Lillian Luthor Novels & Stories

Lillian said with a flat voice, "I didn't want you to see me, but later I realized that there was no need to hide from you anymore. this rude woman has ruined our plan." kaiser looked so shocked that he didn't know what to say. even Aria couldn't believe it. Lillian didn't look like her sweet self, her voice wasn't gentle even as she spoke to Alpha Bryant. She looks as though she is angry with Nadia. "I spend so much time coming up with a plan like this after finding out that Aria was alive, living in Esterial and somehow alpha Bryant had managed to convince her to go to war against him. before I left the pack, I had spoken to Lillian, who felt relieved about my ideas because she didn't plan

"Oh, you mean the sexy, gorgeous woman standing in front of you? Yeah, that’s me. And then there’s my boring sister over there." I rolled my eyes. Blake still looked stunned. "You have a twin sister?" Lillian placed a hand over her heart. "No, I’m the Moon Goddess in disguise. Obviously." Blake and I scowled at her. Danielle sighed. "Come on, guys. It’s not that hard to tell them apart. Iris has green eyes, Lillian’s are black, and she has a scar on her right cheek." Lillian suddenly grabbed Blake’s hand. The moment their skin touched, they both inhaled sharply.

The truth he clawed into the light was uglier, more calculated, than any of them could have conceived in their worst nightmares. Lillian was no lost Silvermane princess, no tragic victim of circumstance. She was the daughter of a bitter, exiled pack member who had seen an opportunity in a family's grief. The real Lillian, the true-born daughter, had succumbed to a swift childhood fever. The switch was a cold, calculated act. The "fragile Lunar Spirit" was not an affliction but a weapon, a persona sharpened over years of practice and manipulation, designed to command attention and eliminate rivals.

Lillian bit her lips and whispered, "Don't go. You should be wary of that woman. Do not be duped." As the Blood Thorn Mercenary Team leader, Lillian often traveled around Black Water Town, so she was very familiar with Rita, the manager of the trading center. Rita was not only good at business, but she was also very good at seducing men. Lillian did not want Darryl to fall into her trap. Darryl was stunned. "Why? It's just business talk. It can't be that bad." "Just listen to me and turn her down." Lillian was a little anxious.

'' Her breath hung in her throat as she struggled to remain calm, she knew that if she did one wrong thing, she was going to be pinned down, and she wasn't about to go to jail for that devil. ''No more questions, I'll need to talk to my client privately…” Lillian’s lawyer, who had been quiet all the while, cut in when she heard the question, they had prepped before now, but she didn't her ask that, and she wasn't sure Lillian knew what to say; ''No… '' she raised her hand stopping her; ''I'll answer that. '' she smiled. ''yes, I am filthy rich and yes, I have a lot of workers, but I do some shopping myself, like buying my lingerie and sanitary wears, do you want me to go on?”

“Hold the line!” But Lillian barely heard him. Her glowing silver eyes remained locked on the general. They had been waiting for her. She wasn’t just a queen, wasn’t just a warrior. She was something else. And the Shadowborn wanted her for it. Aedric turned to her, urgency in his gaze. “Lillian, whatever power you have—you need to control it. Now.” Lillian took a slow breath. Then she stepped forward, past Aedric, toward the waiting general.

Lillian said in a demanding tone. "Ma'am, I just......" The secretary tried saying but she was cut short. "And I said I want to see him." Lillian half yelled. Some of the people turned to their direction before going back to their various duties but Lillian cared less. She sucked in her breath, trying to reduce her heavy breathing but it was barely working. "Do you even know who I am?" She asked quietly this time. "I am Lillian Blake, the only daughter of the founder of this company." She said again.

was left wide open and empty. “It’s her,” I said, my blood chilling. “She’s not hiding. She’s… shopping. Gathering resources. Information. Testing her new strength in the world.” The casual, scattered cruelty of it was terrifying. This wasn’t a war declaration; it was a god tidying its new workshop. Lillian, who had been staring blankly at the fire, suddenly gasped. Her hand flew to her chest. Her eyes lost focus, seeing something not in the room.

She had spent five months in this house without any TV time so she guessed she deserved it anyway. She headed downstairs again and made for the living room. She put the TV on and went through the channels. "News, nah, sports, nope, Bollywood, definitely not. Ooh, Lara Croft is on." Lilian loved Lara Croft. She was almost like her role model. She was strong, sexy, and independent, not to mention, rich. As she watched with rapt attention, she didn't realize that Damian had come downstairs. The unusual noise had gotten his attention and he came down to find out what was going on. He saw Lilian sitting comfortably in the chair watching her show. He watched her for a few minutes and waited for th

He looked up when she entered. “You were gone longer,” he said. “The meeting ran late,” Lillian replied. She hesitated, then added, “I met someone.” He waited. “Sofia Reyes. She works with several independent foundations. She is practical. Kind.” Nathaniel searched his memory. The name surfaced with context but no threat. “Did she want something.” “No,” Lillian said. “That is what startled me.” Nathaniel studied her carefully. There was color in her cheeks that had not been there this morning. Her posture was looser. Her voice carried ease.