Lillian Salvatore Novels & Stories

Lillian said standing on the threshold to his office. “Hmm?” He flicked a look over his shoulder. As always when at work, Lillian was the perfect picture of a paralegal, her blonde hair slicked back into a sophisticated chignon, her pale blue pant suit elegant, understated femininity, and her make-up tasteful and simple. She was a poster child for vanilla sex. “How can I help you, Lilli?” He straightened and turned to face her. “I don’t know if you heard, there was a death at Zeus two days ago.”

Manzella reminded him. Giuliano chuckled evilly. "That's if they know who did it... I have a plan, Manzella, but it's still yet a plan...still cooking. They won't know what hit them until it's too late," He took a drag from his cigar again, and exhaled rings of smoke. "You know, I once fancied his mother, yeah, the Mafusia?" He smiled lecherously. "But Salvatore stole her from me. That sly fox with all his charms.”

Lucianna quickly got to her feet and faced her mother. “You’re awful! She is not fully recovered yet!” she hissed. “Mia figlia,” my aunt trailed off. We all looked away as she addressed Lucianna as my daughter because we knew she hated that. “The vital thing is her successful transition! Did it not glad you?” my aunt continued, asking Lucianna a hideous question. Lucianna’s eyes turned red and she blew a fiery smoke from behind her. This is what happens when she’s in rage.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

He whispered and she nodded. Lillian gave him the number and left the spot, she headed outside without looking back, but Carson's eyes were all on her as he watched her keenly until she was out of sight. He saved her number with a smirk on his face and ordered another glass of margarita. Lillian puffed air the moment she stepped outside, her heart pounding against her chest. “Heavens!” She exclaimed and calmed herself. Then she quickly pulled out her phone from her black bag and dialed Tessa's line, and it began to ring immediately.

"Please call me Killian. I am a reputable man, but I wouldn't embarrass a woman old enough to give birth to me." I squinted my eyes. Who was this man? "Uhm, it was so nice to see you again, Violet, Sarian. I have to get back to work now. I know you're in safe hands," Lucas chuckled nervously. Safe hands? Who was warning me a while ago about Killian? I wanted to say something when I saw him avoiding Killian's gaze. Oh, there. I had my answer. "Alright. I'll walk you out," I muttered, and he just nodded.

Max retorted. This time, Lillian stepped forward, her head held high. She couldn't allow Max to badmouth her and win tonight. Enough was enough. “Max, the only ugly person here is you. Cheating on your girlfriend of six years for some side chick, having sex with other girls while still expecting money from me for your show-off. You're the scammer, Max. The truth is, I despise you. I caught you both red-handed, naked in bed, and I left you like a piece of dirty used tissue from my life,” Lillian blurted out, relishing the change of color in his face.

She was beautiful and she loved it. "You don't like it?" Tony inquired, a tinge of fear in his voice. He wondered if he may have been wrong on his diagnosis. She may have remembered her past. As slim as the chances were, one in a hundred patients tend to break all the odds. He wondered if Lillian was that 'one'

Far from his usual tone when talking to me, Salvatore’s tone was flat, respectful, and soft. ​ Cindy. The woman’s name. ​ She gave her a low yet sophisticated chuckle. “No one can save you other than me.” ​ Her tone. It’s different. Playful, alluring, and seducing. I clenched my jaw tight seeing them being close. A woman like Cindy is the best match for Salvatore. Classy, full of pride, loud and proud, ambitious and dangerous-looking. ​ Unfamiliarity crept into my system. Envious? Definitely not.