Lilith Toh Novels & Stories

I inquired as I found a seat. Lilith's eyebrow curved upwards. "When you say it like that, it sounds like I have a godawful persona. Is there anything you would like?" "Yes. I would really like us to get to the point. If you don't mind." "Of course," Lilith said, grabbing a bottle of red wine from the counter, popping it open, and taking a huge gulp. "My pets..." She began, ravishing every frizzle of the wine on her tongue. "When I choose them, they fit a very specific demographic."

"Fix up your face while you're there. You wouldn't want to make the headlines looking like a mean girl." I rolled my eyes at her. "See you two love birds then. I'm off. Take care of your babydoll Lilith, Mr Roman Argentero." And with that, she strutted off.

SOMA Lilith shows up as Jade is leaving the sitting area. My hair is a little better than it was before Sienna showed up, and Lilith’s eyes widen in approval as they size me up. She might be the high priestess, but now that the ceremony is over, she’s discarded the robes and ceremonial dress for a flower-patterned blouse tucked into fitted pants. “How are you enjoying your lady’s maid?” “Jade is wonderful,” I tell her. She smiles. “Sorry I’m late.” I wave off her apology, and she slides onto the same couch I’m seated on, moving to the other end. “What was it you wanted to talk about?”

"Yes, her name is Isabel. I know her well. As kids we used to play together while our parents were discussing work. Why do you ask?" "Nothing," she replied, looking away. "I'm just curious why he wouldn't understand my feelings if he has a daughter.” I tried to probe further. But Lilith shut down, unwilling to elaborate. It was clear that something was troubling her. But she wasn't ready to share. Despite the mystery surrounding her question, our shared love for classical music kept us close. Lilith was an exceptionally talented pianist. We often discussed our favorite composers and pieces.

I said slowly, piecing the threads together like stitching a frayed seam. "Of course he did," she said, and a dry laugh escaped her—low and humorless, like gravel scraping against steel. "Chris may be good at what he does, but I'm better. Zǐmò wasn't going to let me walk away, not when I'm more valuable than Chris ever was." She wasn't exaggerating—it was the truth. Lilith was a powerhouse, a jack of all trades and master of them all. Losing her would have been a devastating blow to their family.

Ruby: Mrs. Smith took a moment to collect herself, clearly affected by Lilith's words. Her body quivered with anger, and her hands shook with fury. "Lilith was like a daughter to me." Mrs. Smith's voice wavered. "She would often come to our home seeking comfort and guidance. But one day, she arrived dishevelled and bloodied. It was unlike anything I had ever seen, and I knew something was terribly wrong." Mrs. Smith swallowed hard as Lilith shifted uncomfortably, her face paling as she realised the gravity of what Mrs. Smith was about to reveal.

I was almost at the place car my car was parked when Lilith appeared out of nowhere, standing right in front of me. “Hi, Uncle Bastian,” she said with a cheeky smile. Uncle Bastian? Really? “Let me call you back, Zihara,” I said, ending the call. “Good to see you, Lilith. I see your Tinder account is working its magic already,” I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm as I sipped my coffee. “I don’t need a Tinder account to get a date, Uncle. You know I’m beautiful,” she replied sarcastically, resting her hands under her chin like she was posing for a photo, looking both adorable and... kissable. The sun highlighted her fiery red hair.

And cue me slipping straight into the pool to cover the evidence of my arousal. I needed to control it in front of the kid, at least! Lilith was wearing a simple black one-piece. It was conservative by most standards, but the way it covered her torso reminded me of the corsets she had once worn for me. She walked towards the side of the pool, her toned legs moving smoothly as her hips swayed from side to side. “Mind if I join you?” she asked. “Of course not.” I grinned up at her, making no effort to hide the look of admiration in my eyes from my place in the water.

Lilith noticed me first. "Hey," she said, standing from where she was seated. She let the blanket covering her lower body fall to the ground before handing the popcorn bowl to her brother, who stared at me with uncertainty in his eyes. Lilith did a little stretch; the purple polka dot top she was wearing rode up a little, showing her tiny baby bump, and the shorts she wore were too short. I frowned as the short outline the shape of her perfect creamy thighs, and when she turned, I could almost see her butt cheeks.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN Visceral Dreams Lilitu Feeding Etiquette: An F.A.Q. From Rupert Walters There seems to be a great deal of confusion about the niceties of lilitu feeding etiquette, and I have been asked to provide clarification. I will attempt to be as polite as possible while answering the common questions below, but the nature of the subject means that ladies of tender dispositions may wish to read with caution. Q: Is the consumption of venereal fluids necessary for lilitu to survive?