Lillian Heart Novels & Stories

I think that as I get out of the elevator but stop in my tracks as I see Lily's back. I am 6 feet tall and even in heels Lily's reaches my neck but she still looks tall without it. She is neither too slim or fat. She is in prefect shape with prominent cheek on oval shape face and heart shaped lips. She has figure with curves on right places. And that curves are on perfect display because of the outfit she wore today. She has on tight black full sleeve top with red pencil skirt and black heels. Her hairs are open but as she turn slightly I see she has braided little strands on front.

All of a sudden Lillian rushed inside the room making us break the eye contact and turn our heads towards her, she was breathing hard and holding her stomach, she was sweating and she looked horrible. “Lillian?” I stood up from the couch, there was a feeling that something was wrong, and the look on her face confirmed it. “I..I..” she shuttered while walking toward me, I glanced at Mr.Villin who was looking at Lillian with confusion written on his face. I noticed a blank card, which was similar to the one I got earlier in the cafe was in Lillian's hand, “T..this wa..was on L..Lydia’s desk,” she said breathing heavily while handing it over to me,

They both checked their cards. Lily, raise 300 and Lyla calls. Lily took the cards and started placing them 1 card face down and the remaining cards face up. There was the black 4 of spade, black 6 of club, and red 6 of diamond, Lily smiled and Lyla twitched her lips.

Serena paused, then gently patted his shoulder, "It's okay, I'm not leaving. Oliver, behave, won't you?" At this scene, Lillian couldn't bear to watch any longer. She regretted coming here at such a late hour. She should've ignored the call and slept soundly instead of humiliating herself. Why did she allow her heart to be trampled over and over again? Did it have to be crushed completely for her to give up? Lillian, expressionless, turned and walked away. She didn't bother to look back, and thus missed Oliver suddenly flinging Serena's hand away with considerable force.

Lily's POV: My breath hitched as I stared at the car, my heart hammering in my chest. Slowly, my wide eyes traveled up to the driver’s seat. “What the hell!” I muttered under my breath before slamming my palms against the car’s hood. The driver didn’t respond. Instead, the car reversed a few feet, then sped past me as if nothing had happened. Without thinking, I bent down, grabbed a stone from the pavement, and hurled it at the car’s rear window.

Lillian spat, her voice filled with rage. "Lillian, How can you just stop loving me? Am I not the one that you knitted those—" "Oh, shut up," She hissed. "I made those things because I was stupidly in love with a toxic animal like you. But thankfully, things turned out for the best and you're locked in here." "How can you say that?" He gasped. "Dustin, I'm not here to sympathize with you. I just came to see how pathetic you look and get some happiness in your suffering," Lillian said, emotionlessly.

“You better not die, Nathaniel. If you do, I’ll revive you just to slap you and kill you again.” I almost laughed. Almost. “I’ll loop you in once law enforcement is on board,” I said and ended the call. Lillian stood beside me now, arms crossed. Her face was unreadable. Not angry. Not scared. Just tired. “We end this,” I said, my voice quieter now. “Whatever Adrian has planned... it ends tonight.” She stepped closer. Rested her palm against my chest. “Just promise me one thing.” “Anything.” “Don’t let him get in your head. No matter what he says. No matter what guilt he tries to dig up.”

She simply didn't like how Lillian was throwing herself at Wilson after we lost our baby. Lillian shook but quickly masked her fear by tilting her chin up defiantly. “I… I was invited,” she stammered, her voice shaking just a little. Madam Eleanor let out a cold empty laugh, her gaze scrutinizing her head to toe in disgust as she demanded, “Invited? By who? Certainly not me, and clearly not Hilda. So tell me. Who the hell let you in here?” Lillian’s eyes darted to Wilson and then back to Eleanor, “I only came because I wanted to support Wilson,” she answered with feigned confidence. “He’s still my friend after all.”

"Oh, and one more thing. I asked Elton what he'd do if he married anyone but me. He said he'd kill her, then himself. He loves me so much. No way he could be swayed by you. Honestly, I just can't stand you. How dare you try to steal him from me? Get ready to face the consequences." Lillian's mind reeled. 'So, that's why Elton was reborn, too.' After pulling her oxygen tube, he'd taken his own life, consumed by guilt over Jill. Even now, when she'd stepped back, they wouldn't let her go. Lillian fought to protect herself, a tear sliding down her cheek. "What do we do with her, boss?" one man asked. "Useless idiots!" Jill snapped, taking out a pill from her bag and tossing it to him. "Make her

Lillian then left the Mackenzie house without a backwards glance at the dead bodies of her friends. As soon as she had reached the street, Lillian turned to face the two storey building. She took out a small phial of powder from her pocket and raised it to her lips “ignis”, she uttered under her breath. The powder glowed red and she threw the phial at the house. As soon as it broke, the powder ignited the wood. Lillian watched the flames slowly begin to engulf the McKenzie home, effectively coving up Jonathan and Margaret ’s deaths.