Lillian Brightmoon Location Novels & Stories

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."

My husband, Don Axel Thorne, died protecting me in a mob war. I was his widow for six years, until I turned thirty. The old guard of the Family told me it was time to move on. My friends told me to let him go. Even in my dreams, his bloody hands would cup my face, begging me to live again. So I agreed to an arranged marriage. But first, I went to his grave for one last goodbye. I’d just left the cemetery when a post appeared in my feed. [Thanks, hubby, for the six-year anniversary gift! A fifty-million-dollar penthouse in Miami!] My blood ran cold. My hands shook. The phone nearly slipped from my grip. In the photo, the man I buried six years ago was slipping a massive diamond onto another woman's finger. The background was a lavish penthouse. His style. I put my people on it. We had the location in minutes. Drove straight there. I knocked, the door opened, and I froze. The woman standing there was Seraphina. His adoptive sister. The one the Family exiled six years ago for her obsession with him.

“Beta Andre is my mate?… Oh moon goddess why?” Lillian is a Doctor who had left the pack when she was fifteen. An high school student who was opportune to be in the same institution with the sons of the Alpha and beta—Drake and Andre, with their best friend, Lucas. Despite their social class and untouchable status, she found herself falling deeper and deeper for Drake—the son of the Alpha, which led her to make an unbelievable mistake that made her life in the school and pack so unbearable that she had to relocate to a faraway pack to start her life anew. After some time, she was required to return to where it all started, back to the nightmare she had been running from all her life and had intended to do so quietly until everything came crashing down when she stumbled on her fated mate and she was then torn between the one her heart truly desires and the one meant for her heart. But fate and matters of the heart may be delayed, but can never be denied. This is a story of passion and intense emotions…of pain and regret…..of pure love and patience interwoven in every word, sentences and character and a question boldly hanging over it; Can one successfully decides one’s fate, not minding the one destined for him?

To prepare for a baby, my wife, Daphne Sinclair, suggested we start working out together and keep each other accountable by tracking our daily step counts. While I was away on a two-week business trip, she ranked first on our Fitbit leaderboard every single night. Then one day, my neighbor suddenly sent me a video. The location tag showed it was filmed right in the parking lot beneath my apartment. "Bro, impressive. Your wife's even hired a personal trainer for her workouts now? That Maybach suspension really hits different." In the video, a pink sports bra I had never seen before hung from the driver’s side window. The car rocked rhythmically, accompanied by Daphne's restrained yet excited breathing. I dialed her number. "Where are you?" Her voice turned soft and coy. "On the treadmill, sprinting. Honey, I'm working so hard for our baby." "Really?" I chuckled. "You've worked so hard the entire neighborhood knows about it." Holding the phone, I said slowly, word by word, "Open the door. I'm bringing you a towel."

In the first year after marrying Victoria Kingsley, I choose to celebrate the holidays with her in her childhood home. At dinner, my mother-in-law suddenly claims that she's lost her gold bracelet. That's when Victoria's childhood friend, Jonathan Zane, points at me. "You must be the one who stole the bracelet! After all, you've been a serial pickpocket since you were young!" Everyone turns to stare at me, their gazes unkind. I thought Jonathan must have mistaken me for another person, so I tell everyone that I never stole the bracelet. But Jonathan continues confidently, "You were punished for stealing from others in high school all the time! Not to mention, I saw you at the police station last month! There's no way I'd have gotten the wrong guy!" Then, Jonathan lays down the details including the time, location, as well as the clothes I was wearing that day. All I feel is mixed feelings at the moment. The thing is, I was at the police station because I needed to obtain some evidence. After all, I'd already joined the judiciary a long time ago. Last month, I was even promoted to the presiding district court judge.

A medical report shows me my husband's true colors. I've been diagnosed with late-stage stomach cancer. Yet, my husband gives our life savings to someone else. I lunge at him to take my anger out on him, but he shoves me to the floor. "Lillian needs the money to open up a shop, you madwoman! So what if I've given her the money? "You have late-stage stomach cancer, so it's the end of the line for you! Why are you trying to compete with someone who has a long life ahead when you already have one foot in the grave? You can't expect Mom and I to lose everything because of you, right?" I sit dazedly on the floor. I've never found him more unfamiliar. After that, I sneak all my wedding gifts out, wanting to sell them for money. However, I'm told they're all fakes. My husband sneers. "I'm glad I had the foresight to switch them out for the real deal. You would've taken all the money if not for that!" Later, the hospital called to say there was an issue with their system. The names on the medical reports were wrongly indicated. I ask my husband, "Why are you competing with someone who has a long life ahead when you already have one foot in the grave?"

On the night of my graduation party, just before my first shift, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart discovered I might awaken Alpha bloodline. She tricked me into eating a layered cake laced with silver powder. I'm extremely sensitive to silver. After eating it, my chest heaved violently, my eardrums buzzed, and I gasped desperately for air with my mouth wide open. Lynette laughed like a maniac. "There's just a tiny bit of silver powder in that cake. Are you seriously overreacting like this? Who are you putting on this show for?" I collapsed on the ground like a dying dog, begging my boyfriend. "Tyler, please take me to the hospital. I'm really going to die." My boyfriend Tyler Cross looked at me coldly. "How much silver powder could possibly be in such a small piece of cake?" "Lynette's writing her graduation thesis on how Alpha bloodlines suppress silver poisoning. She just needs a little help from you. Do you really need to fake being dead?" My breathing became more and more labored. I stopped begging him. Instead, I pulled out my phone and sent an emergency message with my location to my father, the Alpha King.

Finding out that you are the Son of the very first Lycan created can be a bit.. overwhelming! Especially when you never knew they even existed! Manny is newly home from the Marines and is just looking to settle down, when one day he has a chance encounter with Keya. A tiny touch from this girl is enough for him to want to make her wifey. Keya has had some intense run-ins with several boys and isn't looking to be in another overwhelming relationship. She meets Manny while at Papa's restaurant and didn't think too much about it when she gave him a hug to thank him, but boy was she wrong.. Secrets from Manny's past will have him doubting his family and finding out the truth will send him into an unknown location, shrouded in secrecy. Can he really be a Lycan? Do Supernatural beings exist? And if so, is he the offspring of the one and only Ancient Alpha, the Alpha that all other Alphas have to obey?! And what about Keya, what does her background hold? Join them on their journey to truth, love and discovery in a world where things are not what they seem. Warning this book contains near Rape, Violence, Harsh Language and Dark Content. And human, mystical creature relations.

Serena’s life is turned upside down on her wedding anniversary when she receives an unexpected text from her husband, Rowan, inviting her to their favourite spot in the pack to celebrate their anniversary. Eager to rekindle their love, Serena arrives at the location—only to walk in on a shocking scene: a strange man lying naked on the bed, as if he belongs there. She Confused and heartbroken, Serena tries to make sense of the situation, leaving her reeling with unanswered questions. The following day, Serena is blindsided when Rowan accuses her of cheating as pictures circulate with her and a strange naked man in bed, claiming that she had been unfaithful and tarnished their marriage and his image as an Alpha. With her life in ruins and her marriage shattered, he banishes her, publicly humiliating her and claiming she has disgraced him in the eyes of their pack members and family. Devastated and betrayed, Serena has nowhere to turn but was determined to prove her innocence and take back everything taken from her. With her heartbreak turning to fury, especially for a woman scorned, she rebuilds her self under a newly discovered identity and powers, striking back at those who wronged her. Will she destroy everything her husband, Rowan holds dear or will her pursuit of revenge ultimately consume her own soul?

On our tenth wedding anniversary, I made a special trip to the salon to have my hair done. While settling the bill, I noticed an extra charge on my account. It was a coloring and perm package. Judging by the price, it was a package meant for waist-length hair. Mine had been cropped short for seven or eight years. I called my husband, Jason Moore. "Have you used my salon membership card recently?" There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before he laughed lightly, "Oh, I lent it to Quincy a few days ago." Quincy Hahn was his business partner, a fine arts student with long hair. She treasured her natural curls more than anything. She would never be willing to dye or perm it. More importantly, her elder sister was a major shareholder of this salon. Why would she ever need to use my card? I said nothing more and ended the call. Then, I headed straight to a location displayed on my phone. In the cafe, a long-haired lady was nestled in Jason's arms. Her freshly permed curls were soft and bouncy, framing her blushed face with certain demureness. Jason had always complained that my short hair made me look rough and manly. I lacked gentleness and charm. It seemed this long-haired lady suited his tastes perfectly.