Lillian Heart Novels & Stories

"I know you're in there, Xenia. The determination to save your mother was palpable that day. I just knew you would make it through. There's no way you would leave her here. Right? So, wake up!" Lillian growled, shaking the room with her claws wrapped around Xenia's neck. She saw no indication of movement from Xenia. Lillian sighed and threw herself back down on the bed. She has come here to talk to Xenia for the past few days. She wasn't sure why, but she knew if this was to be Melania's body, she had to get used to being around it. "Why couldn't you have chosen me, Nova," Lillian asked the ceiling above. "We could have made a great team."

A week since Hotel owner Aldridge Sharp's branches of hotels were raided and put under investigation for trafficking and possession of drugs and forced prostitution with other illegal activities. A week since Byron smiled, ate or functioned properly. It was during this week that the search for a heart for Lilian came to an end and she had the heart transplant done. During this week when the family waited outside the operating theatre with bated breath and anxious minds for 11 hours during Lilian's surgery. During this week when the family was greeted with the good news of Lilian's successful surgery. It's been 604800 seconds and counting since Lilian's condition was deemed as critical yet so

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.

But my voice fails me, lost in a desert of despair. Finally, Carter and Lillian notice my presence, their passion abruptly extinguished like a candle snuffed out by a gust of wind. My tears fall unchecked now, hot and bitter against my cheeks. Carter scrambles to his feet, hastily pulling on his clothes. “Why are you here?” he asks. Lillian remains on the bed, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips, her gaze cold and calculating. She revels in my agony, relishing the destruction she has wrought.

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.

Hunter did indeed hide too well, and he had no weaknesses. Lillian heard these words and her hand trembled slightly, as if she had been startled by something. Hayden raised his hand and patted her head, "I will get you the best doctors, and your hands and legs will definitely recover. I will also confront Lena. Lillian, you know, she is the person I hate the most now. She is dating a male model, and she slapped my face in front of everyone in the industry. Because of her, I have been embarrassed time and time again. I've had enough."

“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.

Tears streamed down her face unchecked. For the first time, all Ryan felt was disgust. He flung her hand aside. "Get out!" After that, Olivia vanished from Ryan's world, but suspicion gnawed at him, driving him to dig into her secrets. What he uncovered made his blood run hot with rage. Olivia's so-called heart condition had been a fabrication from the very start. She had never been sick. She never needed my mother's kindness. Every word she spoke to them had been an act.

“Together. We can expose their schemes, prove that this was all manipulation….” “And what good would that do?” Lillian interrupted. “Miranda is still pregnant. That baby might still be yours. The evidence of what happened that night exists regardless of how it was orchestrated. Fighting the elders doesn’t change the fundamental facts.” “Lillian….” “I can’t even hate you properly,” she continued, and there was something like wonder in her voice. “I want to. God, I want to hate you for what happened, for bringing her into our home, for everything. But I can’t. Even knowing what you did, even seeing her carrying your child, I still….” She cut herself off, shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter.”