Lilith Pleasant Novels & Stories

Candles flickered on stone altars, their flames bending toward something in the center. A figure stood there. Lilith. Her hair hung loose, her white dress stained with black smears like ink. She was whispering under her breath, eyes rolled back, hands glowing faintly as she drew strange marks in the air. When she turned, she smiled at me. “Don’t wake him,” she said softly. “Not yet.” “Where’s Griffin?” My voice shook. She didn’t answer. Instead, she reached out and touched one of the symbols hovering midair, and it burst into flame. The heat hit me like a wave, and suddenly, Griffin was there again, on his knees behind her, chains made of shadow coiled around his wrists.

She straightened her posture, her gaze steady, and took a tentative step forward, ready to face the unknown that awaited her beyond the castle's threshold. Lilith emerged from the grand entrance of the old castle, her steps measured and composed. She had resolved to face the inevitable with a facade of grace, masking her inner turmoil behind a carefully crafted smile. Her eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the picturesque scene before her. On the banks of a serene river, her parents stood, their faces beaming with joy and anticipation. Their proud smiles and enthusiastic waves were met with a reciprocating gesture from Lilith. Her delicate hand lifted, fingers gracefully extending as s

There might be shame in daydreaming and wishing that it was me he looked at, but no one has to know that. And so what if it makes me look pathetic, it's no one's business but my own. Besides, Luca Valentine looks way too hot in his blue t-shirt. A lot hotter than the green one he wore yesterday. It would be a shame for him not to be looked at. "You're staring," Lilith hisses, snapping her fingers in my face. Her red painted fingernails catches my attention, and I blink. "Stop it. You're getting creepy." Lilith tosses her equally vibrant red hair over her shoulder, a curly strand catching on her black cat shaped earring. She drops her hand and grabs her travel mug, taking a big sip of the con

Isaac's laptop sat on the desk, and its screen was still on, with chatting app open. I had no intention of checking his private messages, but the steady stream of notifications caught my eye. The group chat was titled "Lilith Fan Club". "Lilith's flight lands tomorrow. The day after, we'll use Mr. Cooper's birthday as an excuse to throw her a welcome party!" "The place is already set up. It's filled with Lilith's favorite white bellflowers. She'll definitely be moved to tears!" "Hey, what about Mrs. Cooper?" "We're throwing a welcome party for Lilith. What's there to worry about?"

I wanted her to understand—I was no longer available. Lilith’s perfectly arched brows lifted as her gaze flicked toward Elena. “Ah. The Elena Reagan.” “Yes,” I said evenly. “Elena, this is Lilith King. She’s an old family friend.” “It’s nice to meet you, Miss King,” Elena said politely, offering a handshake. But Lilith didn’t take it. Her sharp eyes swept over Elena from head to toe before she tilted her head slightly, a faint, knowing glint in her gaze.

I can’t manage to make it in the evening because I have an appointment at that time. I spot Lilith sitting at a corner table, sipping on her latte, and I approach her with a friendly smile. She looks up and meets my gaze with a flirtatious grin. She is one beautiful woman I have to say, and the smell of her cologne and her outfit just tell me she is financially loaded. She gives the aura my mom normally gives, of a self-accomplished rich woman. "Hi there! You must be Millie," she purrs, her voice soft and sultry. "I'm Lilian."

"But you dragged me out before I could finish ripping the underworld's throne apart." Ronan let out a low whistle from somewhere behind me, and I heard him light a cigarette. "You know, I thought the Titans were the main event today. I was way off." Lilith stood up, completely naked, coated in black ash that clung to her skin like a second layer. Her body was freezing cold, radiating this death magic that made my teeth ache, and I could see her skin starting to turn translucent around the edges like she was fading into mist.

Lilith appeared on screen looking immaculate in a cream silk blouse, a glass of red wine in hand. “You look like hell,” she said pleasantly. “Pregnancy doesn’t suit the weak.” “Get to the point,” I snapped. “What don’t I know?” Lilith smiled like a cat with a bird in its mouth. She slid a folder toward the camera and began flipping through scanned documents.

I scoffed, then glanced down at my pants where the print of my budge was noticeable, "Then explain what this is." Lilith's gaze trailed downward and she flushed, shaking her head, "You're being nice to me." "Silly," I snickered. "Being nice to someone doesn't give them a hard-on." "You can be in a sackcloth and still be the most desirable woman I have ever seen." "Then why didn't you say anything? You were being rude and harsh."

Lydia smiled at mom's words "You've become even more beautiful and I just love your hair'' my mother compliments her looking at her white hair. It suits her, I think Lydia is the only person that can pull white hair and look stunning. Lydia laughed, removing the glasses from her eyes to look at my mother better. "Thank you Alicent." she said "Thank you for welcoming us into your home'' "Of course, my dear. We'll be a family soon after all"my mother smiled, and Lydia nodded, visibly happy about that. Do I have to be constantly reminded of this? Can't at least one day go by without this bullshit?