Lillian Luthor Novels & Stories

Ella said, “You aren’t just hurting yourself, Cato. You have nine younger siblings and every single one of them looks up to you. Even Lili.” Out of the ten, Lili had the most fire in her soul. Since four years old, she’d been independent and unable to stand being ordered around. She was also smart. Very smart. She knew exactly how to get her way and she never let anyone take advantage. She and Cato fought relentlessly, but although she’d never admit it, she admired Cato. The coffee sat untouched on the table as he stared at the rising steam. “Also yes, Marco noticed his missing joint,” I said, “Did you think that wouldn’t trace back to you?”

Lilith POV “Finally, we meet face to face... Lilith,” she whispered, her fake British accent roared realm, disturbing the quietness, The dim light from the gate's lamps shined on her, revealing nothing but true beauty, she was gorgeous. It's her, I thought, the same woman I've seen in my nightmares. Wearing a white dress that clung to her body, perking her breasts closer to her collar bone, the long slit on both sides running up thin thighs, exposing her bikini area, easily, I recognized her bright purple eyes anywhere, they were an exact match to mine, dyed in artificial ginger her hair was cut short, the ends were bluntly chopped, resting stiffly on her shoulders, and though the natural da

She made it clear to Lance that he was just a means to an end and he was perfectly fine with being taken for the ride. “Are you ready for lunch?” A new voice said from behind, it was Lillith, Don Caroni's wife. She was a small woman, five feet two and delicate, her flimsy arms could defend herself but she belonged behind the designer chair. That was where she normally was when she trained Alice to acquire the most lethal weapon of all, the perfect body and different ways to the man’s heart. She was the only female figure Alice had in her life, she was the closest thing to a mother.

Her lips parted in a silent cry, back arching off the bed. Her voice was faint, fragile, but clear enough to freeze me. “Lillian…” she breathed. The name carried weight, as though dragged from another world. Then the light vanished, leaving her limp, her chest rising weakly. I spun toward Griselda. “Who the hell is Lillian?” Her eyes shadowed. “The Vampire Queen. Burned in a fire… long ago.” Her whisper trembled with something dangerously close to fear. My fists clenched. I would get answers—when Aurora woke, she would explain everything.

“Even his wolf hides from me.” She leaned closer, lowering her voice into something almost conspiratorial. “So I’ve made a decision.” The torchlight flashed suddenly against metal. A silver-tipped dagger appeared in her hand. The blade gleamed like a sliver of moonlight. “If I can’t have him whole,” Lillian said softly, almost thoughtfully, “then I’ll take him in pieces.” Her gaze slid over me, slow and deliberate. “But first…” She slipped her arm between the bars. The dagger’s cold tip hovered inches from my skin.

As an illegitimate child, Vans was forcibly taken away from Lillian shortly after Lionel's marriage. Lillian couldn't bear it. In just two years, she had gone from a confident career woman to becoming a deranged woman imprisoned underground by the Stanley family. "But I don't think she's really insane," Vans continued. "My mom is just... If she doesn't pretend to be crazy, if she doesn't brainwash herself, if she doesn't convince herself that the person she loves most is that bastard Lionel, she might..." She might not have not survived. Nina couldn't find words to respond after Vans finished. Vans also remained in a daze for a while before he could continue.

"I won't let them hurt you, Athena. I promise." In the days that followed, Lilian and Athena formed an unbreakable bond. Lilian took Athena under her wing, becoming her godmother and protector. They found solace in each other's company, healing together from the wounds inflicted by loss and tragedy. Lilian taught Athena the art of experimentation, honing her skills in tracking and understanding the werewolves.

The principal said solemnly "Yay ！！！！！！！！！！" The Maid's Side "My day ``````" "Grass ----------" "Eggs --------" There is the side of sensible students "Loli~~~" "Imperial sister ~~~~~" "My love ah ~~~~~~~~~~" The side of the students who think with the lower body "Sister, don't hug me, you're hurting me" Lucia on Lilith's side Lilith didn't take Lucia's words seriously and continued to rub her washboard against Lucia's head.

The game is on, and I’m going to remind whoever dared cross the De Luca family why I’m the Don. --- Lilith I don't like to leave traces. My tracks are always cleared even before I can say Jack. After all that was my charm, clean jobs. I am painting again. This time it is way more darker than my normal paintings. There's a darkness to each stroke. My phone suddenly rings, and I pick it up, knowing who it is,and why exactly he is calling. "Enjoying your husband's house, Lilith?" I grind my teeth at the wicked sarcasm in his tone. "Of course, father."