Lillian Lennon Novels & Stories

Lillian said standing on the threshold to his office. “Hmm?” He flicked a look over his shoulder. As always when at work, Lillian was the perfect picture of a paralegal, her blonde hair slicked back into a sophisticated chignon, her pale blue pant suit elegant, understated femininity, and her make-up tasteful and simple. She was a poster child for vanilla sex. “How can I help you, Lilli?” He straightened and turned to face her. “I don’t know if you heard, there was a death at Zeus two days ago.”

she couldn't talk,she has lost her memory The couple carried her and brought her home and make her mrs Phillip sister since they are scarce at home They told their daughter they have found her, companion Mrs Phillip loved her and care for her like she's own blood sister till date. ******************* Happy birthday fifth birthday Celine, (Celine was five year old today) "Thanks auntie" She hugged Isabella,she loved isabella so much Mr Steve was coming downstairs,i know you will be the first person the will come here today to wished my daughter happy birthday

Ella's POV "Mommy!" I heard a voice cry. "Mama! Higher!" I was in a green, misty field with a singular swing and on it sat Lili. I'd always thought Lili was the most similar to me. Although only four years old, she was already fiercely opinionated and was never afraid for her voice to be heard. Physically too. Leo and I were fairly similar in appearance, male and female aside, but she seemed to have still managed to adopt my traits more. A lighter tan unlike Leo's honey brown and light, close to white with blonde hair.

"That makes sense because Mr. Wiggy said his marriage would be the grandest until it could unite the North and South camps. The proof is that the two regions are still far from being united." Lillian snorted, her face changing to the color of cherry too. "Anyway we are not married, and I don't want to marry anyone, I'm still young!" "That means you want to marry Mr. Wiggy when you older?" The girl blinked a few times, it's rare for a Lillian to run out of words. As was her habit when she was nervous, she started playing with her fingers. "Maybe ...." "Maybe?" The Elves repeated impatiently. "Maybe when the North and South have made peace," replied Lillian in a very low voice.

she palmed her mouth with the other free hand. "Where you perhaps talking about me Lilian?" A confident voice asked from behind Leniela and She turned to see who it was. Her mouth slightly opened as she glanced at the lady "What makes you think I was referring to you MISS?". Lilian who suddenly felled disgusted by the intruder asked. " Y- You are that lady at the cemetery". Leniela said and the lady smiled. She couldn't be wrong. Although today she had thick layers of makeup Leniela could very well recognise her dark eyes, navy blue hair and good figure.

came Mark’s voice from the other side of the door. Lillian knew only Mark had access to her apartment, he has been a loyal secretary for 5 years and she knew he was trust worthy to be beside her. Lillian decided to wear a black pencil skirt paired with a white blouse which highlighted her perfect hourglass figure, and 6inches heel of Louis Vuitton. Lillian looked at herself in the mirror she knew she was beautiful no doubt and she had a sexy body that made men fall at her feet when they see her, and she has this aura that makes people feel inferior like a the Ruthless Bosslady.

She didn't dress so flamboyantly tonight, wearing a black sequined mermaid skirt, paired with a silk blouse that perfectly cinched her slender waist, making her look like a mermaid that had just come ashore. Lillian stood still for a moment, not rushing to find trouble, but instead made a phone call to Hayden. "Bro, are you really not coming over? I saw Lena at the party." Hayden's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he smiled, "I came over now, Hayden, don't go looking for trouble with her anymore." It seemed as if all the men in the world were doting on Lena, and this was something Lillian couldn't bear. She replied with a fake smile, "Okay."

I felt chills all over my body when he said that. “Enzo,” I called, but not knowing what to say. My left arm went numb from the sudden ache going on in my heart. I feel bad for him. I feel bad for the kids. I remember the situation I had with Isabella over the Rice Krispies treat. Lillian Moretti – or should I say Lillian Baker, she was a successful model when she was alive. She always gave a lot of donations and helped a lot of people too. I know Lorenzo wouldn’t lie to me, especially in this situation, but hearing him talk about the real Lillian like this almost feels like a lie.

she whispered, her voice trembling, but two bodyguards had already gripped her as they dragged her to the side door. There were silent whispers among the crowd as Alex tried to calm them down with a smile, but his mind raced. In the upper room of Alex’s mansion, Lillian fought to regain her freedom as some women helped her tie. They stripped her of her plain dress and forced a white wedding dress that clung to her curves. The silk bodice was tight, revealing her full breast and her narrow waist. The lace skirt, threaded with shiny Christmas, flowed down to her feet. Her blond hair was packed into a bun with soft tendrils. Her blue eyes were filled with tears, and her lips trembled as she sta

I heard someone open the door but didn’t bother to look up. “Hey, how was your morning?” She asked me in a very cheerful voice. “Lillian, what is it?” I asked her, bring my head down to look at her. “I'm just here to report you.” She said. Lillian, one of the most annoying women I have ever met in my entire life. She was an emotional fool. Cribs about everything. Plans lavish parties and wastes money on unnecessary stuff. She is too talkative and can easily irritate anyone. Now she is here to irritate me. She calls it reporting but she only comes here to look at my outfit, hairstyle and judge my appearance.