Lilith Pleasant Novels & Stories

Before I could respond, the soft sound of footsteps drew both our attention toward the entrance of the garden Lilith appeared, her blonde hair cascading around her shoulders, illuminated by the golden glow of the garden lights, she wore a faint smile, her presence serene. Lorraine gasped audibly, her eyes wide with disbelief "Is that—?" she stammered, unable to finish her sentence. I nodded, my heart tightening “Yes, that's Lilith.” Lilith stopped a few steps away, her smile gentle but unwavering. “Hello, Lorraine” she said softly, her voice warm but steady. Lorraine shook her head as though trying to clear her thoughts

We sat around the dining table with six chairs that allowed us to enjoy a peaceful meal. There was a built in fire pit that I assumed was handy during cold weather. A couple of finely sculpted plants added a simple organic touch to this outdoor space. 'Huh? ' I didn't have a clue on what he was talking about at all. I tried searching my mind about anything that could be specifically wrong with me but I came up with none. 'Honey you're limping, did you hurt yourself? ' Renata pointed out, pulling her eye brows together in worry. I tried maintaining a straight face because my mind instantly flashed back to the sweet moments I had shared with my men.

But I know kids love them and my friends, especially my baby. "Five layers, caramel flavor but I do not want it to be so sweet that much. I do not want my guest to have a fucking toothache. Must have a flower on every floor of it and on the top put a fucking figurine of my baby and me." I respond to her quiz. She is busy writing all those details that I have stated. I actually have no idea what will it looks like.

“The doctor did say your memories would all return someday.” Javier studied the small, faint hint of mirth on her face and flashed her a smile. Lilith was an exceptionally beautiful woman of the doll-like variety. She had fair-skinned, delicate features and a regal bearing. The only thing that was out of place? Her figure. Goddamn, she was smoking hot. Her breasts were practically pressing against the driving wheel even as she drove. It was so cramped that Javier looked away out of embarrassment. Lilith was definitely an angel with a devil’s body, in the sense that she had a youthful ingenue’s mien…on top of a femme fatale’s boobs!

I don’t even know why I did it. One minute I was sipping coffee, the next… I was on Lilith’s profile. She was never big on posting before. But now, drawings. Paintings. Pictures of her hands covered in paint, her brush-stained fingers. A few rare selfies. And she looked… Beautiful. Peaceful. Free. Like someone who had finally untied a noose from around her neck. I stared at the screen, heart suddenly heavy. “She’s fine without me,” I muttered, half to myself, half to the aching silence. “She looks happier. So what does that say about me?”

The mirror was showing her a kingdom. "Beautiful, isn't it?" The voice came from behind her and Eve spun, her heart slamming, the mirror clutched against her chest. Lilith stood at the edge of the treeline with her dark garnet skin and her ink-drop eyes and that particular quality of stillness she had, like someone who had been standing in wild places long enough that the wild places had simply incorporated her. She was smiling, not the sharp predatory smile from their first meeting but something warmer, something that had satisfaction in it and also something that looked surprisingly like pride.

Staying buried inside her for a moment, I caught my breath, then reached out and tapped Rylan's tensed arm. "Let her breathe." Rylan pulled back slightly, a thin strand of saliva breaking between their lips. Sure enough, Lilith immediately gasped for air, her chest heaving, silent tears tracking down her temples. Her glazed eyes reflected the dim light, looking like a well-used sex doll, yet holding a heartbreaking fragility. The moment I slipped out of her, a mix of my cum and her arousal gushed out. The thick, white fluid trickled down her slightly swollen lips, pooling on the floor beneath her.

He said with a smile, laid back on his chair, the atmosphere gloomy and sinister like his intentions, at first glance one could tell he wasn't a man to be trusted as trusting him was like trusting the devil himself. "You had me followed?, that's very unkind of you Alexander," Lilith spoke with a simple yet frightening smile dropping her nice new girl facade, she stood up from her seat and strolled casually towards the windows gazing at the distant sky, "There's this girl Leonard seems attracted to, she's has a hair white as snow, beautiful as a siren who is she?," she asked turning her gaze to alexander.

“Please don’t let me deter you. I hear the horses gathering in the drive. I won’t be long.” “Well, as long as you won’t consider me rude,” Lilith said as she peered longingly through the long slender pane of glass that framed the set of double doors. “You are the hostess, after all. Or are you?” she giggled. “I’m just a wee bit confused about that.” Lilith giggled as she skipped out of the house. She had no interest in participating in the hunt. In fact, she abhorred them. She was simply eager to display her new riding habit to the men in the riding party.

"When something generates revenue, I tend to pay attention." "Of course." Adrian smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Though I imagine it's a rather... different sort of creative outlet for you. Given the nature of the products." Seline laughed....a small, delicate sound that was clearly meant to soften the implication. She was good at this, Dominic noted. She understood the game. She just wasn't playing it well enough to matter.