Lillian Heart Novels & Stories

“I’m not going to do anything now, Lillian. Can’t we be friends now?’ He asked. She closed her eyes. Why were people being like this with her? She didn’t want any more friends. She was already tired of socializing. She was tired of living this life. But she simply nodded. Because she was Lillian Ann Wilson. She was a sweet girl, who lost her boyfriend last year. She hid her feelings for way too long. And now there was no way back, nobody could see what she had turned into. A lonely, depressed girl. Who hated life. The girl who wanted out of this world. “Okay. Let’s be friends, Luke.” As the words left her mouth, she had no idea what that may bring next.

she took that as an invitation to sit down beside me, which is a bummer cause I was hoping to sit alone to the ride there. I was tempted to give a snarky remark, but she might find humor in that as well so I opted not to... I let it pass by like a rhetorical question. “I'm Luna by the way,” she extended her hands towards me. “And I'm not interested,” I ignored it. Surely that should be enough for the girl to get the memo... Should! She laughed again. “I think you and I are gonna get along just fine 'Not Interested'” she quoted. I genuinely made an effort not to roll my eyes, but it was near impossible, especially when I'm going to be dealing with 'this' the entire bus ride to Miseri Camp. Th

I’ve done so many embarrassing things tonight and I would gladly starve than to embarrass myself more. Lucas’ POV When I was about to walk inside the orphanage, Katie, the woman I met at the beach hurriedly went inside first. Until now my heart still races because of her standing so close to me. I hid my excitement and blushing face to Sister Maya and went inside the orphanage. “Katie!” I heard a girl yell. I looked at the girl staring at Katie who dash upstairs. Is she mad at me? “Where’s Katie, Victoria?” asked Sister Maya to the girl who is facing the staircase with her hands in her waist.

“Just there.” “Erebus,” she said to Heath. “And Cameron, I’d wash my hands if I were you. Lillian’s had a suspicious itch, and has a doctor’s appointment this afternoon, don’t you Lilli? Don’t worry, honey, I’m sure that an antibiotic will clear that right up, but you might want to wear protection in the future when you f-k your way through the football team. Enjoy your lunch.” She smiled with false brightness. The group was rendered silent, Lillian’s cheeks colouring and Heath’s jaw unhinging. Lillian recovered first, bursting into tears, and running towards the girl’s bathroom.

he told himself as he directed his animal into Lala's thing and for a moment, he felt like he was partly paralyzed from bottom. Yes, it was his mind that was playing games with him. As they say...a mind replays what a heart cannot delete, Heron's heart had failed to erase the memories of what he saw the other time he attempted to claim this woman. He had seen she was still untouched and sealed (virgin) and that fact had been troubling him for a while as he wondered how on Earth could a gorgeous girl like her stay pure till that age! He was feeling scared wondering how he would break and penetrate into her without hurting her because he always heard from his friends who were experienced in th

I got out the brown folder and emptied it's contents on my desk. It was a comprehensive report on Lilian. I skipped the first few pages as they must be basic information, what I was already aware of. There I saw it, the heading was labelled ‘Trauma’ ‘On the 15th of December 20**, a fifteen year old Lilian was leaving a friend's party in Pine avenue at 8:47pm. She was secretly followed by three of her school mates who were invited to the party. Sean Ambrose, Skyler Ryan and Devin Hester, the three of them seventeen years of age.’

Mandy was just like her sister Camille, she would laugh with you yet planning to push you into a ditch. She just remembered about Camille, since Eliot learnt that she was responsible for Dora's death, she hadn't seen her nor heard from her. Eliot too didn't talk about her. Samantha couldn't really ask about her from him so she decided to keep it all inside. Maybe if Camille saw it right she would call her. Samantha was sure Eliot wasn't going to let her go just like that. Even she couldn't forgive Camille for all the negativity she had for her over the years.

Jonathan had treated her like that, but even as he did, she couldn't help but notice that she had soaked through her underwear. Jonathan was her first. Over the past three years, every encounter with him had been intense, each time a dizzying mixture of pleasure and submission. Her body had long been accustomed to his touch. Even in that moment of aggression, she had found herself wanting to respond in kind. But now, all she felt was frustration and anger. Lily pushed the door open, entering the room with a sympathetic expression. "You need to apologize to Mr. Sinclair," she urged, her voice low. "Whatever happened earlier, you need to make it right. Those people... they're not people we can

Lilian's easy voice continued, smiling at Lily. Panic's icy grip closed around Lily's heart, her breath catching in her throat as Lilian's words struck their mark. Lily's gaze darted frantically, scouring the crowd but her desperation grew with each passing moment. She wanted to escape from the embarrassment so badly but Lilian leaned closer and stopped her by the wrist. Lily fell down unpredictably as if Lilian pushed her onto the ground. Her face flashed through a flicker of arrogance and smug, Lily had already prepared to faint to get away but it was not in the way she expected.

“Even his wolf hides from me.” She leaned closer, lowering her voice into something almost conspiratorial. “So I’ve made a decision.” The torchlight flashed suddenly against metal. A silver-tipped dagger appeared in her hand. The blade gleamed like a sliver of moonlight. “If I can’t have him whole,” Lillian said softly, almost thoughtfully, “then I’ll take him in pieces.” Her gaze slid over me, slow and deliberate. “But first…” She slipped her arm between the bars. The dagger’s cold tip hovered inches from my skin.