Lillian Salvatore Novels & Stories

"You're not the first woman to attempt seducing Salvatore directly. But you are one of the few who survived the attempt unharmed. He has a very permanent solution for women who fail to understand his boundaries." A chill ran down my spine as I thought back to my encounters with Salvatore. First in his office, then in the car today. How had I survived when others hadn't? What had been different about my approach? "The fact that you're still breathing tells me he sees some potential in you," Lilith continued. "But that protection won't last if you keep making amateur mistakes." She stood and walked to a closet I hadn't noticed before, pulling out several garments that barely qualified as cloth

“Who the hell does she think she is?” She dropped onto the bed, breathing heavily, her eyes burning with rage. She couldn’t believe the confidence in Lillian’s voice. The nerve! Seven years ago, after she and Williston had taken everything from Lillian—her company. Lillian disappeared without a word. They thought she had broken down completely. Maybe she ran away to hide, or worse… maybe she was dead. But now? Not only was Lillian alive—she had come back as a storm. And to make things worse, she had married Williston’s older brother, Sebastian Barker, the cold, powerful billionaire who ran an empire ten times bigger than theirs.

Damn it, why did it have to be the Phantom Kid? I reach for my handbag—and the knife inside it—and slowly make my way toward Anthony. “Anthony, sweetie, what are you talking about. My name’s not Sarah. It’s Jennifer, Jennifer Donner. You know that.” “No, it’s not. You’re Sarah Killian,” he says, as I step up to him. Even though I’m not a particularly tall person, I still loom over this little kid, and knowing what I’m about to have to do makes him seem even smaller. “Your name is Sarah Killian, and you are about to kill me.”

“Oh, for the love of Captain Hammer’s nipples. Yes, that’s all. We met for coffee. We talked. I played the whole ‘wanting to get to know you’ game. He was . . . nice enough. I guess.” “Nice enough? Well fuck me in the ass with a splintery wooden spoon and call me Sally Struthers . . . Sarah Killian, you little goodie-girl, you like this guy, don’t you?” “Will you please not use my fucking real name while we are on assignment? And no, I do not like Duke Anderson. He’s a low-life hillbilly hick who I wouldn’t even give a passing glance to if it weren’t for this damn mission.”

Focus. We moved through the room, shaking hands, smiling when necessary. A couple of promising contacts. Nothing revolutionary. Then, Luca suddenly stopped mid-sentence. “What?” I asked, half-distracted by a potential investor across the room. He didn’t answer right away. His eyes were sharp, and his smirk had vanished. “Don’t hate me, man… but you’re gonna want to see this.” I followed his line of sight. And there she was. Lillian had just returned from the direction of the restrooms. Her face looked composed, polite. But it was her body language that struck me like a fist, stiff shoulders, tense jaw, the way she angled slightly away from the man standing far too close to her.

JJ shows Daniel into my mother’s sitting room. “Hi Mr Fields, please call me Lily.” I narrow my eyes at JJ who blushes. I should really take what I can get, at least Lillian is not, Miss Blackwood. I shake Daniel’s outreached hand. “I wouldn’t be comfortable with Lily; may I call you Miss Blackwood?” he asks politely “No, you may not” his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “Okay. Lily.” I smile. “This is Lucas Craven.” “Mr Craven is fine.” I narrow my eyes and roll my eyes at Luke. Men! JJ starts to leave.

“What else has she released now?” Margaret asked. “Actually ma’am, it’s not about you but herself.” “What?” “Here ma’am,” she approached her and showed her the video, Lillian appeared on the broken screen of the tab, in her usual black attire. It was an interview she had taken with a TV host in Georgia. In the interview, she talked about how she was once a maid, her parents being servants to a well known family in New York which she didn’t mention. She also talked about how Robert was her life savior, offering her shelter when she had none, taking care of her, sending her to school and giving her the life of luxury which she never expected to have in her whole life.

Vanessa reached out her hands and touched Paige's face, "My Paige? It's really you, Paige." At this time, the sound of the door being shut attracted their attention, and they both looked in the direction of the door. Lillian was standing by the door, with three men by her side. She had a smirk on her face as she stared at both of them with a triumphant expression. Paige glared at her. "You're a monster! And you're going to rot in hell, Lillian. I can't believe I respected you. You're an animal," Paige yelled. "You're a beast."

—Yes, wonderfully, Santiago is a great man. -Santiago? - Luciana asked in a whisper, when Irina was going to answer the two men arrived. —I think we can go now, Santi has arrived. — Said Saúl who at that moment looked from him to Luciana — Lu, meet my best friend Santiago O'Brien. — And then he turned to his friend — and I present to you Luciana Brown, Irina's best friend. — They both looked at each other surprised, Santiago couldn't help but look at her from top to bottom with her gaze.

to Helena, who was still standing beside me. “What do you mean I am under arrest? I didn’t do anything”, she protested, but the officer answered “Your parents killed both the Luna and the Alpha, so we need you for further questioning” before leading her into the van. The case was investigated and it was proven that she knew about it, and that was the reason she called me out for the damn picnic. She clearly told me that her calling me out for the picnic was the last favor she could offer so I wouldn’t get killed. That statement made me despise her so much at that very moment. What audacity? She did me a last favor when she knew that my parents would be killed by hers. I have never met someon