Lillian Salvatore Novels & Stories

Eduardo said. "Hmm, so your girlfriend knows about the past of Chloe?" Salvatore asked and Eduardo gave a nod "How come?" Salvatore asked in confusion. "My girlfriend's name is Lilian and she was once Chloe's friend according to what she told me, and that something happened between the both of them and that is why they're no longer friends." Eduardo explained. I heaved a sigh of relief. I thought that Eduardo was going to frame me up. But luckily enough for me, he did nothing of that nature..

“ You sure you don’t want water, ma’am?” I wave at someone I don't even know and turn my eyes lazily. He was watching me intently, even as he wiped a glass clean. “ Water? Do I look like someone who wants to be hydrated right now? Seriously??” I giggle. He doesn’t say a word. He’s being careful, that I’m sure of. Who wouldn’t be? I’m Salvatore’s wife for hell’s sake. “ You know what’s funny?” I say, ready to put on my clown costume and entertain the house for the night. “ I’m so pissed those girls didn’t bite his d*ck off. They should have ended his fucking lineage right there. Bastard!”

Lillian dragged her feet as she turned around slamming her in the wall. I looked at Lillian as she took her frustration on Brittany. Revenge? Did Brittany fuck someone that she liked? But Lillian doesn't like anyone she can't like anyone because her mate died 6 years ago while trying to save her and she is still not really over his death, so who is Brittany talking about? I looked at Asher and he was looking at Lillian sadly. I looked at them and Brittany who has long since passed out, something is definitely going on under my nose and I have to find out what.

" She held me as I broke down. Lillian took the money and launched her second venture. This time, she succeeded. Almost overnight, she became one of the wealthiest women in Carrington's elite circles. That was when I met Morgan. The first time Lillian brought me to meet him, she couldn't stop praising him the entire way there. She kept calling him her best friend, so I assumed he was a woman. Only when we sat down did I realize he was a man. Morgan introduced himself with easy confidence. "Nice to meet you. I'm Morgan Sullivan. "I just got back from abroad. Lily and I grew up together, and I'm her closest friend." He emphasized "closest" deliberately. The hostility was obvious.

That she was sacred. And more than that, I thought he understood that if this business were to survive, if everything I had created was to remain intact—if he even wanted to continue having a job—then Lillian was the key. She was the person who grounded me, the only one who could tether the monster I kept leashed just beneath the surface. She wasn’t just some pretty thing to be doted on; she was my future, my reason, my stability. But walking in and seeing him—seeing him—sitting across from her, his bulk slouched in a chair, shoveling food into his mouth like a starving dog, ignited something inside me. Something dangerous. Something violent.

“I hear the cells are very….uncomfortable.” Sharon lunged forward towards them, but the guards held her back. “You think you are so high and mighty? All of you? Salome, you are just a glorified assistant. Lydia, you are a decoration with no purpose. And Lillian?” She spat on the ground in front of me. “Lillian is a rogue’s daughter who could not keep her own mate.” I felt the words like small cuts in my skin., but I did not flinch or show any emotion.

Before I could have spoken, Lillian spoke, “Mrs. Salvatore, you know I informed you that I had to leave earlier than usual today. Will you be okay here?" "Of course I would, I'm not a baby Lillian." “I know you're not but don't forget to take your medicines before bed okay? You know it calms the nerves." “Yes yes, now hurry off or you'll be late for the function." With that., Lillian left and Mrs. Salvatore sat next to me on the sofa and spoke with a smile. "You said you're friends with Alexander?" "Yes, we- we're a little more than friends."I lowered my eyes and blushed.

Sarah studied her, trying to figure out what her angle was, but her expression gave nothing away. “Well, thank you,” she said finally, though her tone was cautious. She smiled again, her demeanor easy and unbothered. “Don’t mention it. But maybe next time, don’t lurk outside someone’s door. It raises questions, you know?” “What’s your name?” Sarah finally had the guts to ask as the woman before her nodded. “My name is Lillian. I’m a child of the Lycan king.” Sarah was caught off guard by this response as she looked around with her heart pounding within her chest.

"You’re too late. Xenia is already on the altar. Soon, Melania’s plan will be complete, and there’s nothing you can do to stop it." Lillian strolled through them until she stood in front of Delilah. “A shame about your daughter. Such potential. But some things must be sacrificed for power.” She raised her hand, power swirling in her palm. “But don’t worry. I’m sure there’s a way you can be with her in the afterlife. Any last words?” Then, the ground shook and a loud howl echoed through the night. Calvary? Everyone paused for just a moment before Mason’s body shook violently, taking Lillian’s attention.

Lillian insisted, spitting out blood. "No, you're not," Davies argued, pulling out a pocket knife and cutting his hand. "Here!" He offered his hand to Lillian. "I don't need blood to heal, I can heal on my own," Lillian pushed Davies' hand away, dusted off her skirt, and stood up without any pain. The wound had vanished. Observing Lillian's rapid recovery without the need for blood, Davies exchanged a glance with Rufus. Lillian, a young woman in her early twenties.