Lillian Bryant Novels & Stories

she stated bluntly with a straight face. The whole room was taken aback. It sounded more like a romantic confession. Killian wondered if he was hearing things because he knew that his beloved daughter was already dating someone. "Arte, it sounds like you're asking for permission to marry me" Lillian snorted in amusement, sitting on the other side of her bed. Hearing this, Arte stiffened, quickly putting her hands up and waving them slightly "My apologies, that isn't quite what I meant," she said sheepishly, usually pretty good at using her brain and words. "What I mean is, your daughter is my number one. My best friend. The person I share no blood with, but love the most like I do. If I coul

For seven years I dated my brother's best friend, Kane Walker, in secret, and I planned to propose to him the night he won the championship. I followed the location Kane had shared with me on Life360 to the team's private lounge. Outside the door, I heard a teammate ask him, "Lillian is coming back. What are you going to do about that plus-size stand-in you keep at home?" Kane idly swirled his glass. "She can't control what she eats. Whose fault is that? These days, one look at the rolls of fat all over her body makes me lose my appetite." Someone laughed. "You don't like her? You touch the bracelet she gave you before every game, and no matter how late a road game ends, you still go home. W

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

She looked at Jamira. “This is my daughter Layla, right?” Jamira looked seriously, and said yes. Lucifer got up from his seat, and walked to the woman. “Lilith, she’s been in the human world all this time. She probably doesn't know that she can breathe or not breathe and be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand right above her breast. He kissed her with a passion I had no clue could exist.

Damon and I looked to the corner in a unison, but we saw no one, “There is no one there Elder Lilith,” Young Damon said. “Are you sure about that?” a sweet and calming voice asked. In the corner, stood a lady with shoulder-length brown hair, a crescent moon marking on her arm, giving off a bright purple radiant glint. I was speechless, I didn't even blink, I just stared at her, “Damon Taylor, come with me,” Damon went with into another room. And I sat there waiting for him. Who was this woman?

Blake's POV The room brightened up and I heard Jade's voice, making me pull away from whatever her name is, "Blake?" she uttered my name, I looked towards the light switch to find her standing there, one hand on the switch and the other holding her bathrobe in place, shock overwriting her features as she stared at us, her hands fell to her sides and the robe slipped open, exposing her fair legs and the night shirt she had on wasn't buttoned completely, showing off her cleavage and a few bits of her stomach. This was all her fault to begin with, walking around the house in such flimsy clothes and I can't even touch her, she's the reason why I have to resort to this.

I really don’t like introducing stuffs. Before I could speak he spoke. "Let's put Kyle first" He said and looked at Kyle whose reaction was just casual. Will he really be the last? "Kyle Larson, 18" he said sparingly, we were all staring at him except Ash who was focused on his paper and phone. "What are your interests?" Zyke's opening question. "Women" he said directly that I was surprised he looked at me and winked at me, I knew it why Zyke was going to me instead of him because I was a woman.

” She asked. I looked at her and chuckled. Lillian was a widow in her late 40’s. She had gotten this job a few years after her husband’s demise and had faithfully worked with Lachlan long before I got to know me. So she told me. She was definitely more mature and experienced.

He fell asleep quickly finally trying to sort out the meaning behind his dream and watching the door for Claire to return. The bittersweet smell of blueberry pancakes filled the air. Lilliana struggled to fall back to sleep knowing the smell only meant one thing. Her mother was about to drop some pretty tough news. Lillian was only 17, almost 18, years old but knew her mother's tactics well. Lilliana had always been exceptionally smart for her age, she rarely showed her intelligence as she learned at a younger age it brought too much attention. They moved often to 'stay under the radar' but due to the all too often changes in schools, and jobs they were considered outcasts. Thankfully she wa

That alone made me respect and admire her even more. When I told Abigail about Lillian’s decision the night before, she had screamed so loudly that I almost thought the neighbors would come knocking on the door to check what had happened. Her excitement had been impossible to hide. Abigail had always admired Lillian, long before I even started working as her children’s nanny. To my sister, Lillian wasn’t just a successful businesswoman; she was a role model, someone Abigail looked up to with pure admiration. Abigail loved fashion design with all her heart. She spent most of her free time drawing dresses, sketching ideas for clothes, and imagining how they would look when they were finally ma