Lillian Heart Novels & Stories

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.”

"He should suffer a little longer." --- Later that evening... Lillian sat alone beneath a flowering tree inside the palace gardens. She had promised herself she wouldn't cry anymore. Yet the moment she was finally alone... Every tear she had been holding back for weeks escaped all at once. Tears quietly rolled down her cheeks. "...Do you only know how to cry, Lilly?" She immediately looked up. "S-Sister..." Kiara stood before her. Unable to stop herself, Lillian threw herself into Kiara's embrace. "Why...?"

Max retorted. This time, Lillian stepped forward, her head held high. She couldn't allow Max to badmouth her and win tonight. Enough was enough. “Max, the only ugly person here is you. Cheating on your girlfriend of six years for some side chick, having sex with other girls while still expecting money from me for your show-off. You're the scammer, Max. The truth is, I despise you. I caught you both red-handed, naked in bed, and I left you like a piece of dirty used tissue from my life,” Lillian blurted out, relishing the change of color in his face.

Lillian asked, her voice low. I winced, hating that we were still at square one. “No. Not yet.” “Are you sure that lady did not lie to us? She was familiar with those men Elara was with.” Caelthorn certainly had the power to influence an elusive healer like Adaira. Better not mention Caelthorn yet anyway. The doctor said that intense emotions were not good for Lillian’s heart in this state. “I do not know but the doctors have tried and failed to understand what is happening to you. Adaira is the only one who has given us a direct response.”

But I didn't have the heart to console her, I had my own shit to deal with. The image of blood gushing out of Lillian kept on taunting me. Karma was really a bitch, because I had always been the one to make someone bleed. But the sight of it coming out of her, knowing what it entails caused a feeling inside me. Fear. Ever since I met Lillian I started having unwanted feelings that I didn't like one bit.

Today is my 18th birthday. I am finally an adult. This comes with so many new things. The final battle later today to secure my spot as the packs 2nd Female warrior. Second only to our beloved Luna whom we lost 10 years ago. I also will be on the watch for my mate now that I am of age. They say you know instantly but I cannot believe it works so quickly. That I could pass a stranger, or worse someone I have always known and instantly know I am theirs and they are mine. That sounds like absolute lunacy. But as a Lunar child, I guess that only makes sense I think while laughing quietly. I can smell pancakes and mom pushes against the mind link “I made your favorites for breakfast, and I have a

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.

A hush fell over the hall. Lillian knew what he was doing—staking his claim, reminding them that this was his court, his kingdom. And she? She was no longer just a bride to be dismissed. She was Lunari. And she was done being underestimated. —--------------------------------------------- That night, as the council chamber emptied and the fires burned low, Lillian stood on the balcony of her chambers, staring at the moon. She heard Aedric approach before he spoke. "You handled yourself well." She glanced at him. "They’re afraid."

And in the center of the room stood a girl I had never seen before… but instantly recognized. Or rather, a girl whose face I would never forget. I felt the breath knock out of me. Luna. It couldn’t be. But it was. Down to the slope of her cheekbones. The spark in her eyes. The little scar above her brow. She looked exactly like Luna Jones—the girl whose body was found in a river years ago, her murder plastered across every news outlet in the country. But Luna was dead. And yet this girl… She turned to me, offering a warm smile. “Hi. I’m Lillian. Lillian Michelson. I’ve been volunteering at the hospital with your mother. She invited me here.”