Lillian Lennon Novels & Stories

Lillian: *Actually, I'm more curious about how Aiden was teaching you to ride. Me: *That's not the point!* Lillian: *I get it! You didn't know Aiden's childhood name—most people don't—but she deliberately came over and called him that in front of you, his wife!* Lillian: *That's classic mean girl behavior, just more sophisticated. Be careful, honey! She's gunning for your man.* In one afternoon of overthinking, I couldn't figure out what felt wrong about the situation, but Lillian had nailed it in seconds. I told her about the dinner invitation incident too, and she immediately responded with three exclamation points: *!!! This woman is clearly trying to steal your husband!*

"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."

When he opened the door, he saw Lillian ready, well at least he imagined that it was impossible to reach a higher level of beauty. She wore a tight red dress, it was thigh"length, it was shiny, it had long sleeves and a V"neck. Her black hair was tied back in a high ponytail, it wasn't wet and had some waves. The makeup not so marked on the eyes but appropriate for the night and the red lipstick made Adam hold back not to smudge it. "Holy crap! You are wonderful! "He praises almost breathlessly. "Thank you, but I have a question. "She shows two pairs of earrings. One of them was small, it only contained a pebble that sparkled, the other was more ornate, it also sparkled but looked like a wat

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

Got any brothers? “Omigod, Caleb, he was looking for redheads on an online dating service. Look.” As if Caleb already wasn't. His heated breath caressed her neck while he looked over her shoulder. Diana’s breathing slowed as she clicked on the attachment. After several excruciatingly slow seconds, the picture appeared. “It’s her,” Diana said. “I recognize it from the police photos in the papers—the murdered girl, Linn McGowan.” She hurriedly looked through several more emails, finding pictures of four more redheads from the online dating service.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

The sitting room was very still. Rachel wrote something. More than a notation this time. “Lillian,” she said. “I want to ask you about your name. Whether you want it used in the story. I don’t assume. I ask directly.” “Use it,” Lillian said. “I have been unnamed for thirteen years. I am done with that.” Rachel looked at her with the expression that was not shock but was more than professional interest, the sustained quality I had seen in her office on Monday. “And your age,” Rachel said. “You’re nineteen.”

Viola’s dux was Lillian, a fifth-year student of Avalon Academy. She didn’t seem to have much personality and seemed to have mastered the act of sneaking up on people. Viola had to guess it was due to her invisible aura, Lilian was so stealthy she could have been standing next to Viola for seconds and Viola wouldn't know. Lillian also barely spoke, and every time she spoke it was only because it was necessary. She had brown short hair that covered her eyes and dark brown skin. She was tall and lanky, way taller than Viola ever imagined a girl would be. But her stature wasn't so frightening since she looked frail all the time.

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.