Lillian Bryant Novels & Stories

"Lillian is anything but mediocre. She graduates from Norvania's top institution and runs her own advertising agency purely through her talent and hard work." Equally riled up, Lillian retorted, "None of us here are mediocre. Any one of us could outshine you effortlessly. Take my friend Fenna, for example. "Like General Morrison, she graduated from the National Defense University, worked in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and speaks Xyprish fluently. "She earned her position alongside General Morrison entirely on her own merits. If it weren't for your deceitful tactics pushing her away, she'd still be his invaluable assistant."

Tristan nodded unconsciously. "I didn't know Aunt Lillian looked this beautiful when she was young." Luke scratched his head. "I mean... she still looks like she's twenty-five now, but back then..." "...she really looked like she was only sixteen." Penelope smiled softly. "Aunt Lillian has always been beautiful." --- Back in the memory... Bright's tired face instantly brightened. "Lily?" "What are you doing here?" Lillian walked toward him with a sweet smile. "I'm eighteen now." "I can visit my brother whenever I want."

This bitch. "Rita! Hi, I can't talk now. I am working. At lunch maybe?" I try to sound professional. "I know Ethan. Haha, you are so funny. There is a package from A****n from Ryan. I am sending it to the tenth floor and see you at lunch." I hear her irksome giggles before she keeps her side of the phone. And I really feel like a dumb bitch.

Lucas enunciates each and every word. “Wow, I would have actually believed that you guys were siblings. You could have just stuck to that story.” I say making Eleanor laugh, “Also you’ve had a kid? Jeez, you are so hot, I wouldn’t have guessed that in a thousand years.” I say as I look at her body. I already look like a potato compared to her. “Thanks, my daughter is ten years old now.” She says and my mouth falls open. “NO freaking WAY. You look not a day over 25. When did you have her-“

The first and only time she saw her cry was when her mother died. "It's nothing, Hannah," Caitlyn answered and sniffed, wiping her face with the back of her palm. "I'm fine," She said and managed to force a smile. "Are you sure?" She asked out of pure concern. "Yes, Hannah. Thank you. What brings you here?" The lady sighed and stretched a file to her. "Mr. Bernard asked me to give this to you to review after typing." "Oh, the CARIA case?" She asked, taking the file from her.

I'ma fuck somebody's shit up. I've spent the last few years calming this nut down. Motherhood has been good for her. Every time one ease off the tit I fuck another one in her. That's my bit to keep the rest of the population safe from her shit. We were cruising along nicely, the kids were doing okay, Jr. is ten going on thirty, Ari is six little Sean is four and baby Jason is almost two years old. But it's my only daughter, Lilliana or Lily as most everyone calls her, eight years old and too fucking smart for her own good.

Noah didn't show up, but he did send a huge bouquet of flowers. Doug attended in person to cut the ribbon and didn't miss the chance to remind the business moguls to take good care of me. He had no objections to me starting the studio; in fact, he admired my ambition and courage. Having just returned to the country, I needed time to gather momentum, and he understood that. After the opening ceremony, I cleaned up and retreated to my office to make some coffee. Suddenly, I heard the click of high heels approaching. I looked up and saw Noah's dream girl, Lillian. She was a well-known model in the industry—tall, with strikingly fair skin, and dressed in a sleek, black strap dress that highlight

“Just there.” “Erebus,” she said to Heath. “And Cameron, I’d wash my hands if I were you. Lillian’s had a suspicious itch, and has a doctor’s appointment this afternoon, don’t you Lilli? Don’t worry, honey, I’m sure that an antibiotic will clear that right up, but you might want to wear protection in the future when you f-k your way through the football team. Enjoy your lunch.” She smiled with false brightness. The group was rendered silent, Lillian’s cheeks colouring and Heath’s jaw unhinging. Lillian recovered first, bursting into tears, and running towards the girl’s bathroom.

I felt chills all over my body when he said that. “Enzo,” I called, but not knowing what to say. My left arm went numb from the sudden ache going on in my heart. I feel bad for him. I feel bad for the kids. I remember the situation I had with Isabella over the Rice Krispies treat. Lillian Moretti – or should I say Lillian Baker, she was a successful model when she was alive. She always gave a lot of donations and helped a lot of people too. I know Lorenzo wouldn’t lie to me, especially in this situation, but hearing him talk about the real Lillian like this almost feels like a lie.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.