Lillian Heart Novels & Stories

When Lillian realized Darryl was holding her in his arms, her face turned scarlet as she struggled away from Darryl's embrace. "You! You shameless bastard, you are trying to harass me! I am going to kill you," Lillian yelled as she stared daggers at Darryl. 'What a jerk; how dare he take advantage of me while I was in a hallucination? Death would have been too gentle for him,' she reasoned. Lillian moved as though she was about to attack, but she discovered that the mist had weakened her so much that she could not move at all. 'What a wench,' a puzzled Darryl thought to himself. 'Her power can hardly match up to her temper. I've just saved her life. Not only did she not thank me, she even wa

Scarlet’s heart was boiling in rage as she stepped in behind Easton, her anger worsening when her eyes landed on the culprit. Lillian. She sat in the center of the room, her hands cuffed behind her back, her posture surprisingly calm. Her lips curled into a faint smirk when she saw Scarlet and Easton enter. “She won’t talk,” Andreas said from the doorway. Scarlet’s eyes narrowed, a sharp realization hitting her like a bolt of lightning. Lilian didn't have any reason to do this. It must have been Jade's idea. But the realization did nothing to soothe her boiling heart. She had worked with Easton for two weeks without rest only for someone to come and burn the closing dress?

Lillian tried not to look at the screen. She thought about her father's garden. She thought about Jessie getting better. She thought about Justin eating cereal for breakfast. Most importantly, she thought about the cute little angle forming in her stomach. They both stared at the screen together trying to understand the image. Then they heard it. A sound filled the room. It was fast and strong. It sounded like a beating heart. Lillian forgot to breathe for a second. She had thought about this moment many times.. She was not ready for it.

Lillian was surprise, he just said her thoughts. " Do you really read thoughts? If you can,why don't you tell me why I'm here,tell me? Lillian continued looking at the sea,it was as if she wasn't speaking to jay. "I can hear your thoughts,not your heart. The only person who hears your heart is you and I think only you can fix it when its broken" . Lillian turned to stare at the side view of Jay's face. When she asked him what she was thinking, she was only thinking if he could really hear people's thought.

They were for me—for the years stolen, for the humiliation, for the fragile piece of myself I was still trying to glue together. “It’s already late,” I said coldly, standing. “My heart is now for Zane.” I saw it immediately—the way his face fell, the way his heartbeat thundered so loudly it seemed to fill the room. Before he could speak again, the door burst open. “I’m not happy! You’re fighting!” Lillian’s small voice shook with frustration. She stomped toward us, her cheeks puffed, her eyes brimming with tears. I forced a smile, pulling her into my arms. “Oh, Lillian, we’re not fighting. Remember I told you last time, about how we were shooting a film for the cinema?”

She took the elevator all the way to the top floor, Lillian always felt like staying at the top of a penthouse was just the best, probably because of the beautiful view of New York, she always felt better watching the whole of New York from her balcony, that way she isn't lonely. It started raining immediately Lillian entered her apartment, she hated the rain as it made her feel weak, vulnerable, and nostalgic about her past. And she never loved that feeling, three years ago she was wild young, and free and failed to see the bad in people, she was just Lillian then, not the cold heartless CEO everyone knows now, she was like every normal girl wanting to leave a normal life, but no they woul

The only thought in her heart was she won after all. “I hate you, bitch,” she choked, holding her hand, but Lillian twisted her hand, dragging the heart out. Alma’s body went limp as she fell, dead. Everything stopped as Lillian looked at her body, her past flashing through her eyes. She finally did it. She got rid of Alma, her only nightmare. She doesn’t even know how to react.

Lillian’s face was dancing in front of her. Lillian just looked like Lucy when she was a child. When she saw her for the first time, she could not believe it. She wanted to believe that she was Lucy’s child but since she was so blinded by the fact that Lucy was dead, so she made up a theory in her mind that she was the incarnation of Lucy.