Lilith Toh Novels & Stories

“Yeah. Definitely her kid.” The room quiets after that but it’s not uncomfortable. It’s soft and warm in a way I haven’t felt in a long time. I sit curled slightly into the couch while Toby slowly starts falling asleep against my side again, his head resting on my shoulder while Lilith steals fries from Malachi’s plate without shame. “You know,” Lilith says eventually, “for someone rich, your emotional breakdown snacks are disappointing.” “I didn’t invite you.” “No. Your instability did.” A soft laugh slips out before I can stop it.

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.

The mere thought of it gives me nauseating chills. “He’s right,” a female voice comes from the corner of the office, and when I turn my head, my heart nearly stops. “You need to leave this pack in capable hands, and as much as we see Lazlo as your successor, it needs to be a Vega.” Tienette Vega, Lilith’s mother, is here; but how?! I’m turning 21 in a few days, which means Lilith is nearly 13. Was this woman not killed the minute Lilith was born?

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.

Gross. I’m looking across the crowd and do a double take when I see a flash of strawberry blonde hair. I realize that I know this chick. Can’t really see her face yet but I am definitely taken by her hair and hourglass figure. She’s swaying to the music and seems to be lost in her own world. As she turns around with the song, I see her face. Lilith. She’s gorgeous tonight. She has on a deep purple lace top that covers her full sleeves and tight leather pants with knee high boots that accentuate her ass perfectly. Man, I almost wish Brody didn’t set me up tonight.

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.