and I’m going to remind whoever dared cross the De Luca family why I’m the Don. --- Lilith I don't like to leave traces. My tracks are always cleared even before I can say Jack. After all that was my charm, clean jobs. I am painting again. This time it is way more darker than my normal paintings. There's a darkness to each stroke. My phone suddenly rings, and I pick it up, knowing who it is,and why exactly he is calling. "Enjoying your husband's house, Lilith?" I grind my teeth at the wicked sarcasm in his tone. "Of course, father."

"I don't know her." "Can you describe the girl you saw?" Chul asked, his eyes briefly flickering to the ring on his own finger, which emitted a faint glow. Lilith nodded, her fingers still caressing her own ring. "She had chocolate eyes, long black curly hair. She appeared to be a high school teenager, and I don't know if she was more beautiful than me," she murmured, trying her best to conjure an accurate description of the girl named Annabelle. "Why do I feel as though I have a connection with her? Do I have anything to do with her? Why do I...?" Lilith's words trailed off, her confusion mounting.

Olivia’s body trembled. “Gehennam ignis, tandem venit de miser libro,” the woman said while she hovered over the child. “Videtur quod te salvum me. Qui ut tebi sit, she continued. But the woman’s expression indicated she realized something. “It seems Latin is no longer widely used. “Greetings, I am Lilith. I have been trapped in that book for decades. But you freed me. I am bonded to your soul forever, little witch. You shall never be lonely again.” Lilith? Little witch? Olivia shook her head. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about. How were you trapped in that thing and why are you calling me a witch? I am not a witch!”

Lilith POV “Finally, we meet face to face... Lilith,” she whispered, her fake British accent roared realm, disturbing the quietness, The dim light from the gate's lamps shined on her, revealing nothing but true beauty, she was gorgeous. It's her, I thought, the same woman I've seen in my nightmares. Wearing a white dress that clung to her body, perking her breasts closer to her collar bone, the long slit on both sides running up thin thighs, exposing her bikini area, easily, I recognized her bright purple eyes anywhere, they were an exact match to mine, dyed in artificial ginger her hair was cut short, the ends were bluntly chopped, resting stiffly on her shoulders, and though the natural da

Coming out of the bathroom I almost bumped into Lillith , she's hopping around with one heeled boot on , looking for the other . Lilith is stunning , she has long red hair and a killer body with curves in all the right places , her five feet nine inches height makes her stand out . Standing next to her I feel like one of the seven dwarfs . Especially as I prefer flat shoes, mostly trainers or combat boots up against her stupidly high heels , I have no idea how she works in them . My shoulder length blonde wavy hair combined with my honey gold eyes does make me stand out in my own way . “ Ready," she asks as I come out of my room dressed in my skinny black jeans and grey off shoulder top wit

A tall, dark figure stepped into view. Lilith. The maids instantly froze. One dropped the tray. The other backed away in silence. She wore a long black cloak, her eyes glowing purple. Her smile was sharp, dangerous, and full of secrets. Lilith moved like smoke, eyes glowing faintly purple, her hands hidden beneath her long black cloak. She didn’t speak. Just stared at Lunae with a smile that dripped venom. Lilith didn’t speak. She walked straight to the bars and reached inside.

She wondered why she was on the side of the Dark evils of their mortal enemy. “Thana will not show herself until you drop this blood on the ground.” She keeps observing of what Lilith would do next. Why is it her anger keeps high until now? “Who are you?” “I’m Lilith.” “Why I should trust you?” “I’m the daughter of Edora from the magic world of Atenowa. The holly land of witches.” Her heart trembles as she heard the words from Lilith. What is in her mind? Is Lilith is one of the dark evils?

The scientist hissed and complained for the next five minutes about putting safety measures for sudden spikes in amplitudes. As Nash and Khronos bickered back and forth, I waited for Lilith. According to the profile from the mad genius' database, Lilith was a vain woman with an aristocratic sense of fashion. Her hair was streaked with grey, always seen worn in a pouffe. How her hair stayed in position all day, I had no idea. My bets were placed on a wig. No human hair can stay that flawless after a whole day.

Lilith stood by the side of Ann with an empty look, like a puppet following its puppeteer. Edmund narrowed his eyes at the scene in front of him with a frown-- Why was SHE here?! And what was she doing with Ann?! The last time he checked, Ann was the one who stole Jacob from her! Putting down his glass, Edmund took a step forward to Lilith, and Ann noticed his intention immediately-- "Please," Ann curved her lips as she announced to the room, "This is the girl who asked to be turned on our last meeting, Jacob's girlfriend, Lilith Hayes."