Lillian Heart Novels & Stories

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

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.

Lillian insisted, spitting out blood. "No, you're not," Davies argued, pulling out a pocket knife and cutting his hand. "Here!" He offered his hand to Lillian. "I don't need blood to heal, I can heal on my own," Lillian pushed Davies' hand away, dusted off her skirt, and stood up without any pain. The wound had vanished. Observing Lillian's rapid recovery without the need for blood, Davies exchanged a glance with Rufus. Lillian, a young woman in her early twenties.

He could have been trying to look for her these twelve years. She just hoped they would meet soon. There were a lot of things she had planned to do with him. She smiled back at the magazine . "I really miss you, Nath," she cooed and drew the magazine closer to herself and drifted to sleep. The following morning, Lillian woke up and went into the bathroom to get ready for the day's work.She got dressed in a long sleeved shirt of color white to match her shoes and a yellow skirt with a black and yellow handbag. She sat before her dressing mirror and fixed her face. She did her brows lightly and applied her Iman earth dark powder. She straightened her eyelashes with mascara and then looked at h

"Allow them to talk. We haven't finished yet. Clara, her aide, came solemnly into view outside the boardroom. It's getting worse, Lillian. The media is currently assaulting from all sides. Lillian raised her head from her laptop to look directly into Clara's icy, unblinking eyes. "I understand. However, they have no idea who they are interacting with. Sensing the quiet intensity in Lillian's eyes, the assistant paused. "What’s your next move?" The tiniest hint of something deadly flickered across Lillian's features as her lips parted into a smile.

Lillian bit her lip, eyes reddening, and made a hesitant and difficult-to-spell expression, "Yes, I love you, so I'm willing to be your secret woman. Evan, I have nothing left, I've given you everything. You can't betray me!" Evan had already put on his final piece of clothing, his smile deepening, "So how do you want me not to betray you?" "I... I... I want the leading lady role, can I have it?" Lillian cautiously asked. Evan suddenly laughed. Lillian immediately put on a look of feeling wronged but remained silent, a gesture she was most skilled at. As expected, Evan didn't answer her question but took out a checkbook from his pocket, wrote a number, tore it out, and placed it on the table

Tears gathered in the corner of her eyes threatening to fall, and she raised her head up to prevent it from tearing down. “You’ve always been brave,” the Queen went on, smiling faintly. “More than you think. I know this isn’t easy, but trust that your heart will make peace with it in time.” Lillian nodded, and then she turned toward the door. Her heart felt strangely still like a storm that had finally passed. As she stepped out of the Queen’s chambers, She took the corridor route. There was one place she also had to visit.. But she barely took two steps before a familiar voice called her name.

So, she did the only thing she could think of - she turned her gaze, breaking the spell that held her captive. She wanted to be away from him, to escape the emotions that swirled inside her, but her heart thought otherwise. It pleaded with her to hold on, to listen to his heart and not his words, to hope that he would apologize for hurting her previously. She waited desperately for a response, her ears straining to hear the words that would give her comfort, that would make sense of the chaos that had become her life.

However, I never thought that the love I firmly believed Ariana had for me would burst like a bubble and disappear all at once as soon as her so-called first love and ex-boyfriend, Ivan Hatfield, returned home. As it turned out, I really was just a substitute for someone else after all. I inhaled deeply and cast my gaze upon the broken plaque that was now lying on the floor in a mess. The words on it said "Best wishes to Zack and Ariana", and I found it simply too much of an eyesore.

Hearing Heidi Limebear's voice again, I realized that I had been reborn. She was my younger sister. Looking at her wide, innocent eyes, it was almost impossible to believe that she had once tried to kill me. At that moment, her inner voice drifted into my mind: "At the riverside, I saw the other kids learning to swim… I wish Daniella could teach me…" Those were the same words I'd heard in my past life. A knot of unease formed in my stomach.