Lilith Pleasant Novels & Stories

Lyra's smile fell. "What is it? You don't look happy; you look really upset," Lyra asked, and Lilith knew she couldn't feign happiness when her entire plan had just been foiled by her sister. "Of course I'm not happy, why would I be? You took all the fun. I was looking so much forward to that human girl's begging face as she plea-bargained for her worthless little life. Well, if you have, at least permit me the thrill of seeing a dead body that hangs before my sight," said Lilith irritably, an ugly feeling building up in the pit of her stomach with those words.

I was just about to ask if she had seen Lil when the door opened to reveal my best friend . Lilith has been dealing with covens and I know she's exhausted, her normally bright eyes are slightly dull and she has a visible dark circle around her eyes . She comes over, gives me a kiss on the cheek then goes to sit with Fallon and the pups . Watching them with my babies warms my heart . Lilith has on a full length black and red dress that shimmers in the light , her hair is up in a fancy updo . All I can think about as I watch two of the most important people in my life fuss over my pups is how lucky they are to have so many people who love them .

Not yet. Lilith stands before us, her dark green eyes gleaming with malicious delight. Her platinum blonde/white hair flows with every one of her movements, and I can tell she’s savouring every moment of this confrontation. “It’s impressive, really,” Lilith says, her voice smooth and cold like ice water trickling down my spine. Her gaze shifts to me, and she tilts her head slightly, studying me with a curiosity that feels far too personal. “You’re holding your ground much longer than I expected. Especially you...” She lets out.

Evelyn slowly looked around them now. “Okay. This place is actually beautiful,” Evelyn murmured in acknowledgment, nodding her head ever so slightly. Lilith walked slowly toward the old wooden pier. Each step felt strange, like déjà vu. And the closer she got, the stronger that familiar feeling grew within her. “I used to come here a lot when I was little. Whenever I was sad… or angry, I’d always come here,” Lilith murmured. Evelyn followed Lilith’s steps slowly. “And now?”

She’s really putting on a show. Lilith’s smile never faltered. She dabbed her lips delicately with a napkin, her voice soft and sweet. “It warms my heart to be here again. I have missed the palace, missed serving the pack. I only wish to honor you all.” I nearly choked on my wine. Honor us? Please. She’s furious, but she’s playing innocent. Damon’s wolf growled low, vibrating through the floor but I hold him tight enough for him to understand that I don't want him to fight with he's parent,He leaned closer smelling me till he calm.

When I open the door, I give a weak smile without showing my teeth, allowing her to enter the house. "I made soup," I point out. "Don't you want to have dinner with me?" "We have a cafeteria," she frowns. "Why didn't you come down to eat with the others?" I sigh, nibbling the fur on my lower lip. "Actually, I was missing my own food," I say. "So, do you accept?" "Of course," she runs her hands over her long dress. Lilith was beautiful. She must have been no older than thirty, her hair black, her skin fair, her cheeks naturally red - whether from the cold or the heat - and she almost always wore long, but beautiful dresses.

She looked around frantically before I saw a bright shining red light coming from Seline’s chest. It took me a few moments to realize that there was a hand sticking through her chest. Seline evaporated into nothing, and Lilith was standing right behind her with her deep red lipstick on, wearing a very tight figure hugging black dress and very high stiletto heels. Lilith wiped her hands together, trying to get all remanence of Seline off of her and she looked up at me. “I am getting really sick of that nosy bitch.” Lilith said.

Every inch of him radiated confidence and control. Beside him, Lilith was the epitome of elegance and grace. Her sleek black hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her perfectly symmetrical face. Her makeup was flawless, accentuating her high cheekbones and full lips. She held their baby in her arms. A tiny, delicate bundle wrapped in a soft blue blanket. The baby cooed softly, its chubby fingers gripping Lilith's perfectly manicured hand. Lilith's dark eyes glanced around the pawn shop, finally settling on me. Her expression was unreadable. A mask of serene composure. She wore a simple yet stylish dress that hugged her slender figure.

I asked. Lilith suddenly began to grin. Then she looked from left to right. “I have the perfect idea.” She leaned in and whispered into my ear, and I smiled. Lilith was a genius. *************************************************************************************************** Everything was set for Ashira’s arrival. I glanced around my room and smiled. It was just what Ashira loved. All the vain trinkets of life are covered in clothes and gold, and money. She had nothing but her vile character and her many pots of gold. And this I would give her to appease her.

The petals shimmered in the breeze, brushing against her cloak as she walked. At the far edge of the field, she spotted someone kneeling—hood drawn low, a satchel of ember-seeds at their side. Lilith. She was planting. Not weapons. Not traps. Seeds. “You always this poetic when you’re off-duty?” Serena asked softly, smiling as she approached. Lilith looked up, wiping her ash-covered fingers on her sleeve. “These flowers bloom better when they feel remembered.” Serena crouched beside her. “You know, you used to terrify half the Hollow.”