Lillian Lennon Novels & Stories

Lillian turned on the spot and vanished. She appeared on the steps number 13 Englewood Drive, a modest two storey building that she called home for the last 10 year. A house which had special charms placed on it that if she did suddenly appear by the front door, none of her neighbours would notice. Keeping a low profile was fundamental even more so now that she had her goddaughter to protect. “Welcome to your new home, Lena”, she said to the infant as she entered the house, the door swinging shut behind her.

—Irina, I'm not understanding you. —It happens that yesterday I tried to communicate with you all day, we had a visit to the vineyard —she reminded him annoyed—You are my best friend and the only one, but I need if you are going to be with me in the preparations for my wedding, otherwise I will accept the help From Saul's sister, my sister-in-law would be delighted to participate in her brother's wedding. — Luciana closed her eyes upon hearing the hurt tone of her friend, she did not want to disappoint her, she had said it well, she was her best friend and her only one.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

Thunder rolled across the Santorini skies, a cruel echo to the storm brewing across continents. Inside the stone-walled villa, cloaked in vines and shadows, the woman who had been presumed dead stood tall before a sprawling wall of screens. Each one showed footage, articles, and surveillance of her daughter and Julian Ashford. Lillian Rosenthal. Grace’s mother. A woman once hailed as a media empress and a ghost for the past ten years. Her emerald eyes glimmered as she watched the news of the Ashford-Rosenthal merger, her red nails tapping a rhythm on the desk like war drums.

Dinner dates, corporate events, shopping trips, he indulged her every whim, buying clothes, jewelry, anything she wanted. Lillian documented it all. Every smile, every touch, every indulgence was photographed. She sent the images to Adrian’s wife, each one a calculated reminder of her presence. Yet Elara remained calm. Composed. Unbothered. Each attempt to provoke jealousy or anger was met with silence. Lillian’s frustration grew with every failed attempt to rattle her. One evening, during a lavish dinner, Lillian suddenly doubled over, clutching her lower abdomen. “Lillian?” Adrian’s voice tightened, alarmed. “What’s wrong?”

Noah didn't show up, but he did send a huge bouquet of flowers. Doug attended in person to cut the ribbon and didn't miss the chance to remind the business moguls to take good care of me. He had no objections to me starting the studio; in fact, he admired my ambition and courage. Having just returned to the country, I needed time to gather momentum, and he understood that. After the opening ceremony, I cleaned up and retreated to my office to make some coffee. Suddenly, I heard the click of high heels approaching. I looked up and saw Noah's dream girl, Lillian. She was a well-known model in the industry—tall, with strikingly fair skin, and dressed in a sleek, black strap dress that highlight

She should fight back and not back off. "Don't defeat yourself. Chin up. Be confident!" Catherine encouraged Jessica with a smile. The two of them returned to the private room. Then, they heard a woman's loud laughter. "It's her!" Jessica winked at Catherine. Catherine looked over and was a little stunned. Lillian was around 1.7 meters tall and had a slender and exquisite figure. She had the look that most men would prefer. Lillian had an attractive face, and her slender, ice-blue dress made her look even more ladylike.

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

Later at night, As the taxi pulled up outside Lisa’s place, Lillian stepped out and took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She had opted for a knee-length navy blue dress, classy yet not too revealing, with delicate lace detailing along the neckline and sleeves that complemented her slender frame and porcelain skin. The dress moved gracefully with her every step, adding to her natural beauty. Her hair was all done up in these loose waves, flowing down her shoulders like some kind of natural goddess. She didn’t want to appear sad or heartbroken in front of everyone because of a cheater like Max.

"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.