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

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.

“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.

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

A ripple passed through the room like a held breath. Elena stood near the center display, dressed in pale silver that caught the light without reflecting it harshly. Her hair was swept back in a style that suggested ease rather than effort. She laughed softly at something a donor said, head tilted just enough to appear open. She looked unchanged. She was not. Nathaniel’s gaze sharpened. He did not react otherwise. That alone told Lillian everything. “So,” Lillian murmured, keeping her smile gentle. “She’s back.”

Anna would take a piece of their hide for this abandonment, but only if Lillian could hold back the tide. Lillian looked at the obsidian dagger on her table, the one she had used to send Anna into the Gray. She knew the secret the Oracle was keeping. She knew that Asmodeus hadn't acted alone, and that the "Woman in the Shadows" was a ghost from a past so dark it could tilt the axis of the supernatural world. "You won't have her," Lillian whispered to the empty room, though her words were meant for the Council members hovering on the mountain's edge. "No witch or wolf, ghost or demon, will stop what she is meant to become."

Mateo had been stressed from attending one meeting after the other. He finally had some time to himself and decided to watch the TV; anything to keep his mind from tiring out. The moment the television turned on, she was the first person he saw or thought he saw. An advert for a lingerie company was showing and Li-lah was the model for the lingerie. She was wearing a tight-fitting white one-piece and he could see the tops of her stockings, her shapely legs and the slight dimple on her butt. When he saw her, he felt as if his own body was warm.

“Enjoy the party Mr. Wild. I will take my leave” Zara turned around but Lillian, Fredrick’s girlfriend stopped her. Fredrick and George thought something was fishy as he never saw Sebastian talking to his employees that close. “Ms. Jones. I am Lillian, Fredrick’s girlfriend and she is Stella, George’s girlfriend. Can we spend sometime together?” Lillian is sweet girl with almond eyes and natural shoulder length black hair whereas Stella is tall and slim model figure with short blonde hair. “I apologize, I have to go to my friends”