Lilliana Reid Novels & Stories

He knew she was telling the truth, yet Tabitha couldn’t help but wonder how Silas could let his guard down, believing a stranger. However, since Silas seemed to believe her, Tabitha decided to listen to what the lady had to say. “Tabitha's mother didn't want anyone to know that she has been suffering from abuse, and that's from her husband,” Liliana started. “Your mother's name is also Liliana. Liliana Redd is the heiress to the Red company, which was owned by her father. We became friends in college because we bear the same name. Anyone who saw us together would think we were lovers, but we weren't.

“And you are not heavy” “You should tell my mother then,” Lilliana yawned, “She looks at me like I’m a pig.” I could feel the internal struggle Elliot was having giving her an ounce of his humanity. He was intentionally cruel withholding that truth. Lilliana was perfect when it came to her body. The way her body held curves was sinful. I wouldn’t change a thing about it. Before he could respond, she was sleeping peacefully in his arms, the sound of soft snores breaking the silence of the forest.

An unfamiliar feminine voice interrupted, startling them. They looked back but only saw Hilda holding her laptop. "Where is that voice coming from?" Dawson asked furiously. "Father, it's here." Hilda replied showing off her laptop where she was on a video call with a lady. "Good Evening, Marlowes! I'm Laila Creed!" She greeted, her bright blue eyes twinkling before the camera.

But this time, she slipped. Lilliana got caught red-handed, blowing up the west wing of the mansion to draw the guards away while trying to bust Dante Moretti out. We hadn’t even known Dante had a daughter—hell, we didn’t even know the man had a personal life. But now the pieces were shifting, trying to lock into place on their own. It was only a matter of time before someone talked or bled or died.

REID I don’t know what it is about a woman in red lipstick that I find so damn attractive, but when that flame-haired little vixen descended the packhouse stairs tonight in a tight little skirt and red lips, it immediately did something to my dick. I’ve been sporting a semi all night, barely able to think straight around Serena. Hardly able to breathe. I’m actually somewhat relieved when one of the girls suggests they go take shots and I’m given a little bit of a reprieve to collect my thoughts.

Rodrigo sought for a second chance. That idiot surnamed Freeman also came to seek a second chance and now, Lilliana also wants a second chance. She's fed up hearing those two words again. While Camilla kept her gaze on Lilliana, the latter felt those eyes were breathing fire. She nodded and picked-up her bag and walked towards the door. Before stepping out, she looked back to find her old friend still staring at her retreating back view and she waved at her. But Camilla just pretended that she didn't see her waving.

The whispers disappeared and Elias's eyes narrowed. I could hear my own heartbeat. My mother looked at me in shock. Clara's face had gone pale. I looked directly at Elias. The man I had once died for. Then I took a slow breath. "I reject the bond." Everyone looked at me in shock, but my eyes remained focused on Elias. His eyes were wide and his lips were slightly parted. He looked frozen in place. I remain unfazed. “I, Lila Armstrong, reject you, Elias Carter, future Alpha King of Silvermoon Kingdom as my mate and other half. From now on, you are nothing to me…”

Fenris whispered, and Lillia’s eyes lit. “Well, I had other interests.” “Don’t tell me, you missed out on your own Veil Night?” Kyla asked, almost shouting as her palm flew to her lips. “And what interest could that be?” Selene asked. Easy. Lillia smiled. “Books.” A collective sigh filled the room from the maidens as they watched Lillia with sudden exhaustion. “That will not do.” Selene exhaled slowly. “You cannot win over His Majesty like that. Well, except you’re reading passionate romance stories that could give you one or two pointers.” She teased and heat crept up Lillia’s neck.

Everhart looked across the ballroom and suddenly raised a hand. “Serena!” Serena turned. “I’m sorry, darling, but could I borrow you for a few minutes?” Serena approached them, her gaze briefly meeting Cecilia’s. “Of course. What’s wrong?” Mrs. Everhart explained quickly. Lily was seventeen, one of the foundation’s scholarship recipients, and had agreed to speak about the rehabilitation program that had helped her after a serious childhood illness. Now that she’d seen the ballroom full of hundreds of people, she wanted to leave.

Lilian was quietly working in the background, with a small smile still on her face. “What are you cooking? I'm available to taste it.” “You're just looking for a way to eat my cooking aren't you?” “Guilty as charged my lady.” he replied, grinning. I laughed and fed him a bit of the chicken. “This is really good. May I get a plate?” “Such a gentle man but no. These are for the fundraiser not for you to eat.” “Amelia Penelope Reynolds, have you no shame?!” Lilian asked sounding scandalized.