Lillian Bryant Novels & Stories

Lillian’s POV When I said “I do” in the aisle with my plain white dress and sweet smile, I never thought I'd be preparing a date for my husband and his mistress on our anniversary. Being the first Omega to become a Luna, my life isn’t really a Cinderella-like story that everyone envies me for. I am Lilian Harrington-Edwards, a nobody whose mother is an alcoholic gambler and a father who is out of the picture from the start.

Lilian walked inside proudly and everyone turned to watch her, she had a look of triumph on her face as she stared at everyone with contempt. “How did she get a movie role?” A person muttered. “She’s very powerful and influential, I heard the lots of directors recommended her” Another replied. “Hey you, how dare you? Are you blind, why would you step on my dress? Do you know how much I got this?!” Lilian demanded angrily, placing a slap on Brianna’s face and everybody gasped. “I’m sorry, please forgive me senior” Brianna pleaded, going on her knees and Lilian eyes her angrily.

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

His father said but Raymond didn't stir a little Daddy didn't move and kept his head downcast. Are they really afraid of Marco? But Marco is the kindest person like his daughter... oh yeah of course he won't let his employees that side of him. "I want to say that it's okay but it wasn't. That kind of attitude is unforgivable. Let my daughter explain everything." Marco said I looked at Lily who was smiling at me "Let me first introduce myself, I am Lily Miracle the only heir of LLM Inc." She plastered an expression that I've never seen before, the aura she's showing us really intimidating”

“Oh, you mean the one you pitied? The one who looked so tired and desperate? So you decided to pay her 300,000 dollars for a mere painting.” My hands clenched into fists. Mrs. Smith scolded her, but the damage was done. “I should get going.” I mumbled, placing the painting on the couch and heading for the door. Bethany followed me, draping her arm over my shoulder. Her perfume was sickly sweet, just like her tone. “Did you change your number?” She asked. “I didn't.” I replied, curtly. “Did you block me, Lily? I swear, we tried calling you, but your number just vanished!”

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.

This can't be. This can't be true... I'M IN THE BODY OF HILARY!

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.