Lilliana Reid Novels & Stories

Sophia erupted, screaming and flailing against Frank’s hold. Lilliana returned a brilliant smile. “For once, I’d agree with you. It is me, and it will always be me. There won’t be any other woman with him as long as I am alive, and I have no plans to die sooner.” Lilliana was damn sexy when she threatened anyone other than me. “You think marrying me off is your revenge?”

Yeah, I'll see you in five minutes" Lilliana said before ending the call. The girl crawled out of her bed and pulled her feet into her joint bathroom. Stopping in front of the bathroom counter, she placed her phone down next to the basin and opened one of the faucets. She used her hands to splash cold water onto her face and wash off any remaining evidence of the crying she did earlier before grabbing a towel to dry her face, gently dabbing on the skin to her satisfaction and hung the towel back on the rack. She walked into her walk-in closet and changed into her lounge-wear, a pair of black cotton leggings and a matching baggy shirt. She ran her fingers through her messy curls to tame it an

She thought she had it in the bag, but she didn't expect that Hunter would really not care about that child for Lena. Hunter, oh Hunter, even though you did so much, Lena still wouldn't give you a second glance. You are the most pitiful person in the world. Poor thing! Lillian's eyes were filled with resentment, her fists clenched tightly, and then she calmed down. "Let me see Hunter again, I have something to tell him." However, the newcomer just helped her up, "Ms. Reid, don't waste your energy." Lillian struggled violently, biting down on the arm of the person supporting her.

Chander's sudden interruption brought her back. "Miss Hila, let me help you take care of the other eleven." She didn't feel light headed or drunk anymore. "Why would you help me? You are in no position to gain anything from their deaths and if you are, just shut it and consider yourself lucky that your competition just got lower." She took off the robe and was left covered by a tiny sleeveless navy blue dress that barely covered even half her thighs. The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him.

Lillian’s POV When I said “I do” in the aisle with my plain white dress and sweet smile, I never thought I'd be preparing a date for my husband and his mistress on our anniversary. Being the first Omega to become a Luna, my life isn’t really a Cinderella-like story that everyone envies me for. I am Lilian Harrington-Edwards, a nobody whose mother is an alcoholic gambler and a father who is out of the picture from the start.

He survived it. “Yes, Miss Luna, he’s doing—” “Liliana,” I interrupted, my voice trembling but firm. “Lilly, for short.” The doctor blinked. “What?” “My name. It’s Liliana, not Luna.” He stared at Sabistan. “I thought you said you were sure her name was Luna.” I looked at the doctor, then at Sabistan. “That’s what he told you? I never expected anyone to care enough to know my name at all.”

wasn't appropriate. superiority. The woman examined me closely and slowly lowered her sunglasses. And right away. Her eyes flashed with dislike. "All right," she said coldly. "This is disappointing." The maid next to me appeared uneasy, and I Frowned in confusion. The woman approached me with a graceful step and stopped right in front of me. "You're Liliana." It wasn't a question. I continued to nod slowly. "Yes." I became very aware of how unattractive I appeared in Darian's baggy sweater as her eyes swept over me once more.

This time, he is definitely going to make Louella Curran pay. Louella stared at the beautiful lake view from the back of her house while sitting on one of the chairs under the pergola where they usually enjoy barbecue. The sky was cloudy, but that was okay, as it is not an unusual thing even though rain wouldn't fall. The breeze was cold, and the atmosphere was serene. Everything was perfect and peaceful. She heard footsteps behind her, and her mother sat on the chair beside her, handing her a warm glass of milk. Rose was wearing a long black maxi skirt and a blue sweater, and her shoulder-length copper-red hair, which was extremely similar to hers, was tied in a messy bun, while she herself

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

“Riley could be anywhere, and Ethan… I don’t even want to think about him.” Lila shook her head, voice low. “We have to anticipate her moves. She knows how I think. How I feel. That’s her advantage.” Cade frowned. “Then we’ll force her to react instead.” Good. Keep him alive. Riley watched from a surveillance alcove, hidden behind the shadows of a reinforced wall. She had patched herself together after the explosion, exploiting the chaos to stay undetected. Her knife was gone, but she had more dangerous tools: psychological manipulation, cunning, and a deep knowledge of Lila’s weaknesses.