Lillian Bryant Novels & Stories

Ellaine was never allowed to go anywhere asides the house and school, to stay out late, to have boyfriend until 26, and a lot more of no-no’s. “I wish I could be more like that bird.” She said to herself, “If only I can have the courage to leave Aunt Caroline.” But it was impossible.

At least not without a better solution to ending the war. Leah got up from her seat and headed to her room. She had a lot to think about. She knew one thing for sure: she didn't want to mate with Theodore Blackwell. Leah entered her room and went straight to the bathroom. Once showered and changed, she got into bed and promptly gave into exhaustion.

As hurt as he seemed, the fact remained that Lillian wasn't a child. I must commend her restraint and patience. At twenty-five and unmated, it wasn't a great thing. I knew Linda was planning to have an arranged marriage for her, but Lillian turned it down. If it wasn't for Brandon's history with Winter, what he did to her even though she was his fated and the fact that he was currently married, I wouldn't have bothered, but right now, it was an issue, even if we choose to ignore it, it was an issue.

She melted almost instantly, her thighs pressing together as a visible wet spot started forming on the front of her white panties. Lillian watched us with hungry, half-lidded eyes from the bed. “Let her join, Adrian,” she whispered, her voice husky. “I want to touch her too.” That was all the permission I needed. I untied Lillian quickly, freeing her wrists and ankles. She stretched her limbs with a soft moan, then moved behind Gabrielle like an eager little accomplice. “Finger her,” I ordered my stepsister. Lillian didn’t hesitate. She reached around, sliding her hand under Gabrielle’s sundress and into her soaked panties. Gabrielle gasped sharply as Lillian’s fingers found her dripping sli

Lillian said standing on the threshold to his office. “Hmm?” He flicked a look over his shoulder. As always when at work, Lillian was the perfect picture of a paralegal, her blonde hair slicked back into a sophisticated chignon, her pale blue pant suit elegant, understated femininity, and her make-up tasteful and simple. She was a poster child for vanilla sex. “How can I help you, Lilli?” He straightened and turned to face her. “I don’t know if you heard, there was a death at Zeus two days ago.”

"We could have made a great team." Lillian turned her head towards Xenia. "Though, I guess I should be lucky to still be here when Melania returns." Lillian closed her eyes and sighed happily. "Everything was better when Melania was here. She took care of me when everyone else ignored me. Before her, it was all about Laurie. My parents were so proud of her. 'Laurie is so good at magic.' or 'Laurie doesn't need a wolf to show she's powerful.' Now they're dead, and she had no one to boost her ego. She's not even half the person I am. Almost literally, she's only about four feet tall."

"Your grandfather’s foundation will raise record numbers this evening. However, I noticed the cohost seat at the head table remains entirely vacant. Where is Lillian?" Nathaniel took a slow sip of his water, his voice perfectly steady. "As I informed the committee this afternoon, Arthur,Lillian is currently participating in an advanced clinical practicum at the university medical center. The scheduling was unalterable, and she felt her duty to her patients took precedence over a social gathering."

None of it came close to the woman standing in the center of it all—my Lillian. Finally, I looked at her—really looked at the beauty standing in front of me. Lillian wore a breathtaking blue dress, one made from soft satin that flowed like liquid over her delicate frame. The fabric clung to her in all the right places, cinching at her waist and outlining the gentle curve of her hips with an elegance that made my chest tighten. She looked like something out of a dream, something I didn’t deserve but would do anything to keep. Her blonde hair was styled in a neat bun, though a few soft strands had fallen free, framing her angelic face in the most perfect, effortless way. Around her wrist shimm

“The staff were unsettled. She spoke to each of them individually. By Friday evening the house was calmer than it had any right to be.” I sat with that for a moment. Lillian, who had arrived in this house performing fragility as a survival mechanism, managing a staff of eleven through a federal investigation of the family patriarch with the precision of someone who had been waiting her entire adult life for the opportunity to demonstrate what she was actually capable of. “Is she up?” I said. “Her light was on at five-thirty,” Mrs. Carter said. “She does not sleep well. I don’t think she ever has.”

Lillian bit her lips and whispered, "Don't go. You should be wary of that woman. Do not be duped." As the Blood Thorn Mercenary Team leader, Lillian often traveled around Black Water Town, so she was very familiar with Rita, the manager of the trading center. Rita was not only good at business, but she was also very good at seducing men. Lillian did not want Darryl to fall into her trap. Darryl was stunned. "Why? It's just business talk. It can't be that bad." "Just listen to me and turn her down." Lillian was a little anxious.