Lilliana Ketchman 2025 Novels & Stories

She looked at Jamira. “This is my daughter Layla, right?” Jamira looked seriously, and said yes. Lucifer got up from his seat, and walked to the woman. “Lilith, she’s been in the human world all this time. She probably doesn't know that she can breathe or not breathe and be fine.” He wrapped his arms around her, putting one hand right above her breast. He kissed her with a passion I had no clue could exist.

Today belonged to the other side of the Volkov Empire — the part that didn’t appear on any balance sheet. Viktor rode with me in the armored SUV down to the secure underground levels. “Report,” I said once we were alone in the soundproof conference room. Viktor opened a thin black folder. “Liliana Miller. Twenty-four years old. Blood type O-negative. Height 5'6", measurements 34-24-36. No major medical issues beyond the hormone treatments she endured for three years. Financially strained — significant debt from medical bills. No criminal record. Father deceased, mother lives in another state and they’re estranged. Very few close friends. The one she’s staying with now is Jessica Harlan — for

The other woman, Lilliana laughed while shaking her head. " I'll be proud enough for all of us. Thank you so much rain, you don't know how much this means to me. I owe you big time." Lilliana said and Raina nodded her head while smiling at me. I could see how excited she is, she was practically dancing on air. " as you may have heard before from forest I hope, my name is Lilliana alpha of this pack and this is my friend Raina, she's a witch." I nodded my head and smiled at the way Raina shot her a look as if she was insulted by the introduction.

Connie nodded as she looked over the notes Natalie had handed her. “What about Dee?” I found myself asking. “Wouldn’t you want her to cook for your wedding? She’s a great chef and you know it.” Connie looked at me, surprised by my words. “And who exactly are you?” Natalie asked, raising her brows at me. I felt my face flushing in embarrassment. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’m Lila. I’m—” “Oh, you're the future Luna of this pack,” she said, leaning back in her seat and narrowing her eyes at me.

I sank into a nearby chair, exhausted. She stood beside me quietly. “What’s your name?” I asked. Her eyes widened, almost like I’d spoken in another language. “Valerie, my lady.” “Well, Valerie,” I sighed, “you can relax. I’m not going to kill you or whatever it is you people think I do.” She hesitated, unsure if she should smile. “Forgive me, Your Highness. I shouldn’t have left you alone earlier.” “I’m not your queen,” I said, my voice trembling slightly. “My name is Liana. I’m from the year 2025. I don’t know what I’m doing here, but I need to go back.”

Still… It did. A loud voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts. “Seriously? You’re writing notes at a hockey game?” Lila looked up quickly. Three girls stood in front of her row, laughing. One of them stepped forward with a smirk. Chloe Simmons. One of Vanessa’s closest friends. Her eyes flicked down to Lila’s notebook. “Let me guess,” Chloe said loudly. “You’re writing another fantasy story about Ethan Ryder?” The other girls laughed. Lila’s cheeks burned. “I…I’m just studying,” she murmured.

Close enough that she had to tilt her head back slightly. “Name,” he said. “Lila Moreau.” “Age.” “Twenty-three.” “Organization.” “International Aid Coalition. I’m a field medic.” He studied her face for a long moment. His eyes were dark, intense, but not cruel. Not yet. “You were treating a child,” he said. It wasn’t a question. “Yes.” “At night. Past curfew.” She nodded. “He had shrapnel in his leg. If I left, he would have lost it. Or worse.”

I remembered seeing Cole and Ria, and after that. Nothing. Nothing at all. Cold fear crawled up my spine. This... This wasn't right. Someone had done this. Someone had... My thoughts were interrupted by slow clapping. I looked up. Ria stepped through the crowd with a triumphant smile spread across her face. She looked as though she'd been waiting her entire life for this moment. "Well..." She said loudly enough for everyone to hear. "Our little innocent Lilith is finally awake." No one defended me, no one shunned her, if anything, they jeered her up.

Alexander held me, his palm rhythmically patting my back like he was soothing a child. As the sun began to dip, the room fell into a deep, peaceful silence. His phone buzzed on the nightstand. He instantly hit mute, seeing Jasper's name on the screen. Carefully, he slid his arm out from under me, got out of bed, and didn't answer until he was outside the bedroom. "Speak." "Mr. Knight, I've looked into her." "Lila Bennett. Junior at New York University, English major. Both parents deceased. She lives on scholarships and part-time jobs."

“And what? You want me to go back there? They won’t take me back. Charlotte will never let me step foot in that mansion again.” “No,” Alana said calmly. “You won’t go back, but someone else will.” Cheryl’s eyes narrowed. “Someone else?” Alana reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a photograph of a young woman, no older than twenty, with soft brown eyes and a timid smile. “Her name is Lila,” Alana said. “The kind of girl Charlotte feels compelled to protect. Perfect for what we need.” “What are you planning to do to her?” Cheryl asked warily.