Lillian Of Turin Novels & Stories

With that, I opened the door, and Luca stood beside it. He turned to face me the moment he sensed my presence. I was about to greet him when he quickly bowed and apologized. “Huh?" "I apologize, lady! I had no idea you were inside! I swear I didn't see anything!" He said, his gaze fixed on the ground. "I know it's a lie, but it's all right. I'll get over it," I said, causing Luca to raise his head. "Mr. Etienne has had many women courting him for a long time; women of great power and influence. Despite this, he is unfazed by them. That's why it's so intriguing that you were able to persuade him. I was beginning to wonder what he was thinking."

only the shared understanding of two mates sensing their bonds being tugged at violently and wildly. As if on cue, Lillian suddenly burst into the room, eyes wide, hair messy, gasping like she had run through the entire castle. “Dante!” she cried, her voice high-pitched and trembling as she rushed towards me forgetting honorifics... But this was no time to add Prince or Your Highness. “It’s Lady Kira! She’s... she’s not in the chambers! The window.. it was open... and the curtains... there was.. blo... blood...”

she smiled. Lillian nodded, “yes, but that’s because he doesn’t know the truth, all the things you did and how you had his child murdered, his blood, your own grandchild.” “Yes, I did,” she agreed, “I will never have a grandchild from a maid.” Lillian’s eyes had already watered, thinking about the past, her jaw shook violently with hatred, “you are a murderer and I can’t wait for the time justice will be served. And for your information, I don’t want Shane back but I will make sure he knows of all your evil deeds before I go,” she heaved a sigh and stepped back, “enjoy your trip, stay close to the news, I have a surprise for you tomorrow,” she smiled and walked back to her way.

Lily’s POV: Two weeks ago, I married The Lucas Hawke. Well, not exactly “married.” We didn’t have some grand wedding, no white-draped ballroom, no aisle to walk down. Instead, we legally joined. Just the two of us and the civil registry. But we did take pictures, in Rome.

Beatrice said. “No,” Lillian agreed. “It is not. And yet here it is.” Silence fell again, heavier, angrier. Lillian rubbed her hands together, grounding herself the way Sofia had taught her. She inhaled slowly, deliberately. “I reject this,” she said again, calmer now. “Not the facts. The framing.” Beatrice watched her closely. “Explain.” “I am not your niece returned,” Lillian said. “I am not a legacy restored. I am not a problem you finally solved.”

"She gave me this. Told me to trick you into drinking it. Then I'd have you. She'd break you and Alonzo up and take her shot." Lillian's mind reeled. This explained why Tanya had turned on her after learning about her relationship with Alonzo. She'd seen Tanya as a sister, but the latter was scheming with Elton to ruin her. Grabbing a speaker as a makeshift weapon, Lillian backed away. "Get out! I'd rather die than drink that. Stay away!" Elton didn't move closer. He looked at her trembling lips, his face heavy with sorrow. "You hate me that much? In our last life, we were married. And now, even getting near you scares you?"

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Lucille smiled, “It’s okay. It’s been a long time.” She stopped and looked at Judiel, “The woman I am with is not our mother. My real mother also died together with my father.” Judiel can’t say anything of what he heard. All he thinks is that Lucille and Lucky still have a parent. “I’m sorry,” he said. And was about to stand up, but Lucille stopped him. “It’s okay, and I am okay. Life is cruel towards us, but everything is fine….”

Gross. I’m looking across the crowd and do a double take when I see a flash of strawberry blonde hair. I realize that I know this chick. Can’t really see her face yet but I am definitely taken by her hair and hourglass figure. She’s swaying to the music and seems to be lost in her own world. As she turns around with the song, I see her face. Lilith. She’s gorgeous tonight. She has on a deep purple lace top that covers her full sleeves and tight leather pants with knee high boots that accentuate her ass perfectly. Man, I almost wish Brody didn’t set me up tonight.

Lucian treated her as though she were the most previous woman in the world. Lucian turned on the lights as he ushered Arabella into the room. What met her eyes took her breath away. Lined along walls, sitting up in chairs, placed on tables and filling spare space were the most amazing paintings she had ever seen. Granted, she was young yet and had a lot to learn but she knew what she like and she loved these. There were paintings of hight mountains and deep valleys. Deers basked in the sunlit meadows while wolves chased each other in the snow. Owls took flight, hunting at night. There was one scene where two buck clashed antlers in a fight to the death.

Her body is shaking, and I assume she is clenching her fists, from the tensing I see of her biceps “Why didn't you tell me before, that this was your intent?” She seems a little calmer now. “I don't have to explain my every decision to you. I am your father Lilliana (which he pronounces Leh-liana) and I am the king, so you will obey me. Now choose.” I can see her chest moving rapidly in her anger. I don't want to have to deal with that myself, if I'm honest, she looks ready to rip his face off. Just like Lilli would… Wait! Why does she remind me of Lilli?